All language subtitles for I.Love.Lucy.S05E06.Homecoming.1080p.BluRay.FLAC2.0.H.264-BTN_track4_[eng]

- Look. Look...
- Oh, hi!

Hi! Hi!

Quiet, quiet, quiet, everybody.

On behalf of the entire neighborhood,
welcome home.

Where's your mother?

Oh, she's on her way home
to Jamestown.

Oh. Look at the baby.

He's almost as big as I am.

Well, that's the California climate,
you know.

- Everything grows big around there.
-

- Yeah. Look at Ethel.
- Oh ...

Ricky, Ricky, how does it feel
to be a big movie star?

Oh, what do you mean,
a big movie star?

Tell us all about it. Well ...

Oh, now, now, Mr. Ricardo is tired,

but I'm sure he'll tell us
all about the trip

at the party tonight.

- [Ricky] The party?
- [Lucy] What party?

Yes, yes, we all chipped in together

and we're going to have
a... a Ricky Ricardo block party.

- A block party!
- Well!

Okay, we'll see you later, then, huh.

That's wonderful. I'll see you later.

- Thanks a lot, huh.
- See you later.

- Thanks for coming out to say hello.
- See you later, huh. Goodbye.

Well, did you have any trouble
managing the building?

Not a bit.

- Collect all the rent?
- Every penny.

Good girl.

Oh, there's just one thing,
Mr. Mertz.

- Yeah?
- Uh...

We had a cold day a couple weeks ago,
and I turned the furnace on.

Aw, that's all right.

An-and I-I couldn't remember
how you told me to turn it off.

You mean that furnace was on
for two weeks?

- Uh-huh
- Gangway! Get out of the way!

Well, gee, isn't that nice of them
giving us a party tonight?

- Yeah, it is.
- A block party, imagine that.

Hey, you know, I think I'll dazzle
the whole neighborhood

and wear my Don Loper original.

What are you gonna wear?

My Gimbel's Basement original.

- Oh!
- Oh, hi.

- [Ethel] Hi.
- Mercy, mercy.

I haven't seen
so much excitement around here

since Lindbergh came home in '27.

I wanna thank you very much

for cleaning our apartment,
Mrs. Trumbull.

- Oh, shucks.
- Well, it was very nice of you.

- Glad to do it.
- Okay.

- Here's your paper.
- Oh, you started our paper again.

- Thank you.
- No, it wasn't ever stopped.

Oh, no. Mother forgot.

Well, it's a good thing too,
because I saved them all.

Now you can find out
what happened in New York

while you were gone.

Oh! Well, thanks very much.

But they have papers
in Hollywood too, you know.

Not the New York Times.

Oh, that's true, that's true.

He fell asleep
while I was changing his clothes.

Aw, poor little guy. He was so tired.

I know.

Oh, my...

What's all this?

Uh, uh, m-m-m-uh ...

Mrs. Trumbull saved all the papers
for us, dear.

Wasn't that nice?

Wasn't your mother supposed to--

Yes, she was, but she didn't,
and Mrs. Trumbull saved them.

Wasn't that nice, dear?

Oh... oh, yeah, yeah, very... very nice.

Very nice, Mrs. Trumbull.

[Ethel] Well, Mrs. Trumbull,
did anything exciting happen

in the apartment house
while we were gone?

- Mmm...
- [Ethel] Mrs. Trumbull?

Anything wrong, Mrs. Trumbull?

Oh, no, no.

You sure?

No. It's just
that I've never been this close

to a movie star before.

Well...

You see, I used to be
a Rudolph Valentino fan.

Now I'm a Ricky Ricardo fan.

Well, now, Mrs. Trumbull,

I am the same guy that I was
before I went to Hollywood.

Say, doesn't he have
those big shoe-button eyes, though?

Oh, he sure does.

Boy, you could bake bread in here!

Well, I... I'll see you tonight
at the block party, Rudolph.

Oh, I mean, oh... Oh, well.

- [Ethel chuckling] Isn't she cute?
- [Lucy] "Rudolph."

What happened to her?

The heat got her.

Two weeks in a hot building
will do it every time.

Why did she call you Rudolph?

'Cause he looks
like a red-nosed reindeer.

[Ricky] No, no.

No. She thinks
he's another Rudolph Valentino.

Hey, Ethel,
let's call all of our of friends

and have them come
to the party tonight.

- I don't want them to miss this.
- [Ethel] Okay.

[Ethel] I live here!

Sorry. Sorry.

Oh! I thought they were gonna
tear Ricky to pieces.

- I didn't know he was that important.
- Neither did I.

Where is he?

We must have left him
out in the hall.

Oh!

Oh, you poor thing!

Honey, are you all right?

What's the matter with those people?
Are they crazy or something?

No, no, they just wanted to touch you
because you're a movie star.

- Yeah.
- Where's your coat, honey?

Some woman just ripped it
right off my back.

I think Fred finally
got it back from her.

Oh, for heaven's sake.

- I'll go clean up. Here, dear.
- Yeah. That's mine, honey. Thank you.

- See you later, Ricky.
-

[Fred] Let me in, will you?
This is Fred.

- [Ethel] Fred can't get in.
- [Fred] Let me in!

- Come on.
-

Anybody want a souvenir?

What's that?

Well, it's what's left
of Ricky's sport coat.

You mean they pulled it
right out of your hands?

Well, not exactly.

When I saw which way
the wind was blowing,

I capitalized on it.

What do you mean?

Well, I mean, I grabbed it
and tore it into pieces

and sold them for four bits a pop!

Why, Fred, you're kidding!

When it comes to money,
he never kids.

- Yeah.
- See?

Lucy, have you got any old coats
or-or stockings, or shirts,

or BVDs of Ricky's?

I can handle all the merchandise
you can give me.

- No, no!
- What am I talking about?

I got an old shirt of Ricky's
that I've been using for a paint rag.

Oh, Fred, honestly.

Hey, this thing could be
bigger than uranium!

- Oh...
-

Well, isn't it wonderful

having our own little group
together again?

It's so good to have you home, Lucy.

Well, it's wonderful
to see all of you,

and I'll bet you're just dying
to hear about our trip.

-
- Well, it was just fabulous.

Did Ricky really hobnob
with the stars?

Oh, yes, we all hobnobbed.

We hobbed with every nob
that was worth hobbing with.

It was just fabulous.

Right after we checked
into our palatial suite

at the Beverly Palms Hotel,
we all decided to go out to lunch.

So, we all trooped over to the Derby.

Oh, you probably know it
as the Brown Derby,

but us show folk
who eat there all the time,

we just call it the Derby.

So as I was saying,
we wanted some lunch,

so we went over to the Derby
and we sat in a booth.

Uh, let's see now,
you were on the outside,

Fred was in the middle,
I was on this side.

- And we had--
- Wasn't Ricky with you in there?

- How's that?
- Wasn't Ricky with you?

No, no. As I was saying,

we'd only been there
about five minutes when who--

Where was Ricky?

Wh-What was that, dear?

Where was Ricky?

Oh, I don't know.
He was at MGM, I guess.

- Oh, MGM!
-

Meanwhile...

Meanwhile!

Meanwhile, in another part of town,

we were having lunch at the Derby
and, as I was saying,

we'd only been there
about five minutes and who--

- [Ricky] Hi, everybody.
- Ah, here's Ricky!

How was your trip, Ricky?

[Ricky] Oh, it was wonderful.
Thank you.

Is Hollywood as fabulous
as they say it is?

Oh, it's just great.
It's a wonderful place.

Ricky when does
your new picture open?

- February.
- That's right, February.

It's at the Radio City Music Hall
on 49th Street.

That's right. A musical, yeah.

Did you have... did you have
a lot of big love scenes in it?

Yes, he did. I'll tell you
all about it, Mrs. Trumbull.

I'll tell you all about
all the love scenes.

The funniest thing
that happened is, uh ...

when I met Bill Holden, you know.

Oh, I... I... I know Bill Holden!

I know Bill Holden. I know, I know...

Roy, Roy, I knew Bill Holden. I know...

Roy, Roy, I know... I knew Bill Holden.

...dropped this thing on me.

And all of a sudden,
I looked around, I said,

"Who do you think the waiter was?"

Bill Holden!

We were there too.
We have stories to tell.

Yeah, yeah. Ricky?

- Yeah?
- [Ethel] Ricky?

Tell them about Richard Widmark.

[Ricky] Richard Widmark.

Yeah.
Nobody tells it like Ricky does.

Tell them, tell them.

No, Richard Widmark is my story.

[Ricky] We had lunch Perino's
one day, you know, and, uh...

Here, this is
a Richard Widmark grapefruit.

I got this grapefruit myself...

After that,
we went over to the house...

...out of his backyard.

[Ricky]...and he has all these
wonderful heads and things.

It says "Richard Widmark" right here.

[Ricky] Of course,
it's all very beautiful.

Beautiful big dogs like that.

He's really a wonderful guy,
you know.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Hi.

Is he awake yet?

Who?

Ricky.

We were gonna vacuum the hall,
but we don't want to bother him.

Oh, go ahead, vacuum.

No, no, no, no,
we don't wanna wake him up.

Oh, we wouldn't wanna do anything
that would disturb him.

What's the matter with you two?

I can understand
those people last night,

but why are you treating Ricky

like he was made of cake
or something?

Oh, Lucy,
he doesn't belong to us anymore.

He belongs to the world.

He's not an ordinary person.
He's a great big movie star.

Oh, movie star, phooey!

Lucy, you go wash your mouth out
with soap.

Oh, Ethel.

- What's the matter with you two--
- Hi.

- Good morning, Ricky.
- [Ethel] Good morning, Ricky.

Allow me.

- Thank you, Fred.
- You're welcome.

[Ethel] Cigarette.

What's the matter with you two?

- Oh... nothing.
- Nothing.

- I gotta go downtown, honey.
- Goodbye, dear.

Check on some uniforms.
See you later.

- Okay.
- [Fred] Goodbye, Ricky.

Goodbye, Fred.

- I'm gonna be right back, Fred.
- I hope so.

Well, I'm disappointed in you.

- What do you mean?
- Why?

Letting him walk.

Aren't you afraid he'll get
the soles of his shoes dirty?

I'm surprised you didn't pick him up
and carry him all the way downtown.

-
- Really!

- Well, it's...
- Well...

- It's different now.
- Oh... different.

- Yeah.
- Hello?

Oh. Well, I'm sorry.

If you want an interview
with Mr. Ricardo,

you have to call him at the Tropi...

Oh!

Oh, oh, oh.

Oh, you want to do a story about me.

Well ...

Well, that's... that's wonderful.

Well, I'd be delighted, of course.

Yes, that's, that's wonderful.
That's, that's quite all right, yes.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Well, what do you know.

Nancy Graham's coming here
this afternoon

to do a column just about me.

She's gonna call it
"The Lucy Ricardo Story."

Oh, that's great.

Yeah, it's about time
somebody realized

that I'm important, too.

- Mrs. Ricardo?
- Yes. Won't you come in, please?

Thank you.

I'm Nancy Graham.

Oh, I know. Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

- Care for some tea?
- No, thank you.

I have another interview
this afternoon,

so if you don't mind,
we'll get right down to business.

Fine. I was born Lucille McGillicuddy

in the thriving metropolis
of Jamestown, New York,

in 19--

Oh... uh...

I had a very happy childhood.

Uh, I graduated
from Jamestown High School in ...

Let's say I just graduated
four years after I started.

After I left high school,

I went to New York City, and...

- Don't you take notes?
- Yes, I do.

Now, tell me, when did you
first meet Ricky Ricardo?

Oh, that was years later.

After I left high school,

- I went to New York City--
- Mrs., Mrs. Ricardo...

- Mrs. Ricardo...
- Yes?

When did you first meet... him?

Him?

Well, I thought this was
the Lucy Ricardo story.

Oh, it is, uh,
from the time you met him.

Well, I had a very exciting life
before I met him.

I'm sure you did, my dear,

but you are only interesting

to my readers as you reflect... him.

Well, I thought you wanted
to know something about her.

Mrs. Ricardo, my dear,

you obviously don't know
what your husband really means

to every one
of the 160 million people

in the United States.

80 million of them are women,

and they would all love
to be in your shoes.

Well, I-I don't understand.

Ricky went to Hollywood
and made one picture,

came back here, and suddenly,
the whole world is all top--

80 million of them are women?

Yes.

And they, and they'd all like
to be in my shoes?

That's right.

And... I am one of them.

Mrs. Ricardo, my dear.

What?

You have been chosen
for a very important task in life.

I have?

Why, certainly.

It's up to you, and you alone,
to make Ricky Ricardo happy.

You must see
that his every wish is fulfilled,

that his every waking hour is filled
with happiness

due to your love and devotion.

Why, Ricky Ricardo
is no ordinary man.

He's something special.

Give him the attention he deserves.

Make him happy!

I will! I will!

Yours is a sacred trust.

Don't worry, I won't goof.

Now I must be going.

Well, what about your story?

I have my story,

and to think that it happened
right here before my very eyes...

the regeneration
of a woman's character.

Eighty million heartsick women
will rest easier

on their tear-stained pillows
when they have read my article

"Now I Am His Slave"...

by Lucy Ricardo.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Hi.

A big crowd out in front,
so Fred snuck me through the back.

Paper here, honey?

Paper? Yes, I'll get it.

Oh, you sit down, dear. You sit down.

Lucy, is something wrong?

Are you sure?

Everything's wonderful.

- Hi!
- Oh, good morning, Fred.

You got any more Ricky souvenirs
for me?

No. You picked me clean yesterday.

What smells so good?
Are you roasting another pig?

Yep. Ricky's favorite food,
and that's what Ricky's gonna get.

Mm-hmm, that's...
what you ought to give him.

What are you doing,
shining his shoes?

I certainly am.

He likes to be able
to see his face in them.

- And so, I shine them myself.
- Oh.

Good morning.

Oh, hi, Rick, old pal.

- Morning, darling.
- Good morning.

There you are, sweetheart,
and there's your orange juice.

No seeds.

All gone.

All... gone.

That's it.

Here we are.

Wanna close that for me,
Fred, please?

- Sure.
- Here we are, darling.

I want you to eat.

Here we are.

Here we are, sweetheart.

You gonna watch the football game
on television today?

Well, I... I'd love to, Fred,

but I have to go to Tropicana
and get some music.

Oh, now, darling, you stay right here
and watch that football game.

I'll go down
and get your music for you.

- Oh, honey, Tropicana's way downtown.
- Now, there's nothing I'd rather do.

- Now, Lucy--
- Now, not another word.

I'll go right now, darling.
I don't mind at all.

Is there anything else I can get you
while I'm downtown, dear?

- No, no, nothing at all, honey.
- Nothing? All right, sweetheart.

Well, I don't get it.
I don't get it at all.

Why is everybody treating me
like I was a perfect stranger?

Even you!

Have I changed?

Nope.

Then why is everybody treating me
like I was something special?

Well, I don't know
about the rest of them,

but I got a pretty good gimmick
going for me here,

and I... I don't wanna louse it up.

Well, I should've known
you had some kind of an angle.

But what about her?

She shines my shoes,
she answers my fan mail,

she-she-she runs
all my errands for me.

She follows me around
like a, like a little puppy.

She thinks I'm a-- She's treating me
as if I was a big movie star.

I wanna be treated like a husband.

What an awful thing to say.

Now, look, Fred,
I gotta snap her out of it.

- You got any ideas?
- Nope.

Getting Ethel
to stop being nice to me

is a problem I've never had to face.

Well, you wouldn't like it
any more than I do.

Well, maybe Lucy will
get tired of it.

I hope so.

Hey, wait a minute.

Maybe I can help her get tired of it.

What do you mean?

Well, she wants to do things
for me, right?

- Yeah.
- I'll give her things to do.

Mm-hmm.

She thinks
I'm a big movie star, right?

Mm-hmm.

Well, I am going
to become the biggest

and most revolting movie star
she has ever seen.

Ricky, I got your music, honey!

- Where are you?
- Coming!

Lucy, where have you been?

I have been dying for a cigarette.

Oh, uh... I'm sorry, dear.

I... I'm sorry I took so long.

There you are.

Traffic was terrible.

- Really! An hour and a half.
- Well, I'm sorry, dear.

My shoes shined?

What?

Are my shoes shined?

Oh, yes... yes. I'll get them, dear.

Here they are. See?

- Mm-hmm.
- There they are, sweetheart.

I can't be bothered
with this music and lyrics

all mixed up together.

Type up the lyrics
all by themselves, please.

Yes, sir-- I mean, certainly, dear.

Thank you.

Right now, please.

- Lucy?
- Yes, dear?

You didn't shine these shoes,
did you?

Oh, yes, I did, dear.
Why? Is something wrong?

Well, I can't see my face in it.

You can't?

Well, I saw mine.

Yeah, there I am.

See?

Is it too much to ask
that one's shoes be shined properly?

No, dear. No.

- Gladly.
- Thank you.

The lyrics.
Don't forget the lyrics, please.

No. Right now?

Yes, please, immediately.

How about the shoes, Lucy?
I'm waiting for the shoes.

Well, honey, I'm typing.

Well, you have two hands,
haven't you?

Well, yeah, that's true.

Well?

Oh.

Hello?

Yes, this is
the Ricky Ricardo residence.

Yes, I'll hang on.

Uh, Lucy?

Yes, dear?

My cigarette ashes
are about to fall off.

Well, honey, there's a...
there's an ashtray right there.

I don't seem to be able to reach it.

Well, neither can I.

Well, uh, what do you want me
to do with them?

I don't care what you do with them!

And I don't care
whether your shoes are shined or not!

And I don't care about your typing!

And you can take care
of your own music!

Is that so?

Yes, that's so!
What do you think of that?

And I'm not gonna lift
a little finger to help you anymore!

You can answer your own phone

shine your own shoes,
type your own lyrics,

light your own cigarettes
and knock off your own ashes!

And if you want another roast pig,

you can crawl in the oven yourself,
you big ham!

- Oh, yeah!
- Yeah!

What do you think of that?

I think it's just great!

I don't care what you think.

You think it's just great?

Yeah! You think I wanna be treated
like a movie star, don't you?

Well, don't you?

No, I don't.

Well, then, what are you doing
all that stuff for?

I just wanted to make you mad enough,
so you'd start fighting back.

Well... oh... Ricky!

That... that Nancy Graham said

that I should fulfill
your every wish.

Well, you've been fulfilling
my every wish

for 15 years, sweetheart.

Oh, honey.