All language subtitles for Bewitched S05E03 Samantha on the Keyboard

Hmm.

Oh, hi, sweetheart.
You're home early.

I planned it that way. Mmm.

Ah-ah. No nibbling.
You'll spoil your dinner.

We'll compromise.
I'll nibble you.

Ooh.

Ooh, delicious.

Oh, sweetheart,
that tickles. Mm-hmm.

♪♪

What's that?

Tabitha, fooling
around with the stereo.

I told her not to do that.

Tabitha, what are you
doing? Playing the piano.

To be exact, she's playing Bach.

- And beautifully.
- And by witchcraft!

Oh, how utterly clever
of you to figure that out.

Sweetie, uh, why... why don't
you run upstairs to your room?

Mommy and Daddy would like to
have a nice little chat with Grandmama.

Okay, Mommy. Right.
That's a good girl.

Sweetheart.

- When did you swoop in?
- Two minutes ago.

To give my dear grandchild
a little present. Isn't it cute?

Why couldn't you give Tabitha a piano
without turning her into a Van Cliburn?

Sweetheart, Mother didn't
exactly cast a spell on Tabitha.

Not completely.
Just on her fingers.

She... She merely brought out the
hidden talent that lies within all of us.

Mortals excluded.

Endora! Yes,
Durweed, what is it?

What it is is that I'm sick and
tired of you corrupting my daughter.

Corrupting? How dare you!

Uh, Mother, uh, Darrin
doesn't exactly mean corrupting.

Oh, yes, he does. Darrin.

I mean, she's worse than the
Wicked Witch of the West! Ooh.

Samantha, I refuse to
stay here another minute...

and be compared to an amateur.

Three-to-one she
takes back the piano.

That's fine. When Tabitha's
old enough to play the piano,

I'll buy her one.

Provided... Provided what?

That she learn
to play it normally.

- Or is that impossible?
- Well, of course not.

Anyone can learn
to play the piano.

That's exactly what I mean.

Could you learn
to play the piano?

Starting from scratch,
without any, uh, witchcraft?

Well?

Why would I want
to do a thing like that?

Because it would set your
daughter an excellent example.

Darrin, are you challenging me?

Yes. As a matter of fact, I am.

All right. I accept
your challenge.

You rent the piano, and I'll
learn to play it... normally.

And if I can't... Yes?

If I can't, I'll be more careful
about accepting your challenges.

♪♪

Ew.

♪♪

That was good. It wasn't
great, but it was good.

Thank you. One may be
born a witch, Samantha,

but it takes practice
to become a virtuoso.

Where's little Tabitha?
Napping. She'll be up in a minute.

I take it Durwood is at work
doing whatever it is he does.

Yes. And Darrin went with him.

Samantha, if you
wanted to whip up a piano,

why didn't you
whip up a new one?

I didn't whip this
one up. We rented it.

And I'm about to take
my first lesson. Lesson?

Mm-hmm. From whom?

I am going to study and
learn the mortal way. Ohh.

It's a challenge I accepted
of my own free will.

Plus a little
pressure from Darrin.

Oh, that must be my teacher.

Uh, Mother, when Tabitha wakes up,
would you keep her busy in her room?

Gladly. I'd hate her to see
you set such a poor example.

Thanks.

Samantha Stephens?

Johann Sebastian Monroe?

Yes. I am to be addressed
either as Mr. Monroe or sir.

Yes, sir. Won't you come in?

You're beginning rather
late in life, aren't you?

Well... better late than never.

That remains to be seen.
Let me evaluate your fingers.

How are they? Adequate.
No more, no less.

Where is the instrument?
In the living room.

For what we are
about to do to you,

I apologize.

They said it was
in perfect tune.

♪♪

Is it? Approximately.

At this stage of the game, it doesn't
make much difference. Please be seated.

I demand strict attention
and total obedience. Yes, sir.

Now, then, these
are the black keys,

and these are the white keys.

I know. Silence.

I'm sorry. Mrs. Stephens,

silence means no talking.

Is that clear?

We shall start
with the white keys,

and we shall play all the notes
of the scale, otherwise known as...

♪ Do, re, mi,
fa so, la, ti, do ♪

Did you observe my fingers?

Can you imitate them?

Very well. Try.

Just a second.

This is no insult
to your ability,

but in my profession, eardrums
have a tendency to become brittle,

and my doctor advises
me to protect them.

Now inspire me.

♪♪

Mmm, Mrs. Stephens,

you are playing a piano.

You are not plucking a chicken.

Again.

Hello, darling. Hello, Mother.

What is new? About what?

About that absurd idea of yours
to learn to play the piano their way.

What is new is that my
normal piano lessons...

are coming along... normally.

And I'm having another
one this afternoon.

Oh? Mm-hmm.

♪♪

That's your granddaughter.
Well, it sounds dreadful.

I know. She's trying
to copy her mother. Oh.

Uh, watch her for me, will you, while
I go out back and cut some flowers?

Ah.

Hello, my little precious.

I was playing a big piano.

So I heard.

Why don't you play some music?

Mommy and Daddy
don't want me to.

Oh, come on now, Tabitha.

Please, please, play some
pretty music for Grandmama.

Please?

Ah, that's my good girl. Now,
do you remember how we did it?

Put your little hands
on the piano, yes.

Now we will begin.

♪♪

♪♪

Good afternoon. I'm Mrs.
Stephens's piano teacher.

Oh, good afternoon. I'm
Mrs. Stephens's mother.

Won't you come in?

♪♪

Can that be your daughter?
That's my granddaughter.

Your granddaughter?
How old is she?

Four. Four. Four!

♪♪

Up to your old
tricks, eh, Mother?

Good grief,
Mother. I wish you...

Ah, bravo. Incredible.

Hi, there, Mr. Monroe... sir.

Mother, uh, would you please keep Tabitha
busy in her room while I take my lesson?

Just a second. Yes, sir?

Mrs. Stephens, this
child is a musical genius.

She is?

She just picked it
up, as if by magic.

I can't believe it. Four
years old, no lessons,

and she plays like a virtuoso.

Oh, Mr. Monroe, it's very
kind of you to say that, but...

Why am I wasting time on you
when I should be working with her?

Well?

Hi, Daddy. Hi, sweetheart.

Be careful! Don't
crush her fingers!

Who are you? Johann
Sebastian Monroe.

My fingers you can crush,

for I am but a humble
piano teacher...

whose distinguished career is spent
in the search for one magnificent pupil.

But now destiny has rewarded
me for my years of suffering.

Really? With my wife?

No. With your daughter.

You're kidding.

Mr, Stephens, I have just heard
your daughter play the piano.

I consider her the greatest
child prodigy of this century.

Sam, you didn't let
Tabitha play by, uh...

- Hello, Durwood.
- Endora, for two cents, I'd...

Madam, will you
please occupy the child,

so the parents and I
may plan her future?

Oh, certainly. And, by the way,

she gets her talent
from her mother's side.

Come on, darling.
Come with Grandmama.

Mr. and Mrs. Stephens, do you
realize what you have on your hands?

Yes, sir. I think we do.

It is the beginning of a
golden era in musical history.

The era of Tabitha Stephens.

Mr. Monroe, if you don't mind,
I've had a rough day at the office.

The road ahead will be
a difficult one for all of us.

At least.

I dream of your daughter
as a concert pianist,

adored by music
lovers everywhere.

I suggest we arrange a recording
session for Friday afternoon at 2:00, yes?

- No.
- Why not?

Why not? That's when
she takes her nap.

- Nap.
- Naps are out.

From now on, it's
work, work, work.

At $10 a lesson, lesson, lesson,
we could end up in the poorhouse.

I shall accept no fee while I
prepare her for the concert tour.

Who said she was taking a tour?

I... Her first recital will
be at Carnegie Hall.

Then 40 major
cities in 40 weeks.

Oh, I shall take good care of her. And I
promise to bring her home for Christmas.

Well, that's very
thoughtful of you.

Mr. Monroe, we do not want
Tabitha away from us for 40 weeks.

- How about 30?
- Mr. Monroe,

my wife and I are sorry to
disappoint you, but the answer is no.

We do not want our daughter
to be a concert pianist.

I am speechless.

Good. Then we can
end our discussion.

I beg you to reconsider. And
remember that time is of the essence.

Because the talent of a child
prodigy must be gently nurtured...

like a delicate flower so that the whole
world will benefit from its unfolding.

Good day, Mr. Monroe.
Don't make a snap decision.

Sleep on it.

Oh, darn.

Now what's wrong?

He left without
giving me my lesson.

Just a little tension breaker.

Ooh.

Hah. I just gave the
child prodigy her bath.

Swell. Now I think
I'll practice my piano.

I think you better
practice your speech.

What speech?

The one that gets rid of
Johann Sebastian Monroe.

You want me to quit?

No, just change
your piano teacher.

Into what?

Sam, this is serious.
He thinks that destiny

has rewarded him
with a child prodigy.

He'll never stop bugging us.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

Unless... Unless what?

Unless I can find him
another child prodigy.

How about your mother?

She can turn herself
into a four-year-old.

She can go on the
concert tour. She wouldn't

even have to come
home for Christmas.

Eh.

If I could find him a
really talented pupil,

it would take his mind
off Tabitha, wouldn't it?

Sure, but... I'll bet there
are lots of talented kids...

who'd love to be
concert pianists.

True. But how do we find one?

Well. By supernatural
hocus-pocus!

Darrin, do you want to get
Mr. Monroe off our back or not?

I guess so.

Oh, thank you. Now stand back
and give me room to operate.

Piano child prodigy,
if I am near you,

send vibrations
so I can hear you.

♪♪

I hear music.

You do?

It's Franz Liszt's
"Liebesträume."

Oh.

Well... Good-bye,
sweetheart. I'll be back soon.

Youthful genius,
keep on playing.

I'm flying now and later paying.

Sorry.

♪♪

Please, go on.

May I help you?

I... I hope I'm not intruding. I was out
taking a stroll, and I heard the music.

It sounded so lovely, I wanted
to find out who was playing.

Please continue.

♪♪

He plays beautifully.
Thank you. He's my son.

You must be very proud
of him. Thank you. I am.

I'm Mrs. Darrin Stephens. I'm
Robert Williams, the school custodian.

And this is Matthew. Hi.

Hi, there. You're a very talented young
man. Where did you learn to play like that?

I learned music from a
correspondence course.

But I just like to play a lot.

We have no piano at home,
so I bend the rules a little...

and let him come to work
with me and practice here.

My ambition is to
be a concert pianist.

Matthew, somehow I have
the feeling you're gonna make it.

But, first, you have
to continue practicing.

I'm sorry I interrupted
you. That's okay.

It was a pleasure meeting
both of you, Mr. Williams.

- Good night, Matthew.
- Good night.

Good night, Mrs. Stephens.
Thank you for the encouragement.

Bye-bye. Good night.

Hi. Hi.

Did you find a prodigy?
Mm-hmm. I certainly did.

Where'd you get the coat? Uh-oh.

Oh, I wonder who that could be.

Maybe it's your travel agent.

Oh. Good evening.

Uh, Mr. Monroe! Y-You
said you'd let us sleep on it.

I was too excited.
I had to return.

And with me I brought the internationally
celebrated symphonic conductor,

Maestro Alfredo Ferranini.

Really?

Oh, well, uh, Maestro,
this is an honor.

Uh, we have several
of your records.

Naturally. Who doesn't?

The maestro has agreed to listen
to your daughter play the piano.

Since you will not accept my
judgment, perhaps you will accept his.

Uh... Eh, Maestro, this
is my husband, Darrin.

Darrin, this is
Maestro Ferranini.

He has agreed to listen
to Tabitha play the piano.

He has? Who asked him?

I did. I'm president
of his fan club.

Maestro, with all due respect,
my wife and I refuse to...

Johann, these people
bore me. Fetch the pianist.

Yes, Maestro. Uh, wait, wait.

I'll, uh... I'll
fetch her myself.

- Samantha...
- Now, Darrin,

if the maestro insists,
the maestro insists.

Uh, please, wait
in the living room.

♪♪

Fair.

Johann, this better
be good. Yes, Maestro.

Trust me.

Not so close.

Maestro, this is Miss
Tabitha Stephens.

No formalities. Just
command her to play.

Oh, all right. Okay,
sweetheart. Come on.

All right. Now, play.

Halt! Halt!

Maestro, she was brilliant this
afternoon. I don't understand it.

♪♪

That's enough piano, sweetheart.

Now, you run off to bed. Daddy and Mommy
will come kiss you good night in a minute.

What was that, a joke? Please,
gentlemen, if I can have your attention.

Uh, we have found you a real child
prodigy. His name is Matthew Williams.

I am not interested in
any more child prodigies!

Johann, so it finally happened.

You were neurotic to begin
with, and now you've cracked up!

Oh. O-Oh, please.
P-Please, Maestro, don't...

Maestro... Maestro, I
give you my word of honor.

Johann, you're a sick man. Your
word of honor doesn't mean beans.

Until you get medical attention,

you're suspended
from my fan club.

I don't understand
it. What happened?

We tried to tell you
we didn't want Tabitha...

to be a concert pianist,
but you wouldn't listen.

N-No, you just forced
us to discourage you.

You succeeded.
Oh, now, uh, please...

Tabitha said when she grows up she
wants to be a normal, ordinary housewife.

Just like her mother. Mm-hmm.

But don't let it discourage
you, Mr. Monroe.

As I said before, we have
found you a real prodigy.

Uh, w-would you like to sit
down and hear about him?

His name is Matthew Williams.

Actually, I found
him by coincidence.

Matthew, that's the best
news I've heard in weeks.

Oh, you're entirely welcome.

Give my regards to
your father. Bye-bye.

Guess what? What?

Mr. Monroe had Matthew
play for Maestro Ferranini,

who was favorably impressed.

So, Johann is back in
the fan club? Mm-hmm.

And destiny has finally
rewarded Mr. Monroe. Swell.

Uh, now, from the
sublime to the ridiculous.

♪♪

Honey, you're playing a song.

Mr. Monroe said
I was ready for it.

You did it.

You said you could learn to play
without witchcraft, and you did it.

Am I proud of you. Thank you.

♪♪

♪♪

Mother, once and
for all, cut that out.