All language subtitles for How To Marry A Millionaire - S01E37 - The Big Order

Dog Show.

Bluebloods vying for blue
ribbons. Here they are,

the thoroughbred pets
of the rich and money.

You don't have to be a
thoroughbred to be a rich man's pet.

You don't even have to be a dog.

All right, lady, how do you
get to be a rich man's pet?

Well, a good start is marrying him.

The answer is no.

Oh, it wouldn't look good on me?

No, I can't lend you $85. Oh, please.

Sorry.

Gee, it's out of this world.

Maybe I'll ask Mike for the
money. Today's her payday.

Well, you better catch her fast.

I think she's planning to
spend it on something silly.

Like the rent. Hi, kids.

What a wonderful day it's been.

What a wonderful, glorious day.

Well, naturally, you got paid today. No.

No, I met a man today.

That makes it a wonderful, glorious
day. The man happens to be Tim McKesson,

head of United Mining and Manufacturing.

What a wonderful,
glorious day. That must be him.

He said he'd call about dinner tonight.

Hello?

Yes, Mr. McKesson.

What?

All right, Tim.

And you'd better call me Mike.

They're off and running
at Hialeah. The Savoy?

Fine.

What time shall I expect you, Tim?

It'll have to be late, about 9.30.

But I got a good excuse.

Got the biggest order of
my career on the fire.

Yeah, South American deal.

Waiting for some news now. If it comes
through, we'll really celebrate, huh?

Okay.

See you later, Mike.

Duh.

Mr. McKesson.

Mr. McKesson, something has come up. Sid,

send Miss McCall a couple dozen
long-stem roses, please. Yes, sir.

Send one of my cards with it, and
you write something on the back.

You're good at that
sort of thing. Yes, sir.

Mr. McKesson, you better
make it three dozen roses

and throw in an orchid
corsage while you're at it.

Gotta do the thing right.

Mr. McKesson!

Fitzgerald has been trying to get you on
the phone about the South American deal.

What's the problem?

They put a new buyer on the deal,

and the first thing he did
was cancel the order with us.

Oh, no!

What are you going to do, sir?

Cancel the roses.

Get some lilies.

For me.

Listen to what it says here.

Tim McKesson is a
clear-eyed young man in a hurry.

In spite of his ready
laugh and cheerful manner,

he's a human dynamo who seldom
spends less than 16 hours at his office.

16 hours?

Gee, I think a person ought to
have time to cultivate his mind.

Tim is everything that
magazine says, and more.

He's so dynamic.

Hi.

Tim, these are my
girlfriends, Loco and Greta.

The dynamo looks like it's had a
short circuit. Tim, is something wrong?

Don't you feel well?

Have you been in an accident or something?

Well, at least his head
isn't hurt. He can move it.

Tim, for heaven's sake, stay away from
there. It's 21 flights straight down.

And that first step is a beauty.

I was only going to fly down to
South America without a plane.

South America.

Well, you mentioned something
about that on the phone, but...

I had a big order all sewed up,
and they got themselves a new buyer.

Ramon Valdez.

Gee, what a pretty name.
It's like Cesar Romero.

Valdez is coming in tomorrow, but we've
already had word he's canceled our order,

and it's going to our competitors.

Oh, Tim, that's too bad. But
don't let it get you down.

Sure, where's that cheerful
manner, that ready laugh?

How's this? The greatest deal of my life!

So, it's only money.

What am I saying?

There must be some way we
can get that order back.

Talk to this Valdez.

Wait a minute.

Why not?

Suppose we girls were to meet Valdez as
representatives of your company. You know,

like a reception committee.

Now you're thinking.
We'll take him to lunch.

We'll wine him and dine him
and have him sold in no time.

It might work.

Well, sure it'll work.

After all, we're experts on the subject.

You know about mining and manufacturing?

No, about guys.

This is delightful. First
you meet me at the airport,

and then you sweep me off my feet
and take me to lunch. Paradiso.

Well, Mr. McKesson insists
we treat you like royalty.

Crepes, suzettes, caviar,
champagne, sky's the limit.

I am really impressed by your
Senor McKesson's generosity.

Oh, we're certainly glad
to hear that, Mr. Valdez.

You may call me Ramon.

Better yet, Ramon Darling.

Wow, get a load of these prices.
They could make eating go out of style.

Don't worry, Tim is going to
take care of everything. Besides,

I've got a whole week's
salary to pay for the check.

There's plenty of money in here.

I owe you $85. Signed, Logan.

See, I told you everything
was all right. We've got not...

Well, what shall we have?

I have developed an
appetite just reading this menu.

Oh, me too. I'm really
going to dig in today.

Don't dig in too much, dear.

You won't fit into that charming
dress you bought this morning.

That would be awful. You don't
know how I splurged on this dress.

We know, dear.

We know.

You look nervous.

Why are you twisting
your napkin like that?

I'm practicing for later.

Have you decided, monsieur?

Well, how is your duck under
glass? S'il vous plaît, monsieur,

we will give you our very finest duck.

And your finest glass, too.

I wouldn't glass splinters,
you know. It's happened before.

How about a little hamburger?

Hamburger?

Well, I'm sure Ramon would
rather have a nice, big, juicy steak.

Uncle, what are you
trying to do, poison the man?

Poison?

Such heavy food when he's
still air-sick. Air-sick?

But I never get air-sick.

Oh, but you look sick.

He looks fine. He looks
sick. Sick, sick, sick.

Ramon, do you really think steak
would be bad for your stomach?

For my stomach? No.

But for my shins, yes.

Somebody keeps kicking me under the table.

All right, ladies, what, as
you say in America, gives, huh?

Well, Mike was supposed
to pay for the lunch,

but when she looked in her purse for
the money, All she found was a note.

Oh, you mean my eye... So that's it.

You have no money? Oh, for
such charming, honest ladies.

I pay gladly.

Oh, would you?

Why not? I'll put it on what
you call the swindle sheet, eh?

Ramon, you're a darling.

I'll have a leg of lamb,
and don't spare the gravy.

Oh, no. No gravy for her.

Why? The gravy is bad for her stomach?

No, but I hold the mortgage on that dress.

Tim, calm down.

The deal is set, I tell you. Look
who's out with him right now. Sure.

She'll have him panting
to sign with your company.

Hi, everybody.

Tell me, tell me, tell
me, am I in business?

Boy, did we do the town.

And can that guy dance?

And cha-cha-cha? He
even puts in an extra cha.

She's having a ball, and I'm
having a nervous breakdown.

Don't worry.

I really sold him on the company.

Before I left him, I made him
promise me on his word of honor

that he wouldn't go with any
other firm but International.

International?

Jim, now what's the matter?

International is the other company!

I see.

Now, just tell Mr. Valdez
that Mr. McKesson called.

Thank you.

Well, that does it.

I don't know where else to try.

He's probably at International
right now signing with them,

the way he promised Loco.

How could you make such a mistake?

Practice.

I'm sorry.

Guess I just wasn't thinking.

Which ordinarily means a 50-50 chance
she'd get it straight. Why didn't you think?

When she thinks, she's
not that dependable.

I don't know what I'm gonna do now.

Now, Tim, let's not give up hope yet.

Maybe we can... Come in, it's open.

Ah, buenos dias, señoritas.

Ramon, we've been looking for you.

Oh, I've been looking for you all my life.

Ramon, I'd like you to meet Mr. McKesson.

Ah, Senor McKesson, the man who is
responsible for my meeting these charming ladies.

Oh, how can I ever thank you,
amigo? Tell him, tell him, tell him.

Oh, oh.

Ramon, I made a mistake last night.

When I told you which company
was best for you to sign with,

I got the names sort of mixed up.

Yeah, she just got the names mixed up.

I said international when I
really meant American mining.

United. United.

That's the one.

I knew it was mining and
manufacturing, but I'm so bad with first names.

I'm glad to hear this, because
when I go over the situation,

I begin to feel that it's a moral
obligation to sign with your company.

Now that Loco says so,
that makes it unanimous, huh?

Oh, united.

All right, well, let's
get down to the office

right now. Now? What
is the hurry? Sit down.

First, we'll have some coffee, yeah?

But don't you think we
ought to get down to business?

That is the trouble with you
norteamericanos. With you,

it is always the business before the
play. Now, where I come from, first you play,

and then you find a
little time for business, huh?

Oh, get ready, my little dancing doll.

I have found a place
with a 24-hour rumba band.

A 24-hour rumba band?

That must be the South
American answer to brainwashing.

Ramon, I think Loco would feel
better if you tended to business first.

Oh, no, I...

You took the words right out of my mouth.

I promise to go dancing with you,

but only after you've gone down and
signed the contracts with International.

Okay, it's a deal. We go
sign with International. Now!

United!

United! United! United!

Sid, have you got those contracts ready?
Yes, sir, right here on your desk, sir.

Business, business,
always with the business, eh?

Uh, Sid, this is Mr. Valdez,
you know, the buyer for Garcia.

The South American deal is going
through. You can write yourself a bonus check.

Well, how do you do, Mr. Valdez?

I've just been looking at
your picture here in the paper.

My picture?

Look, loco, it's you and me.

Remember last night when we hired the
band and cha-cha-chaed up and down Broadway?

Some newsman took our picture.

Oh, what a traffic jam. Magnifico, huh?

Boy, you really did do the town.

Now, about these contracts.

Wait a minute. What does the caption say?

Well-known playboy, Ramon
Valdez, engaged to Senorita Garcia,

daughter of South American magnate.

Ramon, you never told us you were
engaged. And to your boss's daughter at that.

Well, that's all in the past.
Before I found my little chiquita.

Hello.

Yes, he's here.

Mr. Valdez, it's the
overseas operator for you.

Your hotel must have
given them our number.

Yes, put him on.

Ah, buenos dias, senor.

Sí. Ah, sí. Hola, blonde.

Es necesario para la compañía.

See? And Broadway!

Aw, what a traffic jam!

Uh... Oh.

Uh... Yeah?

Oh.

Adios, amigo. What a pity.

It's bad. It's very bad.

But... Now, where were we?

You're about to sign these contracts.
I'll sign them if you wish, my friend,

but it will do you no good.

What do you mean? That was
Senor Garcia, my employer.

Somebody call him from
here about the picture,

so I am no longer engaged
to his daughter. Also, I

am, how you say in English, fired. Canned.

Bounce! Well, now there is no more
business matters to waste time with,

my little Paloma. We can
dance through life together.

I haven't heard from Tim
since we got that message

from Garcia yesterday.
I wonder where he went.

Out of his mind, where else?
Have you seen Loco this morning?

Here I am.

He wasn't kidding about
that 24-hour Roomba band.

Boy, I've got aches in places I
didn't even know I had places.

We may have lost a millionaire, but
we've gained a dancing fool. Wait a minute.

I haven't given up yet.

We can still help Tim get that order.

Any suggestions?

It's this simple.

We get Ramon back with Senorita
Garcia, Papa Garcia forgives all,

puts him back on the payroll
again, the contract is signed,

and Tim will make a
very grateful bridegroom.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch.

How do we do all that?

Loco, first of all,
you've got to give up Ramon.

I'll do it gladly. But believe me, that
guy's harder to peel than a corn plaster.

Which reminds me, I could use a few.

We've got to find a way to
discourage Ramonan fast.

We just can't waste any more time. Oh,
you don't know what you're up against.

I tried everything last
night just so we'd quit dancing.

I told him I was tired,
I was sick, I hated the

rumba, I hated South America, I hated him.

Well, he just laughed and
said he loved me for my honesty.

Oh, he sounds adhesive all right.
I even told him he was too late.

Another man had stolen my heart.

How did he react to that?

He said he'd settle for what was left.

Maybe we can get him loaded and put
him on a boat back to South America.

He doesn't drink.

That's another reason
why he likes me so much.

Because I can't stand the stuff either.

He's against drinking.

It's one vice he has
no use for, and take my

word for it, it's the only one. That's it.

That's the thing we need. What are you
talking about, Mike? I think we've got it.

Ramon is practically on
his way back home right now.

How come?

Because his little pigeon has just
become a fallen angel. Hurry, Gretta,

he'll be showing up any minute. I've
just about finished hiding the evidence.

Oh, furniture polish.

Well, we're lucky they had a
wild party downstairs last night.

There he is. Go in and tell Loco
to give it everything she's got.

Hello, Mike.

Oh, Ramon.

Where is my little pigeon?

I was hoping it wasn't you. But why?

You can't see her now. You just can't.

I just came to tell Loco that I...

Lots of hot coffee. It's Ramon.

He mustn't see her like
this. It'll break his heart.

Mike, what does she mean, break my heart?

Go back, Ramon. Go back to the girl
you left behind you in South America.

What's going on?

Help.

I can't hold her any longer.

Miss Ramone. Hiya, sweetie.

Now you know everything.

Our secret is out.

You mean she's a whiskey drinker?

Whiskey drinker? Certainly not.

Jim!

Heaven only knows where
she gets a hold of them.

Madre mia!

She really puts them away?

We try to watch her all the time,
but who can have a thousand eyes?

You might understand. I
never saw such a drop.

You should have seen her last
night. She didn't even know who I was.

That reminds me.

Who were you? I do not
understand. I never saw her touch a drop.

Isn't it sad? She's all right for three
or four days, and then wham, she's off.

Loco.

I'm in front of Ramon, too.

Oh, I'm no good. That's
what I am. I'm no good.

You go back to your boss's daughter.

She's sweet.

Pure, sober. Me, I'm no good for you.

I'm no good for you, do you
hear me? No good for you.

Now, he's around here someplace.

Think I have just found it?

And another one, too.
But these ones are empty.

She's so bad, she even hides
the empties. I can't believe it.

She told me she does not like the liquor.

Are you kidding? Up to a month ago,

she didn't even know you
could drink water straight.

What's the matter? What's the matter?

It's the little green men.

They're after me again.

Tom and Dick and Sam.

Sam?

My name's... Oh, my goodness,
we forgot to lock the closet,

and she's been into the
furniture polish again.

I see you there, Sam.

Scat! Scat!

Care for some more coffee?

No, wait, not coffee. In my country,
we know what to do for such a thing.

Give me the furniture polish.

It's an old cure called
Head of the Dog that Bits You.

This is what made her sick. A
little more of it will make her well.

Now, wait a minute. This is
going just a little too far.

You must swallow this.

If necessary, we must
force it down her throat.

Now, then I'll hold it.
Hold it. You must drink this.

Soon you will see it will chase
away all those little green creatures.

Yeah, but she's beginning to look
like one herself. The only thing to do.

All right. Did you swallow?

I swallowed.

I swallowed. I don't eat anymore. Honest.

Oh, my pobrecita.

How can I leave you like this?

I will have to cancel
the plane reservations.

Plain reservations?

Yes, that is what I came to tell Loco.

Last night I made the
decision to go back to

my country and make up
with Senorita Garcia.

It's not right to jilt a girl.

I say to myself, she cannot
dance well, but she is very rich.

But of course now all that is impossible.

I cannot leave her in this condition. It
will get worse unless I stay to cure her.

You know something?

I feel wonderful now.
Look, I'm cold sober.

Sure, you don't have to
worry about her anymore.

You recover so quick?

Oh, that furniture polish did it.

Yep, I feel all bright and shiny inside.

Well, are you sure that it will last?

That you are finished with the drinking?

Well, read what it says on the bottle.

Guarantees a lasting finish. I don't
have to be concerned with her any longer.

Go back to your sweet little senorita.

Make up with your boss
and get your job back.

And don't forget to sign that
contract with International.

United, United! Call the reservation
desk so you don't miss your plane. Well,

if Loco has really learned
a lesson, Perhaps I can go.

Oh, I learned it. I learned it. Oh,
Ramon, here's the reservations desk.

Hello, reservations.

This is Senor Valdez.

Well, we did it. But
how do you feel? Yeah.

Okay, I guess.

Better not light any matches around
me. No, you don't have to take it.

Kim, where have you been the last
three days? We looked all over for you.

You don't know what happened.

No, you wait until you hear how we fixed
up everything. So you'd get the contract.

Wait a minute.

I got the contract.

Already?

I don't understand. But
we just sent Ramon home.

It's very simple. I just came back
from a quick trip down to South America,

and I met Senorita Garcia.

One thing led to another, and well,
after a wild guy like Ramon, a nice,

quiet American like me
looked good to her, and...

Well, anyway, how can her father refuse
to do business now with his own son-in-law?

Tim, would you like to see the
view from our terrace? Girls. Girls.

Girls.