All language subtitles for The Flying Nun s01e28 May the Wind Be Always at Your Back.eng

[dog barking]

[glass shattering]

[Jacqueline]
In her endless war to provide

incentives for the students
to improve their grades,

Sister Bertrille persuaded
the dashing Carlos Ramirez to award a prize

to the boy and girl
who, during the year, achieved the highest marks.

Why do you suppose
they want to see us?

Well, it's the contest,
that's what it is. We've won it.

Well, I won't be
accepting the prize.

What's the matter with
a day in town and dinner at the captain's cabin?

He doesn't want to be
with 2 homely kids like us.

Sister Bertrille
made him do it.

[Reverend Mother]
Yes, children. Come in.

Señor Ramirez,
this is Bridgett Faulkner and Joel Bascomb.

How do you do?

Bridgett, Joel,

I'm happy to announce
you're the winners of the contest.

[Bertrille]
Well, what do you two think of that?

I'm grateful
to the gentleman,

but I can't afford to be
wasting my valuable time on frivolity.

Now, I-I'd better be
getting back to the frog I'm dissecting.

Thank you all the same.

Bridgett?

Señor Ramirez, I--I--
I am sure that Bridgett did not intend to be rude.

Well, at least
we still have Joel.

Uh, if she doesn't have
the time, neither do I.

Um, thanks all the same.

Uh, Joel.

Well, another time, perhaps.
I'll be running along.

Now Carlos, don't be angry.
I'll talk to them. They'll go.

It's just that
Bridgett is so shy.

Especially around you.

You see, you're
a very romantic figure

to all the young girls
around here.

You represent
a kind of sophistication and worldliness.

[Bertrille]
Actually, she's aching to go but just afraid to say so.

It'd be the best thing
in the world for her. It's just what she needs,

a little fun,
a little excitement.

So, we'll meet you
at 10:00 tomorrow morning sharp, right?

Well, I don't know.
But I--I have a feeling

you're all much smarter
than I am.

Good day,
Señor Ramirez.

Phew.
That was close.

Sophistication
and worldliness. Was that, uh...

Not a bit thick?

So is Linguini.

What's Linguini
got to do with anything?

It happens to be
the specialty of the house at the captain's cabin.

You think
I'm gonna miss that?

[people chattering]

[Jacqueline]
After hours of persuasion,

the 2 scholars agreed
to accept the prize.

But as it turned out,
the only good thing about the day

was that Sister Bertrille
finally had her fill of Linguini.

♪[band playing]
Mmm-hmm.

Mmm.

[Bertrille]
Oh, that's wonderful.

Oh, look what's happening.

Joel, aren't you going to ask
Bridgett to dance?

Of course he's not!

Because he doesn't know how.

And I don't know how.

And even if he knew how,
he wouldn't be asking me.

Why not?

[Joel]
She doesn't think she's pretty, that's why.

[Bertrille]
Oh, well, that's nonsense.

Beauty isn't just something
on the outside. It's on the inside as well,

and that's where it
really counts, huh, Carlos?

Yeah? Oh--oh, definitely.

Would you dance
with me, Bridgett?

If you're trying to make me
an object of ridicule,

I'll thank you
to save your breath. But I'm not.

Look, I've done everything
you wanted me to do all day, haven't I?

Slogging through the institute
of marine biology,

dragging through
the museum of natural history, 2 libraries.

Can't you do something
I want to do?

Yes, Bridgett.
It's only fair.

Oh, all right, sister.
If it'll make you happy.

I hope your toes
are immuned from pain.

You just follow me.
I'll worry about my toes.

You see?
How easy it is?

Oh, I'm no good at it.
I'm sitting down. Oh, come on.

I didn't know
the Irish were quitters.

And what kind
of an English remark is that? Well, are they?

I don't know why you'd want
to dance with me when you know someone like her.

She's beautiful.

You don't miss much,
do you?

Not when you're ugly.

Oh, when she was your age,
she wore braces,

she was skinny,
and she used to cry herself to sleep every night

because she thought
she was ugly.

Oh, what happened?
Well, she came out of her cocoon.

And you can, too,

if you make the most
of your best features.

You have a lovely smile.

That's better.

[Carlos]
Now, come on.

Stop hiding your light
under a bushel.

Uh, I have a stomach ache.
I feel yellow-greenish.

You look all right.

I may throw up.

Don't you dare. Sir?
Yes, sister.

Would you tell Señor Ramirez
to bring the young lady home

as soon as
she's finished her dessert? Sure.

Oh, but shouldn't Bridgett
come with us?

Well, she's having
too good of a time. Why spoil it?

[sighing]

My father loved
to dance.

He could dance the best jig
of all the fishermen in Ireland.

Now, aren't you
just a little bit prejudiced?

Oh, no.
'Tis the truth,

lying not being
one of my sins.

Oh, he was a grand one.

He put them all to shame,
he did.

[sighing]
That's what he missed most when we came here.

Jigging on the Sunday
and the old tunes.

"Bridgett," he said, "I can't
leave you much in the way of this world's goods.

"For that I'm sorry.

"But you're an enterprising
little fish, with a quick mind and a good heart.

"And you'll get on, you will.

[Bridgett]
Go to the sisters, they'll help you."

So, after he died,

I knocked on the door
and I said, "I am Bridgett Faulkner.

"And let me in, for I'm
an enterprising little fish in need of an education,

and I'll do cleaning
and mending to get it."

What time would it be?

I don't know.
I lost my watch.

It's 9:00, miss.

Oh, glory.
Sister'll be having a tipperary fit.

Come on, we've got
to get out of here. Sure.

[crickets chirping]

It's been an evening
with royalty, is what it's been.

And I thank you for it.

Don't thank me.
You won it as a prize.

Oh, but not
the dancin' lesson. That was extra.

And I have no money
or possessions, so I can't be paying you.

Have you ever had
an Irish blessing?

No.

[Bridgett]
Do you want one?

You should at least
have one in your lifetime.

Yes, I think you ought.

Is it a fair exchange?

Well, if I said yes,

how would it go?

Brace yourself,
for it's coming at you.

I am braced.

May the road rise
to meet you.

May the wind be
always at your back.

May the sun shine warm
upon your face.

The rain,
fall soft upon your fields.

And until we meet again,
may god hold you in the palm of his hand.

Good night, little fish.

Oh, I know I'm late.

But don't give me a scolding.
Not tonight.

Don't spoil
the most beautiful day a Galway girl ever had.

What's the matter
with your hand? Oh, he kissed it.

He raised it up
and he kissed the back of it,

like I was a grand lady
in a castle.

[knocking on door]

Come in.

Well, here's
the wet mud you wanted.

What are you gonna do?
Run a soil test?

Oh, don't be stupid.

I'm giving myself
a mud pack.

Sister,
can I speak to you? Shoot.

Um, I--I mean, if I were
to tell you something,

you wouldn't tell
a certain person I told you, would you?

If it's gossip,
I don't want to hear it.

Uh, this isn't gossip.
It's just that I'm worried about Bridgett.

Bridgett? Why?

Well, she's been acting
odd lately and not working on her paper.

It has to be turned in
by Monday, or else she won't get her scholarship.

I just thought I'd tell you
for her own good.

No, Joel's right.
She's lost her concentration. Now look at this test.

She put Los Angeles in Arizona
and St. Louis in Arkansas.

[knocking on door]

[sighing]

[Jacqueline]
Sister,

[crickets chirping]

Look.

She's flown the coop.

[Bertrille]
Look at this.

Oh, you don't suppose she's--

I'll be back later.

♪[music playing]

Oh, no, no, no.
What I am trying to say-- good night.

I'm trying to say,
you will have to show me your driver's license.

And I'm saying it's not myself
that's wanting to get inside.

It's this package
for Señor Ramirez.

Now, will you be giving it
to him?

Yes, miss.

A young lady
left this for you.

"Dear Carlos,
this is my heart ticking for you."

Hmm. That's nice.

♪[watch chiming]

Carlos, the watch belonged
to her father.

It was the only thing
he managed to leave her.

He won it in a contest
or something. Jigging on the Sunday?

I had no idea
it was from Bridgett. Please take it back.

And humiliate her?
Good grief.

Well, you think of something,
sister.

I need a $5 watch,
like I need a broken ski.

Oh, you and your fatal charm.
Did you have to lay it on so thick?

I--I mean, it's so easy
for you. It just comes bubbling out.

But, this time,
you--you bubbled on the wrong girl.

All right, all right,
it was my fault.

Now the point is,
how do we get out of this?

Well, you're
going to have to talk to her.

That's it.
Take her to lunch tomorrow.

Explain the differences
in your ages. Can't you tell her?

Carlos, it has to come
from you. You're the one she has the crush on.

But I have
a lunch date tomorrow.

Carlos,

this girl stands to win
a scholarship to St. Patrick's College in Dublin.

But she has to have
her thesis finished and in the mail by Monday

else she's automatically
disqualified.

Today she put Los Angeles
in Arizona because of you.

[sighing]

Carlos.

Lunch tomorrow?

I think I can.

Your office?

I'll be there.

Goodbye.

Ok, goodbye.

Hello, Carlos.
I'm not late, am I?

Bridgett?

Is that you?

How do I look?

Is my light out
from under the bushel?

You better come in.

Sit down, please.

Is something the matter?

Uh, yes.

Bridgett, my world
and your world

are not the same world.

Or could they ever be.

Can you understand that?

What would you be
trying to say?

Well...

[sighing]

What I'm trying
to say is,

you're a young girl
and I'm, uh, much older than you are.

Now your life is ahead of you.
Mine is mostly behind me.

Oh, but I don't mind.

I'll make you young again.
No, please.

W-What you're really trying
to say is

that you don't like me.
Is that it?

[sighs]

No, no, it's not that.
It's not that at all.

It's that, uh,
I have a problem and, uh, Sister Bertrille--

Carlos, darling,
I took the chance--

am I intruding?

Candy,
this is Bridgett Faulkner, a friend from the convent.

This is Candy Cain.
Hi, Bridgett.

I got your message canceling
our lunch, but I decided to drop by anyway,

[candy]
Just in case you got rid of your little problem.

Oh, he's gotten rid of it,
Miss Cain. Don't worry, I'm going.

Oh, and I'll be having
my timepiece back.

[sighing]

And don't you be dearing me.

You never liked me.

You never liked me at all.

It was just pity.
Sister put you up to it.

Well, I don't want any pity
from you. Ever!

And did you have to say
"convent"?

[door closing]

Obviously,
I said something wrong.

No, it's just that I didn't
say anything right.

Well, maybe it's
for the best.

I better phone
in the results.

[knocking on door]

Whoever it is,
I'll thank you to go away.

Goodness,
it's like a tomb in here.

I'm dead, aren't I?

Bridgett,
if I said I was sorry,

could we discuss this
like reasonable human beings?

I have nothing
to say to you, sister.

Would you talk to Carlos?

He doesn't
want to talk to me.

On the contrary.
He's-- he's giving a party tomorrow night for his niece,

and I'm sure he'd love
for you to be there.

I'll have
none of his pity.

Oh, for Pete's sake, Bridgett,
Carlos doesn't pity you. He likes you. He really does.

Why, he gave you
his friendship for free. It didn't cost you anything.

And you were the one that
went jumping off the deep end

with the mud packs
and the mini skirts.

Who told you
about the mud packs?

Oh, bucktooth did,
didn't he?

If any of you
had any common decency, you'd just leave me alone.

Uh, Bridgett, I--
I don't want any pity from you either.

Still mad,
isn't she?

I'm afraid so.

It's all that
Carlos Ramirez's fault.

Teaching her how to dance
with her eyes closed. Good grief.

Joel, why did you tell me
about her neglecting her papers in the first place?

Well, I wish I hadn't.

Why was it so important
to you?

Because, well...

I thought if she could
get into, uh, St. Patrick's College...

I could get in, too.
That way we could be together.

I mean, after all,
we're only 2 years apart.

You really care a lot
about her, don't you?

Why don't you tell her
how you feel and what you did and why?

Then she'd really hate me.
Well, at least you could give it a try.

No, gosh, I couldn't.
I wouldn't know how to start.

Why don't you start by giving
her one of your seashells to complete her collection?

Like that--that big pink one
she likes.

Yeah.

Any luck with Bridgett?

Mmm-hmm, keep your fingers
crossed. I think I'm on the right track.

[birds chirping]

Uh, Bridgett?

And what will you
be wanting?

Uh, this shell.

I know you don't have one
like it, and I have 2.

So I thought you might like it
to fill out your collection.

Sister sent you out here
with this, didn't she?

Uh, if you hold it
to your ear, you can hear waves.

Oh, just keep it
and leave me be.

Uh, Bridgett,
I've got something to say.

Joel Bascomb, if you don't--
and I'm going to get it off my chest

no matter how Irish
and mad you get.

I was the one who told sister
about your goofing off.

That's how it all got started,
so don't get mad at her.

[Bridgett]
What did you do it for?

I was jealous, I guess.

Jealous?

Of me? Who could be?

Me could be.
I mean, I kind of like you.

[sighing]

I don't believe you.
You're just saying it to make me feel better.

Oh, gosh, I mean it.
I really do, Bridgett.

[Joel]
I've always liked you.

I mean,
the other kids are Ok. You and I are different.

We like the same things.

There's nobody in the world,
except you. At least for me.

Well, now I've said it,
you've got every right to hate me.

I hate myself.

[Bridgett]
Oh, Joel? What?

If Carlos had a party
tomorrow night, would you be going?

No.
Well, why not?

Who'd want to go with me?
I can't dance, and I've got buckteeth.

I'd go with you.
That's what I--

you would?

Well, that is if you still
mean it about the shell.

Here.

[Joel laughing]

I was just saying a prayer,
Reverend Mother.

And it looks like
it was answered.

Oh, gosh, I've got to tell
Carlos he's giving a party tomorrow night.

A party?
Excuse me, Reverend Mother.

♪[music playing]

To the weekend.

Mmm.

It's really true,
isn't it?

You and I, alone, together,
on your yacht.

Wild turtles
couldn't tear us apart.

Sunbathing, fishing,
horsing around.

[knocking on door]

Oh, no.
What is it?

A wild turtle.
Huh?

Excuse me. I hope I'm not
interrupting anything,

but, uh, Carlos, could you
give a party tomorrow night for your niece?

No, he can't. He's going to be
horsing around with me on his yacht.

Aren't you,
Carlos, darling? Darling,

in these little situations
with Sister Bertrille, I learned not to fight it.

Just to join in.

It really won't be
any problem? No.

♪[band playing]
Have fun.

Hi, there.

Hi.
Hi. You're late.

I was trying to
make it up to candy. It's not going to be easy.

How is everything going?

Oh, I stepped
on your foot again. I'm quitting.

Oh, no.
Don't be a quitter.

Just relax,
and listen to the music.

Maybe if I closed my eyes.
Just close your mouth,

'cause the light's reflecting
on your teeth.

Now that wasn't so hard,
was it? I can dance.

Joel Bascomb, son of
Mr. and Mrs. Robert Bascomb d'assise,

can actually,
positively dance.

Why don't you ask Janet
for the next one?

I think I will.

You better find Bridgett
and get started.

I don't know what to say.

I feel like a school boy.
[Bridgett] Carlos.

Hello, Bridgett.
It's a lovely party,

and I'm having such a rare,
good time.

Would you like
to dance with me?

Well,
I would like that very much.

You know, I should be
very angry with you.

Running out
on our lunch date.

It was a terrible tantrum,
it was.

It's what all little girls
get into.

And what are you now?
A young lady.

More than that.

A smart young lady?

Mmm-mmm, still more.
A smart and beautiful young lady.

[Carlos]
Remember that.

Joel, look out!
Open your eyes!

[crashing]

[end credits]

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