All language subtitles for The Flying Nun s03e23 A Gift for El Charro.eng

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[barks]

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[Jacqueline] At the Convent San Tanco,
like anywhere else,

there is a time for sewing,
and for leaky pipes,

a time for reaping,
and for cracked plaster.

And a time for
quiet contemplation

and for falling rooftops.

[barks]

Buenos días.

Oh, buenos días.

[Bertrille] Coming down.
Bien.

Ah, look at the rainbow.

Look. Look. See?
¿Que?

Uh, uh... Oh, you know
how rainbows are.

They come and they go.

Yo no entiendo Inglés.

Huh, oh.

He doesn't
speak English.

Oh, well, what does he want?

[asks in Spanish]

[responds in Spanish]

Oh.
He's looking for work.

Maybe he can help us
with the plastering?

Fantastic!

Listen,
why don't you wait here--

No, why don't you come with us?

Tell Pablo that we do have
a lot of things to mend,

but, unfortunately,
no money to do it with.

Ah, SeñorPablo...

[translates in Spanish]

[speaking Spanish]

He's just a humble man

who wishes to make his mark
on the world

without humiliation.
Instead of payment,

he would like to learn to read
and write in English.

Well, don't just stand there.

Repeat after me.

The rain in Spain
stays mainly on the plain.

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[Jacqueline] Placing Pablo in the gardener's
cottage was a simple matter

compared to placing him in
a class with children.

But we could spare
no other time for him.

Uh-oh.

[stammers]
Good morning, children.

[children] Good morning, Sister Bertrille.

[children laughing]
[mutters in Spanish]

Ah, in English, please.

[in English]
Good morning, Sister Bertrille.

Good morning.
Okay, everybody, sit down.

[barks]

No, Horatio. I don't wanna
do tricks right now.

I'm too busy.

[barks twice]

Okay. Okay.

We'll do just one,
and that's it.

Okay. Gimme your paw.

Gimme your paw.

[growls softly]

[children laugh]

Oh, well, forget it.

That's one demerit for you.

Perdon,Sister.

How you call?

Oh, I knew you'd come in handy
for something.

This is,
uh, a dog-- Dog.

Uh, escribelo"dog."

Mm.

Uh, almost.

You spelled "doc."
That stands for "doctor."

Ah, pues gracias.

For what?

New word, "doctor."

Okay, kids. Here we go.

"Hickory Dickory Dock."

Okay.

[children] "Hickory Dickory Dock."

Sister, what--
What means "hickory"?

Well, hickory is
a kind of wood.

And what is "dickory"?

"Dickory" doesn't mean
anything.

Ah, hickory doc.

Hickory doctor.

[children laugh]

Well, let's move right
on ahead to "Jack and Jill."

[Jacqueline] Considering Pablo's future,

Humpty Dumpty would have been
more appropriate.

Since not even all the king's
horses or all the king's men

could handle what was coming
up the driveway.

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I'll be back in a moment.

But to me, it will seem
like an eternity.

Muah!

You see, the J isn't
pronounced in English

the same way it is
in Spanish.

You call frijoles
fri-joles?

No, we call them beans.

Sister Bertrille?

Am I interrupting?
Nuh-uh.

Okay.

Here.

Catcher's mitt, gloves...

Oh.
...baseballs.

[Bertrille] Carlos, how fantastic.

Now you can tell the catcher
from the pitcher.

[Carlos] Oh, I forget to tell you.

I won't be able to
umpire the first game.

That day I'm gonna have
an eye examination

for new reading glasses,

and I won't be able
to see too well.

Oh, they put drops
in your eyes, you know?

Well, can't you postpone it?

For another six months.

That's how long it took me
to get this appointment.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Uh, Carlos,
this is Pablo Cortina.

Uh, this is
Carlos Ramirez.

He's our new handyman,

and we're
teaching him English.

Um, mucho gusto.

Mucho gusto.

No, you mean,
"Pleased to meet you."

Uh...pleased to meet you.

Pleased meeting you.

What's the matter?

Well, he looks exactly like
El Charro.

What's an El Charro?

Not an El Charro.

El Charro.

He's a bullfighter
from Madrid.

[Bertrille] Oh, no, Pablo's from
a small fishing village

near Río Manos.

Okay. Well, I'm leaving.

We are going to be late
for the museum.

Who's "we"?

Uh, Theresa and I.
She's in the car.

If I had time,
I introduce you to her,

but, uh,
today's the last day

of the exhibit Pre-Colombian
at the museum.

Oh, since when have you been
interested in Pre-Colombian art?

All my life.
I'm crazy about it.

Pre-Colombian, Post-Colombian,
Modern Colombian.

I tell you the truth.

I'm crazy about her.

I don't know.
Maybe this is it.

Congratulations.

Thank you, but
this is not definite yet.

But I think when the moment
of truth comes, she'll accept.

Oh.
Well, I have to leave.

[speaks indistinctly]

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"How do I love thee,
question mark.

Let me count the ways."

Yeah.

And a rose for each way.

And sign it simply,
"Carlos."

Okay. Thank you. Bye-bye.

[sighs]

[knocks on door]
Come in.

You want to okay this, boss?

It's for, uh, 500.

Ramon Esteban?
Who is he?

He manages a bullfighter.

I think it's El Charro.

Uh, El Charro.

El Charro. Hmm.

The handyman.

It seems he, uh, disappeared
during the middle of the season,

and he traced him to San Tanco.

Now what would a bullfighter
be doing in a place like this?

I don't know.

Why don't you go out,

and try to find out?

Uh-huh.
But be discreet.

So the check is good, huh?

Yeah, the check is good.

I'm not too sure
about his bullfighter.

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[people chattering indistinctly]

SeñorEsteban,

I got a hot lead
on El Charro.

But remember,
I want an exclusive.

You got it.

Now what did you find out?

When I was in
the tobacco shop,

I saw Sister Bertrille
from the local convent.

What do nuns have to do
with a bullfighter?

Ah, well,
she was ordering a box

of these special Panetela
cigars from Madrid.

The kind
that El Charro favors.

So since there are very few
nuns who smoke cigars,

I checked further,
and I found out

that the convent hired
a handyman about the same time

that El Charro
was supposed to have arrived.

[speaking Spanish]

Hmm.

Well, he says his father
was raised here as an orphan,

and it's the only place
he knows

where he can hide from
the public

while he's learning
English.

I greatly appreciate
his thirst for knowledge,

but tell me, why can he not
attend night school,

like anyone else?

[Carlos] Well, he's not
like anyone else.

[car door opens]

If people know
where he is,

uh, he won't have
any privacy.

Besides, the manager wants him
to continue his tour,

and that will be
the end of his education.

An unless there is a miracle,
that's what's gonna happen.

Unless the miracle happens
right now.

Well, uh, here's
the handyman

you've just been dying
to meet.

Uh, Señor Morales,
Señor Esteban, Señor Ramirez.

[Esteban] This is not El Charro.

This is a plumber with
expensive taste in cigars.

That's not a plumber.

That's Carlos Ramirez,
who runs the local casino.

Right, Mr. Ramirez?

[Carlos] Right.

How long have you been,
uh, moonlighting?

Moonlighting? Uh-uh.

I consider it a privilege
to help the Sisters.

Hand me the wrench, please.

Hmm. Thank you.

You see, it is a matter of,
uh, Christian charity

to do whatever one can

to make this world
a better place to live in.

So I do a little here,
a little there.

The Boy Scouts,
the Girl Scouts.

It's penance,
and the way I live,

a little insurance
doesn't hurt.

No, no. Sure, Mr. Ramirez.

I'm sorry for
your trouble, Sister.

Oh.
Come on.

[humming to self]

Carlos,
you were just great.

Yeah, I was fabulous.
Uh-huh.

[speaks Spanish]

What'd he say?

He's going to dedicate
his, eh, next bull to me.

Oh.

Thank you very much.

I don't know,
Señor Esteban.

As a good Catholic,
I believe the nun.

As a good newspaper man,
I don't.

Bad vibrations.
[children laughing, shouting]

Hey, nice, catch.

Thank you.

Yeah.
With good coaching,

you could be
an A1 quarterback, eh?

The Sisters don't know
too much about football.

Well, what about
the handyman?

He looks like
an athlete.

Yeah, but he is
too busy studying.

Studying? Studying what?
English.

Sister Bertrille is teaching
him to read and write

while he does some work
around here.

Come on.

I don't have all day
to waste.

Maybe you didn't have
any luck,

but I just hit the jackpot.

Hey, hey, hey.
Come here!

Look at this.

"What local casino owner

"is learning to read and write

at the Convent San Tanco?"

I just can't believe it.

Well, they wouldn't print it
if it wasn't true.

They could get sued
for libel.

That's right.

And there is only one
casino owner in San Tanco.

You got to give him credit.

The way he carries it off.

There is a party of 12
for dinner tonight.

I...
Yes.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Everything is fine.

Okay.

What's the main course
for tonight?

It's right here
on the menu.

Okay.

I-- I cannot make it out.

The ophthalmologist put
some drops in my eyes today,

and I can't see too well.
Read it for me.

That's all right, boss.

I'll read it for you.

Lobster Diavolo

with puffed potatoes

and creamed spinach.

Anything else
you want me to read for you?

What's wrong with you two?

Nothing. Nothing.
[dishwasher] Nothing.

Hey boss, have you seen this?

Please!

Don't humiliate
the man.

Would you please
read this for me?

[sighs]
"What local casino owner

is learning to read and write
at the Convent San Tanco?"

Why are you bothering me
with that?

But, boss,
"What local casino owner"?

Oh, that's me!

That is me.

Come with me.
Come to my office.

And lock the door behind me.

And if I pound on it
to let me out, don't!

Because you know, I go directly
to the convent, and I...

You will read it tomorrow
in the obituary pages.

So you read it.

Everybody in San Tanco read it,
and I cannot prove a thing.

Not with these drops
in my eyes.

Do you know what I have
in my hands?

A children's reading book.

Yeah, sent to me
by an anonymous friend.

Well, at least,
say you're sorry.

Okay. I'm sorry.

Well, "sorry" doesn't help.

I know how you feel,
Carlos,

but you can't
let El Charro down now.

Give him one week.

I'm sure in one week,
he'll have a--

A working knowledge of English.
Sister Bertrille,

why is it every time
I am the injured party,

you make me feel
guilty and selfish?

Because you're so kind
and generous.

You are doing it again.

Okay.
I'll give you one week.

One week. That's all.

This is the last time
I'm going to give you...

I know you're upset, Father,

but I'm sure I'd know
if it were true.

Are you positive?

But he must have gone to
some college.

You know I won't bring home
anybody you'd be ashamed of.

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[doorbell rings]
There's someone at the door.

Yes. Yes, I'll let you know.

[doorbell rings]

Hello. Mmm!
Carlos.

Thank you
for the lovely flowers.

And that-- That poem,
very sweet.

Oh, it's just a reflection
of my thoughts.

Beautiful.
Uh-huh.

But, um, it did have
a very familiar sound.

Oh, it did?
Hmm.

Um, as--
As a matter of fact, it--

It was from
Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

Oh, it was?

Oh, it was. The first part.

The second, I wrote.

Of course, heh.

I'll--
I'll be right back.

Be right back.

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Oh, you're reading.

No, just looking at
the pictures.

The doctor put some drops
in my eyes today,

and, uh,
I can't see a thing.

Carlos,
I've got to talk to you.

What's wrong?

Nothing, I hope.

Remember those stories
you told me about high school?

Yes.

Well, you did graduate,
didn't you?

Of course I did.
Oh, come on.

What's wrong with you?

Oh, it's not just me.
It's my father.

He read that item
in the newspaper.

Oh, come on. Now you
don't want to tell me

that your father
really believes that?

Carlos, what else
did you lie about?

Oh, Theresa, be sensible.

I mean, there's nothing
to be ashamed of.

Over three quarters
of the world's population

is illiterate.
I'm not illiterate.

[sighs]

Please sit down.

I'm going to tell you
the truth.

But you have to promise me that
it's just between the two of us.

Okay?
Anything you say.

I am doing this as a favor

to a famous bullfighter
who should be nameless.

You're learning to read and
write for a famous bullfighter.

No, I didn't say that.

Then why are you learning
to read and write?

I am not learning to read
and write.

You see,
the Sisters at the convent

asked me to do them a favor
for this bullfighter.

A bullfighter in training
in a convent.

No. He's staying at
a convent.

You see, he told them
he's a fisherman,

but nobody's supposed
to know he's there.

So when his manager came,
I pretended to be him.

Well, doesn't his manager know
you're not him?

Of course,
that's the whole point!

You see, the manager thinks that
the handyman is his bullfighter.

So I took his place.

And who is the handyman?

The manager.

I mean, the bullfighter.

I mean me.
You see how simple it is?

All right, Carlos.

Shall we have lunch?

No.

I don't feel like eating.

The whole thing
made me too upset.

I don't think I'm gonna be
good company.

Maybe later for dinner.

We'll see
how you feel. [sighs]

[clicks tongue]

I'm sorry I spoiled
your afternoon.

That's all right.

I think I'll stay home
and do some reading.

Good.

Convent San Tanco?

I'd like to speak
to Sister Bertrille, please.

No, she doesn't know me.

Sister Bertrille?

Um, Maria Gonzales.

It's a very delicate situation.

You see, my uncle was offered
a job at a tourist agency,

but he has to learn
how to read and write.

And I heard it on good authority
that you...

So it is addressed
to you,

but you're supposed to
read it to me?

That's right, boss.

I just got it
special delivery.

Okay, read it.

[clears throat]

"My Dear Carlos,

"because of
your reading problem,

"I've sent this letter
to Raoul to read to you.

"Due to its
intimate nature,

I know you would want me
to choose a good friend."

Who signed that?

"Signed with kind memories,
Theresa."

[speaks indistinctly]

It's addressed to me,
boss. Oh, come on.

Boss!

[sighs]
Okay. Read it.

"Some things can never be.

Frankly, it just wouldn't
work out with my family."

Hey, boss,
what's with her family?

Never mind. Read.

"Whatever you do,
pursue your education.

There's no substitute
for knowledge."

"P.S. Please apologize to
Sister Bertrille.

"I'm sorry
I had to deceive her,

but I had to find out the truth
for myself."

What did you tell her?

I didn't tell her anything.

I don't even know her.

But you must have talked
to somebody.

Well, as a matter of fact,
I--

Oh, no,
it couldn't be.

What couldn't be,
but I'm sure it is?

Well, I did talk to a lady
that called

and said her name was
Maria Gonzales.

I blew it, didn't I?

What did you tell her?

Well, I couldn't tell her
it was him,

but I-I didn't exactly say
it was you.

But I guess she could have
thought I said that.

You blew it.

I blew it.

Why don't you
go to her home now,

and tell the truth?
She'd never believe me now.

Something is
very much wrong, no?

Something is
very much wrong,

si,
a disaster.

Carlos, don't worry.

I'm sure everything will be
all right. Sister Bertrille,

the last time I saw
that look in your eye,

I lost my girl.

Well, that's why El Charro
and I have to go there

and make sure
you don't lose her.

Oh, so you see, anyway,

uh, Pablo, our handyman,
is really El Charro,

the, uh, bullfighter.

Uh, Carlos was
just covering up for him.

El Charro.

Well, of course.

If-- If Carlos had only
told me your name.

[Pablo] You know of me?

Last summer at the bullring
in Mexico City.

I threw my scarf
down to you.

Black lace with
a red rose in the middle.

Oh, si.
I remember.

[speaks Spanish]

Well, anyway,
you see, uh, Pab--

Uh, El Charro just insisted
on coming along

to make sure that nothing came
between you and Carlos, heh.

♪♪

Well...

Now that
we've cleared the air...

I know Carlos will be relieved
to hear what's happened.

Ahem, could I have a cookie?

Excuse me.

[Bertrille speaks indistinctly]

What happened, Sister?

Well, we told her
the whole story.

And she believed you.
Every single word.

Good!
You did it again.

I mean, you and El Charro.
He sure did.

I have to thank him.
Where is he?

I don't know exactly.

Hmm.
I-- I better call Theresa.

She must be waiting for me.

Well, I don't think
she's in, Carlos.

Where-- Where is she?

With him.

With whom?
El Charro.

You see, it seems she threw
her handkerchief down to him

in the bullring
in Mexico City.

Oh, just a moment.

What are you trying
to tell me?

We blew it.

You mean...
him and her?

Well, sometimes it happens
like that, Carlos.

I don't understand.

When I was a big illiterate,
I wasn't good enough for her.

What makes him
so different?

Well, she says
it took great courage

for him to jeopardize
his career for an education,

and when it came to you, you
didn't have anything to lose.

I didn't have
anything to lose?

I almost lost her.

I mean, I did.

Now, Carlos,
don't feel too bad.

You never know who she's gonna
throw her scarf to next, do you?

Yeah, right.

You know something?
What?

I think
she's also right.

There's no substitute
for knowledge. Right.

I just learned one thing.
What?

If you ever ask me
to do anything for you again,

and I say yes, lock me up
until I come to my senses.

[Jacqueline] With El Charro graduated,

it was business as usual
at the Convent San Tanco.

[barking]

Sister Bertrille,

I have
a letter from the bishop.

Okay.

[barking]

For me?
Indirectly.

It seems that a certain
bullfighter dedicated his bull

to Sister Bertrille
of the Convent San Tanco.

You were awarded
two ears and a tail.

Well, you can't change
a bull's ear into a silk purse.

That's a sow's ear.

No, it would look ridiculous
for a matador to fight a pig.

[chuckles]

Heh. Well, anyway,
I told him

bullfighting
was for the birds.

The bishop voiced the same
sentiments in a different way.

El Charro apologized and
donated his fee to the convent

for the embarrassment.
that he caused.

My word.

Who says you can't turn
a bull's ear into a silk purse?

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