All language subtitles for S1E14-Ed The Songwriter_Subtítulos01.ENG

[whinnies]

Hello.
I'm Mister Ed.

♪ [theme]

♪ A horse is a horse,
of course, of course ♪

♪ And no one can talk
to a horse of course ♪

♪ That is, of course,
unless the horse ♪

♪ Is the famous
Mister Ed ♪

♪ Go right to the source
and ask the horse ♪

♪ He'll give you
the answer ♪

♪ That you'll endorse ♪

♪ He's always
on a steady course ♪

♪ Talk to Mister Ed ♪

[humming a melody]

[phone rings]

Stay there, Wilbur.
I'll get it.

[ringing]

Hello.

Hello, Mr. Post?

- Hmm?
- This is Paul Fenton.

- Just a minute.
- Thank you very much.

A Mr. Fenton.

Oh, thanks, Ed.

Yeah.

I ought to teach you
shorthand.

[chuckles]
I'd look silly sitting on your lap.

Well, don't knock it.

Hello, this is Mr. Post.

I'm Paul Fenton.

I'm looking for an architect
to design my new house,

and my sister-in-law
Kay Addison recommended you.

- [humming]
- Kay? Well, that's very nice of her.

Ed, quiet.
This is important.

[groans]

When can we get together,
Mr. Fenton?

Can you meet me in my office
tomorrow morning at 10:00?

The address is
1040 North Sunset Boulevard.

- I got it.
- [humming]

Yeah, I'll see you
in the morning.

Thank you.

[continues humming]

Well, that...

It was nice of Kay,
wasn't it, huh?

Uh, buddy-boy.

Yeah?

How about some oats
for your secretary?

Okay.

[resumes humming]

[Mister Ed] Yeah.

[humming]

How about some more?
I'm a growing horse.

Uh-huh.

Keep pouring.
[chuckles]

Oh, Kay, I want to thank you
for the recommendation.

Your brother-in-law
called me about his new house.

Oh, you'll love Paul.
He's a doll.

Kay, is this
the brother-in-law

who owns
that music publishing company?

Publisher
of such immortal garbage as

I Call My Mother "Father"
'Cause I Never Had A Dad.

Oh, and that other masterpiece
of his--

I'm All Dressed Up
With A Hole In My Heart.

Well, that sold
over 200,000 copies.

What fool
would buy a thing like that?

Wilbur
bought a copy for me.

Well, I-- I got it free
with a pound of prunes.

When do you see Paul?

At 10:00 tomorrow morning.

Well, your bid, Kay, huh?

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Could either of you gentlemen tell me if Mr. Fenton is in?

Oh, he's in, man...
but he's gone.

I mean, way out, man.
You dig?

Are you Post?

No, you must be Post.
Come on in.

Say, Mr. Fenton,

we've been on ice here
for a week.

Take five, boys.

Come in to my office, Post.

Kay's been saying
some wonderful things about you.

Musicians.
Musicians.

Millions of musicians
but so few good songs, right?

- Well, I--
- Take a look at this, my biggest smash.

I'm All Dressed Up
With A Hole In My Heart.

Sentimental.
Gets you right in here.

I loved it.

Sold 200,000 records.

Boy, do I need
another hit like that one.

I brought
some of the sketches over

of the things
that I've done.

You know, I thought
you might get some ideas.

Fine, fine, fine.
I'll take a look at them.

Roger Addison
was particularly fond of--

Roger Addison?
Please, don't mention that creep to me.

If Kay didn't wind him up
in the morning,

he'd run down at night.

Well, let's see
what we have here.

Ah, very interesting.

[humming
Mister Ed's melody ]

What's that?

- What?
- That tune you're humming, what is it?

Well, I don't know,
something I must've heard somewhere.

Well, let's hear it again.

[clears throat]

[humming]

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That's all I can remember.

Oh, that's a shame.

It's a mighty catchy tune.

Maybe it just popped
into my head.

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Well, keep it popping, my boy.

It's inspirations like that

which gave us
such great classics as

Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie
Yellow Polka Dot Bikini.

Next to I'm All Dressed Up
With A Hole In My Heart,

that's my favorite.

Well, thank you very much.

What do you think
of the sketches?

What sketches?

Oh, yes, yes, those.

Well, let's take a look
at this one.

Uh...

Oh.

- Try it again.
- What?

That tune--
let's hear it again.

Oh.
[hums]

[droning loudly]

I wish you'd taken up
another instrument.

[drone winds down]

[sighing whine]

I happen to be Scottish,
and I'm very proud of the bagpipes.

Honey, you're so puffed up.

Maybe you'd better rest
your face a while.

You don't like the bagpipes,
do you?

Well... it sounds
like a cat yelling for help.

I'll overlook that.

Honey, Paul Fenton asked me
to try to remember this tune,

and sometimes
when you play an instrument,

a forgotten melody
comes back.

I hate to say it,

but I think you're scaring it
away with that noise.

[doorbell rings.]

I'll get it.

Oh, hello, Paul.

Hi, Wilbur.
I was just passing by when I was...

Oh, vacuuming the house?

No, no,
I'm trying to remember

the rest of that little tune
for you.

- Come on in, Paul.
- Oh, thanks very much.

Carol, this is Paul Fenton.
This is my wife, Carol.

- Hello, Mr. Fenton.
- My pleasure, Mrs. Post.

I just happen to be
in the neighborhood--

well, not exactly
in the neighborhood--

about eight or ten miles
away, and I--

I thought I'd drop in.

Wilbur, I hope you remember
the rest of that tune.

It's been driving me mad.

Well,
I'm trying to recapture it with my bagpipes.

Is he going to play it
or milk it?

I'm not sure myself.

[wheezes]

[droning]

We thought your horse
was in pain.

Paul, doll.

Hi there, sister,

you great, big, gorgeous,
beautiful thing, you.

Uh, how are you, Sphinx?

Hello, Paul.

Come, Kay.
We were just leaving.

No, no, no, stick around.
Be right back, Paul.

I want to get
that preliminary sketch for you.

[Carol]
Kay.

Maybe you can help us remember
a certain tune.

What tune?

Well... that's the trouble.
We don't know.

Wilbur hummed a piece
in my office this morning

that has all the makings
of a great, big hit.

Just what the country
needs--

another record monstrosity.

Please, Roger,
don't try to tell me how to pick songs.

I very rarely miss.

Yeah? How about the time
you turned down Easter Parade?

That wasn't my fault.

I figured
that song could be good for only one day a year.

What about White Christmas?

I gave that one a week.

And don't mention
September Song,

or I may kill myself.

September Song.

[Mister Ed humming]

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- Ed. - Mm-hmm.

Where did you hear that?

Hear what?

That tune, the one
you were just humming.

Oh, that.

Just a little something
I composed once.

You wrote a song?

[chuckles]
It wasn't Hoagie.

This is-- This is great.

I've been trying to remember
that tune all day.

How does it go?

Give me an "A", Wilbur.

An "A", well...

[hums different notes]

[Mister Ed joins in]

[both humming
various notes]

[humming same note]

[humming]

No, no, no, no, no.

There must be
a middle and an ending to this tune.

Let's try it again.

[humming]

You sound
like three wounded bumblebees.

Kay, can you give me
one good reason

why you married him?

I needed new shoes.

That's good enough.

Let's try it again.

[all humming]

I got it.
I got it.

I remember the whole tune.

Well, let's hear it.
Well, l-l-let's hear it.

Something I made up
a long time ago.

- Wilbur.
- You made up a song?

It wasn't Hoagie.

I'll play it for you
on my bagpipes.

You'll excuse me.
It's getting late.

Wilbur,
couldn't you just hum it?

- Uh-- Uh--
- I'll let you build me a bigger house.

- Okay.
- Good, let's hear it.

[hums melody]

Paul, don't be so impatient.

I'm trying to write
the words to this tune.

I'm working on it now.

Just a minute, he's here.
I'll ask him.

Paul wants to know
if you want to invest some money in his company.

He figures this song of mine
is going to be a hit, and he wants--

I don't think
he's interested.

No. Look,
I'll call you back

as soon as I finish
the lyrics.

Okay, goodbye--
Oh, Paul.

Say, how do you like
the plans for the house?

Thanks. Be seeing you.

[sighs]

[hums]

♪ Moon, June, spoon-- ♪

♪ Gloom, saloon, spittoon ♪

Please. I'm trying to write
the lyrics for our tune.

"Our"? When did I make
you a partner?

I didn't know it was so tough
to write lyrics.

Why don't you use mine.

Please, Ed, I'm trying--

You wrote words
for your tune?

If Gershwin could,
why can't I?

Let's hear them.
What's the title?

Pretty Little Filly.

Pretty Little Filly.
It's cute.

[chuckles]
She thought so, too.

She?

The little filly
I was running around with

at the time.

Okay, Ed, let's hear
the words.

Well, sound your "A".

Okay.
[hums]

[Mister Ed groans]

Close enough.

I love it, Wilbur.
I love the title.

PretJty Little Filly.

Oh, it's great
for the teenagers.

Now, let me hear
the lyrics.

The lyrics?

Sure, Paul.

He wants me to sing
the lyrics.

Well, you'll ruin my song.

Better let me sing it.

Hello, Paul.

Look, there's
a friend of mine here.

He's going to sing it.

He's got a much better voice
than I have.

You listening?

- Good.
- [Mister Ed clears throat]

[clears throat]

♪ Got a date
a little later ♪

♪ When the moon
is on the trail ♪

♪ With the cutest
triple-gaiter ♪

♪ My pretty little filly
with the ponytail ♪

That's great.
It's beautiful, just beautiful.

It can't miss.

It's got to be a hit, Wilbur.
It's got to be a hit.

Paul seems like
such a nice fellow.

Why doesn't Roger like him?

I don't think
Addison's ever forgiven him

for what he did
at our wedding.

Oh? What was that?

Paul is very emotional,

and when the minister
pronounced us man and wife,

he rushed up and kissed me
before Addison.

But I think
that's terribly funny.

You do?

- Yes.
- [mutters]

Well, what's so funny,
Carol?

Uh-- Kay was just telling me
something funny

that happened to her
at the beauty parlor.

Good news!
Good news!

I just gave Paul
my lyrics,

and he says
that Pretty Little Filly

is going to be
his first big hit of the season.

That big loudmouth
couldn't be first at anything.

He was at your wedding.

Paul told me what happened
at the ceremony.

I hate a man who kisses
and tells.

[phone rings]

Hello?

Oh, yes, Paul.

What?

40-piece orchestra?

That's right.

I'm setting up
a recording date.

Oh, and tell your friend
to keep himself available.

What friend?

The fellow
with the deep voice--

I want him
to sing the song.

But does it have to be him?

Of course
it has to be him.

He has just the right sound.

You don't understand,
Wilbur.

He's the one
who's going to make us rich.

Now, doesn't that
make you happy?

Wilbur, say something.

[no sound]

No, no.

- Ed, stop saying no.
- No.

- Stop it.
- No.

Fenton wants the same voice
he heard on the phone

to make the record.

Did you tell him
I'm a horse?

Not yet.

Well, let's keep it
that way, buddy-boy.

- But, Ed--
- You know I only talk in front of you.

I'm not asking you to talk.

I'm asking you to sing.

You're quibbling.

Look, I don't want
to pressure you, Ed,

but if you don't make
this record,

Fenton is liable to cancel
the deal to build his house.

Hi, fellows,
is Mr. Fenton in?

Gee, man, I don't know.

We only been here a month.

- Wilbur, come on in.
- Thank you.

Won't be long, boys.

Now, now, now,
sit down, Wilbur.

Make yourself comfortable.

What's it going to be,
Wilbur,

something to eat?
Drink?

I know, champagne.
I'll order the works.

My friend
can't sing the song.

Operator, get--

Can't sing the song?

We'll have to get
somebody else.

Wilbur, I don't want
anybody else.

I want the fellow
with the deep voice.

He's got
a quality the just fits Pretty Little Filly.

Well, I'm sorry,
but he isn't available.

Ah, he's out of town.

No, he's in my barn.

In that case,
we've got nothing--

He's in your barn?

Paul, my horse
wrote the song.

Your horse wrote--

Ah, ah--
[laughing]

What a sense of humor.

For a minute
you had me fooled.

Your horse wrote the song.

What a gag.

Wait till I tell
the boys down at the club about this.

That's the funniest thing
I ever--

Wilbur,
you're not laughing.

My horse
really did write the song.

Wilbur, I'll get you
a cold towel.

Look, he would tell you
himself,

only he won't talk
to anybody but me.

He won't--
The horse?

- He wrote the song?
- Yeah.

He wrote the lyrics, too?

He just sat down at the piano
and knocked off the tune?

The horse
can't play the piano.

Of course not.
His hooves are too big to get on the keys.

- He has a harmonica.
- Wilbur, let's face it.

You don't want me
to have the song.

You want to sell it
to a bigger company.

That is not true.

Aha! I know what it is.
It's that Addison.

He's the one
who's responsible for this whole thing.

Instead of kissing her
at the wedding,

I should've shot him.

Paul, about the house--

maybe you'd like to get
another architect.

Please, please,

how can I think
about that now?

I still don't know
why you won't tell us who your singer is.

What's the difference?
He won't sing.

It's a shame.

I just talked to my sister

and she says that Paul
is just heartbroken.

Shake hands
with your new partner.

Partner?

That song of yours
kept running through my mind,

and I said to myself,
"This is going to be a hit.

I walked
into Paul's "toffice and said,

"Now, Paul, forget
about my personal feeling towards you.

"This is business.

"This song of Wilbur's
can't miss,

and I want to get in
on the profits."

Well, he just looked at me,
wouldn't say a word,

just pocketed my check
and--

Why are you all staring
at me?

Come, doll.
I'll make you some cocoa and put you to bed.

But I don't want
to go to bed.

You will
after you hear the news.

Well, we just lost
a neighbor.

Oh, no, honey,
don't say that.

Why, Roger
is a very intelligent man,

and when Kay explains to him
what happened--

[Roger]
Oh, no!

What were you saying?

We just lost a neighbor.

Getting late.

We better turn in.

Oh, honey, look.

[Roger]
Oh, that Fenton,

he just won't give up.

Wilbur...

[sighs]

Oh, it's useless.

Oh, Wilbur, please talk
to your friend.

Beg him to sing
Pretty Little Filly for us.

It's a bright song,
a happy song,

and the country could use
a little cheering up now.

Don't ask me.
Ask him.

All right.

Still sticking
to the same old story.

Our country needs my song,
and you turn him down.

Me?

You Benedict Arnold.

You mean, you'll sing
Pretty Little Filly?

On one condition.

One condition?
What is it?

Well, listen.

[whispering]

Morning, fellows.

No, no!

Don't jump!

What jump?
I was just fixing the Venetian blind.

Paul, I'm going to record
that song for you.

You?

Yeah. I'm the fellow
with the deep voice.

That was me you heard
on the phone.

Oh, come on, now, Wilbur.
A joke's a joke.

It's true.

It's just-- when I sing
in front of people,

I get nervous,
and my voice changes completely,

sort of like
Jekyll and Hyde.

Jekyll and Hyde?

Yeah, Jekyll sings high,
and Hyde is the low one.

Oh. Well, I tell you
what I'll do.

I'll get you
a small recording studio.

No, no, no, no,
no studio.

We'll record in my barn.

Barn?

Yeah, the acoustics
are just great.

You did say barn?

Well, where am I going to put
the orchestra?

And no 40-piece orchestra.
Just a small combo.

Man, we've cut records
in some weird places before,

but this is the wildest.

Imagine, married to a man,
and I never even knew he could sing.

I was married to Addison
for ten years

before I found out
he could wiggle his ears.

Give us a wiggle, doll.

Oh...

Here he comes.

Excuse me, friends.
It's show time.

[sighs]

Oh, uh-- uh, Wilbur...

I--
[groans]

Look, are you sure

you want that horse
in the same stall with you?

He's liable
to make some noise.

- Well, I hope so.
- Hmm?

I mean, as a--

He's my good-luck piece.

- Oh?
- Four horseshoes?

All right, fellows,
stand by.

All right, men,
one, two...

[Mister Ed]
♪ Got a date ♪

♪ A little later ♪

♪ When the moon
is on the trail ♪

♪ With the cutest
triple-gaiter ♪

♪ My pretty little filly
with the ponytail ♪

♪ Got a bag of oats
to call with ♪

♪ Hay, I'd bring her
by the bale ♪

♪ Want to share
a double stall ♪

♪ With the pretty
little filly ♪

♪ With the ponytail ♪

♪ Gee,
If she would just agree ♪

♪ She'd be mine today ♪

♪ But no matter when I ask ♪

♪ The answer's always,
"Nay, nay, nay, nay" ♪

♪ If she'd name
that day of wedlock ♪

♪ I would be there
without fail ♪

♪ Got the ring
made for her fetlock ♪

♪ My pretty little filly ♪

♪ With the pony ♪

♪ Tail ♪

[applauding]

♪ The pony ♪

♪ Tail ♪

[Mister Ed chuckling]

Well, Ed,
what do you think of our song?

[chuckles]
It's a gasser.

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J.R. Media Services, Inc. Burbank, CA

♪ A horse is a horse,
of course, of course ♪

♪ And no one can talk
to a horse, of course ♪

♪ That is, of course,
unless the horse ♪

♪ Is the famous Mister Ed ♪

♪ Go right to the source
and ask the horse ♪

♪ He'll give you
the answer ♪

♪ That you'll endorse ♪

♪ He's always
tw on a steady course ♪

♪ Talk to Mister Ed ♪

♪ People yakkity-yak
a streak ♪

♪ And waste
your time of day ♪

♪ But Mister Ed
will never speak ♪

♪ Unless he has
something to say ♪

♪ A horse is a horse,
of course, of course ♪

♪ And this one will talk
till his voice is hoarse ♪

♪ You never heard
of a talking horse? ♪

♪ Well, listen to this ♪

[Mister Ed]
♪ I am Mister Ed ♪

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