All language subtitles for S3E2-Wilbur The Good Samaritan_Subtítulos01.ENG

[whinnies]

Hello. I'm Mister Ed.

♪ 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 ♪

Uh-oh!

Good morning, Ed.
What are you doing out here?

I'm looking for the newspaper.

I can't enjoy
my morning cup of hay

without the newspaper.

Well, how nice for you.

You just have to wait'll
I get finished with it.

I don't like a gooey paper.

[Ed]
I don't leave it gooey.

Yes, you do.

You're always turning
the pages with your tongue.

[Ed]
No!

There it is, up on the roof.

Uh, that Roger's
pretty sneaky.

Steals our paper, reads it,

then throws it up
on the roof.

Not Roger.

It's that delivery boy
with a bad aim.

Well, you hold still,
and I'll climb on your back.

You hold still,
and I'll climb on your back.

Now, don't be smart.

Can't a guy have a little fun?

You're not a guy.
You're a horse.

And sometimes,
I wish you'd act like one.

[Ed]
Oh!

[Ed grunting]

Oh!

Ah!

Ed, where do you think
you're going?

Ed, come back here.

You told;/ me
to act like a horse.

I'm acting like a horse.

If you're not back here
by the time I count to three,

there'll be no television
for you tonight.

1...2...3...

97...98...99...100.

[Roger]
Good morning, Wilbur.

[Kay]
Good morning, Wilbur.

I know I shouldn't ask,
but, uh--

I was looking
for my newspaper.

I knew I shouldn't have asked.

I can't get down.

How did you get up?

My horse helped me.

I shouldn't have asked,
either.

Look, I haven't had
any breakfast yet.

Would you mind
getting me a ladder?

How would you like it,
sunny side up?

There's one around
the other side of the house.

[Ed]
Ha ha.

All right, wise guy,

get over here
so I can climb down.

From now on, when I ask you
to get me something,

I want you to get it fast,

and no more
of your smart tricks.

You started the whole thing
by calling me a horse.

Well, what are you?

Let's not get personal.

Ed, where are you?

[thud]

Ooh.

Ah! Just for that,
there'll be no TV,

and no bedtime story
for you tonight.

Go to your stall!

You go to your stall.

[groaning]

Big deal.

Wilbur, I'm not the type

to leave a cat
stranded up a tree,

or a jackass on a roof.

Now, come on down.
I know you're up there.

You're too cowardly to jump.

Wilbur.

Wilbur.

Wilbur.

Hey, Wilbur!

Wilbur, come back
with my ladder!

Tell him that I want
my newspaper delivered on my doorstep.

After all, that's what
doorsteps are for.

Please, honey.

If they wanted doorsteps
on the roof,

they would have put them
on the roof.

Then, where would
our country be?

That's Addison!

I'd know those legs anywhere.

What's he doing on our roof?

Okay, Rog, that's it.
I've got you, fella.

I've got you. Don't worry.

Just--

Uh-oh! Uh-oh!

[Roger groaning]

He's gotta get
tighter shoes.

I fell off the roof.

What were you doing
up there, doll?

Why don't you ask Shifty?

Why did you take
the ladder away?

And don't look at me
with those innocent green eyes.

Stop shouting,
and my eyes are blue.

Baby blue.

Thank you.

Addison, Wilbur wouldn't play
a dirty trick like that on you.

I wouldn't put anything past
this overgrown delinquent.

Overgrown delinquent?

Why, that, that, that,
that newspaper stealer.

Sure seemed upset.

Wilbur, why did you
take the ladder?

I didn't.

Then who did?

Wh-What ladder?

The ladder I found
hidden behind the barn.

Wh-What barn?

Ed, you disobeyed me,

and you are
going to be punished.

It's tough to be a horse
when your heart isn't in it.

[door slamming]

It's that newsboy's fault,
not mine.

Well, more complaints.

[phone buzzing]

Hello, Daily Star
Circulation Department.

Hunt speaking.

My name is Wilbur Post.

I want to cancel
my subscription.

Was something the matter,
Mr. Post?

Well, what are you
doing out so early, Rog?

I presume the same as you,

to have a chat with our
so-called delivery boy.

Yesterday I found my paper
in the bird bath.

Oh, here's the little
troublemaker coming now.

Just a minute, young man.

I'll handle this.

It's my house. I'll handle it.

What is your name, young man?

Joey, sir.

Joey, you've been
delivering papers here for--

I won't be anymore, sir.
I was fired!

There goes my football uniform
I was saving for.

You handle it.

Joey--

It's your house.

Gee, they didn't have
to fire you.

Certainly not.
That's no way to mold character.

I tried to talk
Mr. Hunt out of it,

but he was really sore
because of what that man said.

What man, Joey?

Mr. Hunt
wouldn't tell me his name.

All's he said was

one of my customers complained

for 20 full minutes.

I guess I can't blame him.

Who would turn in
a sweet-faced boy like that?

Decent lad, if ever I saw one.

Imagine getting
a little kid fired.

What a dastardly thing to do.

The man must be sick.

Well, there's no sense
standing out here.

It's getting rather cold.

A lot colder than I thought.

Oh, Post.

What is it, Addison?

Mrs. Addison tells me

we're playing cards
at your house tonight.

So I understand.

We may not be able to make it.

I'm not feeling too well.

Good.

Uh, good of you to tell me.

Ooh.

Honey, you're
wrong about Roger.

I'll admit he may be
tight and stiff

and vain and arrogmant,

but he's too nice a man
to do a thing like that.

Nice?

He'd pull a chair out
from under Whistler's mother.

You have no proof
that Wilbur is guilty.

He's too decent
to turn in a little boy.

That baby face of Wilbur's
doesn't fool me.

Addison, put on your jacket.

You put it on,
and go as both of us.

Oh?

Is this going to be
one of our violent nights?

Just because you say
Wilbur is guilty

doesn't automatically
make it so.

It so happens, my dear,
that I can read character.

If you could read character,

you never
would've married me.

Addison,
put on your jacket.

Come on!

You're going.

Turn out all the lights.

They'll think we went to bed.

That's ridiculous.

We're insured.
Let's burn the house down.

Wilbur, will you stop?

[doorbell ringing]

Hi! How are you?

Good evening, Carol.

Oh, you look so pretty.

Thank you. So do you.

Hello, Wilbur.

Come in, come in!

We've been waiting for you.

How are you, Wilbur?

Ah, you're looking fine,
Rog.

Thank you.

I was about to phone you
and see how you felt.

No sense running up
your phone bill, Wilbur.

You make enough
telephone calls.

Well, let's sit guarded--
uh, get started.

Let's play bridge.

Oh, Wilbur, aren't we lucky?

Not only are our neighbors
nice people,

but they also play bridge.

You never know
what the fellow next door is capable of.

Strange,
those were my thoughts.

Oh, well, let's not play
the usual way tonight.

Let's switch partners.

Uh, good idea.

Uh, I enjoy a nice
sociable evening.

It's, uh, so much fun.
Don't you agree, Wilbur?

- [doorbell ringing]
- Excuse me.

Well, hello.

Is Mr. Post in, please?

Yes, come in.

Wilbur, a young gentleman
to see you.

Well, hello, Joey.
And what can I do for you?

Well, uh, my dad said
I should come over to apologize.

Oh, what for?

Dad made Mr. Hunt tell him

the name of the man
that reported me.

Well, he certainly
didn't say that I did.

Don't feel bad, Mr. Post.

My dad says
sometimes it's necessary to rat on somebody.

But, but that's,
that's not, that's not true.

Oh, that's--I mean,
why would Mr. Hunt say that I--

Come, dear.

Roger, Kay, now look.

You know I wouldn't do
a thing like that.

I admit I was annoyed
about the newspaper,

but I would never rat
on a little child like that.

Roger, you know that--
[door slams]

Honey, they think
that I would--honey.

Surely, you don't think
that I'm-- I'm innocent!

I-I'm innocent now!

This is a miscarriage
of justice!

Pssst.

Uh--

Pssst.

Wilbur,
I know you're innocent.

Why would Mr. Hunt say
that I turned Joey in?

Maybe because
I used your name.

I wouldn't turn--

You?

[sobbing]
Yeah, yeah.

Oh, Wilbur, I--
I did a terrible thing,

and I'm sorry.

You should be.

Why did you do it, Ed?

How do I know?
I'm only a horse.

[sobbing]
Your handkerchief?

All right, all right.

Get my nose.

[blowing nose]

Okay, Ed, now, you know
what you're supposed to do.

After all the trouble
I caused,

you think I'd let Joey down?

Yeah, well, do you remember

what time I want you
to telephone me?

Relax, will you, Wilbur?
I already set my watch.

I've got, uh, 1:15.

Sorry, Mr. Post,
but taking Joey back

is just
out of the question.

Too many people have been
complaining about him.

You did it yourself.

No, I didn't phone.
That was Ed.

Ed?

Well, that's a fella
who lives with me.

[phone buzzing]

Daily Star,
Circulation Department, Hunt speaking.

Would you mind speaking up,
madam?

This is, uh,
this is Mrs. Higgins.

I'm one of Joey's customers.

Uh, yes, Mrs. Higgins.
What about it?

Well, unless that nice boy
gets his job back,

I'm going to cancel
my subscription.

Oh, but, Mrs. Higgins--

[click]

Mrs. Higgins, huh?

She's
one of Joey's customers, too.

She was calling
to complain, too, huh?

No, no, she asked me
to keep him on.

Oh, she's a sweet little
old lady,

always helping Boy Scouts
across the street.

[phone buzzing]

Daily Star,
Circulation Department, Hunt speaking.

Oh, yes, Mr. Bridges.

Say, what happened
to that Joey kid

who used to throw my paper
in the tree all the time?

Oh, well, you don't
have to worry about him anymore, Mr. Bridges.

We let him go.

You let him go?

Why-- Why climbing that tree
was the only exercise I got!

Well, but, but, Mr. Bridges--

Don't you care
about us veterans?

Well, of course,
I care about veterans!

It's just that Joey was--

[click, dial tone]

Hello? Hello!

That's a veterans'
organization calling

to get Joey back, huh?

Who said anything
about an organization?

It was just one veteran.

George Washington
was just one veteran.

Mr. Post, don't you think
it rather odd

that ever since you
walked in here,

this phone has kept ringing
with requests to rehire Joey?

- Are you implying
that I would-- - [phone buzzing]

Daily Star,
Circulation Department, Hunt speaking.

Oh, yes, Colonel Ashton.

I want to compliment you all

on firing
that young scalliwag Joey.

Well, uh, thank you.

We, uh, try to do our best,
Colonel.

Now maybe my son
can get the job.

He's 24. He's shiftless.

He's no account, but he can
sure use the salary.

Oh, well, uh, thank you.

Thank you very much,
Colonel Ashton.

Uh, we'll see.

You know, it's tough to get
good newsboys these days.

Maybe I ought to give Joey
anotheu r chance,

but one more paper on
one more roof, and he's out.

Mr. Hunt,
it's people like you

who make
people like me realize

that there wouldn't be
people like us,

if it weren't for
people like them.

[clatter]

Uh-oh.

Only one little boy I know

can make a sound like that.

Joey, what happened?

Mr. Post, I was doing
just what you said.

I was keeping my eye
on the front steps so good,

I just guess I didn't see
the tree coming.

Joey, are you hurt?

No, but I will be
when my father finds out.

Mr. Post,
I'm just a failure.

Oh, now, come on.
I wouldn't say that.

No. All we've gotta do

is just get
this wheel straightened out.

Tell you what. You take this
to Benson's Garage,

have them fix it,
and charge it to me.

Thanks, Mr. Post.

I just hope I get back
in time to deliver my papers.

Uh-oh.

Wilbur, we ought to have
all the papers delivered

before Carol wakes up.

We?

Well, why not?

Between us,
we've got six legs.

All right.

I sure hope nobody sees us.

They'll think we're
delivering the racing form.

Our first stop
is Roger's house.

Put a paper in my mouth.

No, I'll throw the papers.

[groaning]

Oh, what are you
groaning about?

Oh, yeah.

Okay, Roger's house.
Let's go.

See, the whole idea is to keep
your eye on the target, huh?

I used to pitch
in high school.

I wind up, aim.

I'll give this
my old knuckle ball. Wham!

Ball 1.

Wind must have shifted.

Let's forget Roger.
He can't read anyway.

No, that paper's on the roof.

I've gotta get it off.

Mr. Hunt said
one more paper on the roof,

Joey is finished.

Well, I'll get a ladder.
You wait right here.

I'd better deliver
Joey's papers myself.

Time and Ed wait for no man.

Addison. Addison!

Addison, wake up!

What's the matter?
What happened?

Addison, sshh!

You woke me up to tell me
to keep quiet?

There's a man on the roof.

Oh, that's ridiculous.

[Addison stammering]

Ah, don't worry, doll.
Mommy will protect you.

Ed? Ed!

Please hurry!

Doll, the police
are on the way!

Oh, don't you dare
go out there!

These are for you,
I mean, to protect you.

I'm the man,
and I'm going out there.

And after all these years,
I thought you were a coward.

This is no time
to remind me.

Wilbur's gone!

Well, I heard a noise outside,
and when I woke up,

he wasn't in our room.

I looked all over,
but he's gone!

Well, maybe he went
to look for the burglar.

Burglar? What burglar?

There's someone
on our roof!

That must be him sneaking
around the side of the house.

All right, come on.

- Huh?
- Hey, hold it.

What's going on here?

- What do you think you're--
- Take it easy.

[Roger yelling]

It's the police.

They've got someone
on the ground.

It must be the burglar.

Give him another one,
officers!

[Roger groaning]
Oh!

Hit him one for me, too!

And make it a good one!
Come on.

I'll tell Addison
that they've got the burglar.

Poor doll.
Probably hiding in the garage.

Hey!
How about that burglar?

Why, he's hitting that policeman
with Roger's golf club.

[Roger] Oh!

And he's wearing
Roger's robe, and--

[scuffling]

I intend to sue
the Police Department this morning.

Look, mister, we got a call.

We see you climbing a ladder,
so we jump you.

They'll buy that, George.

Well, can't you see
that my husband

is not the burglar type?

Lady, a guy in a robe
at 6:00 in the morning

is climbing a ladder
with a hammer in one hand

and a golf club in another.

What type is that?

The type that sues.

We're standing here,

and my husband is out there
at the mercy of the burglar!

- Your husband?
- Yes!

Well, don't worry, lady.

We've got the block
surrounded.

[Wilbur]
Get your hands off me!

You don't understand!

Oh, you're safe.

Look, I've been trying
to tell this man

that I was simply delivering
newspapers on my horse.

Sure, everybody
delivers newspapers

on horseback,
in his pajamas.

I intend to sue.

You'll have to
wait your turn.

If my husband says he was
delivering newspapers,

then he--

Wilbur, why were you
delivering papers?

Because Joey didn't see
the tree coming.

Did you, uh, hit him
on the head with your club?

Hey, there's nothing wrong,
wrong with me,

just that when I was up
on your roof,

Ed went ahead to deliver
the rest of the papers.

Who is Ed?

Our horse.

A horse delivering
newspapers.

[knock on door]

Come in.

Excuse me, Mr. Post.

I wanted to thank you
for helping me get my job back.

Oh, don't mention it, Joey.

Gee, how did you deliver
the papers so fast?

I rode my horse.

Sometimes, if my bike
breaks down again,

could I borrow him?

Sure. You know something?

You won't have to put
any air in the tires.

Thanks a lot, Mr. Post.

Okay, Joey.

Bye!

Will you hurry
with that water, Wilbur?

My feet are killing me from
delivering those newspapers.

Oh!

Ah!

Ahhh!

Ah.

Ah, what a relief!

Ed, that was nice of you
to deliver the papers

for that little boy.

- Yeah, keep pouring.
- Okay.

Yeah!

Oh, yeah. Atta boy.

♪ 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 ♪

♪ 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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