All language subtitles for 24 - Samantha the Dressmaker

Hello, Derwood, my boy.

Mother, I'm terribly busy.

Where's my grandchild?

Darrin's mother is taking
care of her while I do this.

While you do precisely what?

Obviously, I'm making a dress.

But why all this rigmarole?

Oh, Samantha, have you forgotten
everything I've ever taught you?

No, mother, of course
I haven't forgotten.

But you know very well
I prefer to do it this way.

When I'm through I'll have

the most enormous
feeling of accomplishment.

It's fun.

Oh, it's pathetic. It isn't.

Darrin and I have been invited
to the home of the Glendons

for dinner this evening,

and Mr. Glendon is a
very important client.

Darrin wanted
me to look my best,

so instead of
spending the money,

I thought I'd just whip this up.

Think it'll look okay?

Well, it depends.

Is it a hard-times party?

Well, I know it doesn't
look the way they pictured it.

There's so many loose
threads that I can't quite...

I did so want to
make an impression.

Wear that and you'll
really make an impression.

Goodbye, Mother.

Goodbye?!

Goodbye?! Mm-hmm.

We had a date for lunch,
which you've obviously forgotten.

Oh, I am sorry.

I did forget.

What do you want me to make?

Tracks.

I'm gonna take you to lunch

at a charming little French
restaurant I've discovered.

Mother, I have to finish this
dress before this evening.

I... I don't think I
have time to go out.

Now, look... it'll take
less time to eat out

than it would to
cook a meal yourself.

Oh, well. All right. All right.

Is it far from here?

No, not really.

Actually, it's practically
around the corner...

from the Rue de la Paix.

You'll love it.

Mother, this charming little
French restaurant is in France.

Of course.

Where else would it be?

And you should be
dressed accordingly.

Well, this is all very nice,
Mother, but I'm going home.

Oh, darling, you'll be
home in a half an hour.

And you did promise
to have lunch with me.

Not in Paris.

You know what I always say?

What?

If you're going to have
lunch... have an excellent one.

Garçon.

L'addition, s'il vous plaît.

Well?

How did you like it?

Very much. Thank you.

But now I think I
better be getting home.

Samantha... why don't we go
to Aubert's while we're here?

The couturier?

The most inspired dress
designer in all of France.

And if I may say
so, my dear child...

you are sorely in
need of inspiration.

Oh, thank you. Thank you.

I promised Darrin I was
gonna make that dress myself,

and that's exactly
what I intend to do.

How important is this
Mr. Glendon to your husband, hm?

Very. Why?

Well, don't you think you
should make every possible effort

to... please your husband
and look your best?

Darling, I'm only
thinking of you.

Having a peek at the work

of a truly creative Paris
designer can only help.

Don't you think so?

Oh, come on.

Come on. It'll only
take five minutes.

Oh, well, all right.

All right. You've convinced me.

On to Aubert's.

No, no, no, no.

Send whoever that
is away, Brigette.

If they are good
customers, maestro?

I plan the conquest of a nation.

Do not bother me with customers.

Besides, they may be spies.

Send them away.

At once.

Please ring them
again, Samantha.

They're obviously
closed, mother.

Oh, nonsense.

Oh. Oh, Bonjour, madame.

Bonjour, madame. I am sorry,
but Aubert is not receiving.

Another day perhaps.

Well!

After all that mortal
money I've spent here.

Come on, darling,
we'll just take a peek,

and then you can get
on home to Darwin.

Darrin.

You're rather a beastly
looking little man,

but I must say, these
do have a certain flair.

Now, that's
definitely your style.

Shall we take it along with us

or would you
rather have it sent?

Neither, thank you.

You still insist on
continuing with that dreary

do-it-yourself project?

Yes. Yes, I do.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I
think I'd better be getting home.

Very well, then.

I'll go along with you
as far as Bermuda.

Mr. Aubert!

Merci. Merci.

Oh.

Ouch!

Oh, well.

There you are, Tabatha.

A Samantha Stephens original,
complete and ready to wear.

What do you think of it?

Pbbt.

Marvelous. Now you're
an authority on high fashion.

Well... up to bed, young lady.

That's where you're going.

Doo-doo.

She said she'd let me know
when they were ready to leave.

Who?

Mrs. Stephens.

She asked me to
babysit for them.

She did?

Well, I offered to sit.

At first she didn't want to take
advantage of me, but I insisted.

I thought it was the only
neighborly thing to do.

You mean a snoopy thing to do.

She's supposed to send up a
smoke signal when she wants you?

Of course not.

She'll telephone.

And you can't hear the phone
ring unless you're standing

at that window
with your spyglass.

Oh... boy, is that a mess.

She'll never get
it finished in time.

What?

The dress she's making.

She's supposed to wear it
tonight when they have dinner

with his big client.

How did you find all that out?

Well, I've got eyes,
ears and a mouth

like any other
normal person, Abner.

Wanna bet?

Ah!

Hi, honey!

I'm home!

Like it?

Oh, yeah. It's fine. Fine.

But do you think you'll
have it finished in time?

But, it... You don't like it.

No, no, sweetheart.

It's great.

It will look swell on you.

After it's finished.

Right.

Uh, where's our daughter?

Upstairs in her crib.

Oh, we have to be at the
Glendons' at eight, so, uh,

snap it up, huh?

Mm-hmm.

Good.

Wow-wow-wow-wee!

Really?

Is that the dress
you were working on?

Mm-hmm.

I just made a few
last-minute changes.

Sure looks a lot better on
you than it did on that dummy.

Thanks.

Oh, uh... that'll
be Mrs. Kravitz.

I'll be right down, honey.

Hi there, Mrs. Kravitz.

Hi. Come on in.

This really is so nice of you.

Now, Tabatha is asleep,

but I'm sure we'll be
back before she wakes up.

That settles it.

I've got to get a new
pair of opera glasses.

I beg your pardon.

Hi, Mrs. Kravitz.

Honey, we'd better step on it.

J.T. Glendon is a
nut on punctuality.

Well, have a good time.

Thank you.

Oh, you look
lovely, both of you.

Oh, thank you, Mrs. Kravitz.

Night-night.

Bye. Good night.

That's a... marvelous
cigar, Mr. Glendon.

Would you like to have
one or two to take home?

Uh, no. Uh, thank you.

They're... too hard to come by.

Have you been to Paris
recently, Mrs. Stephens?

Paris?

Yes. I've been
admiring your gown.

And I know you
didn't buy it here.

Darn right she didn't.

She made it herself.

You're joking.

No, I'm not.

You are talented, Mrs. Stephens.

I could've sworn that
was a Paris original.

No, she whipped it up herself.

Only took a couple of days.

Please, Darrin.

Well, if you ever decide
to open up a shop,

I'll be your first customer.

I'll remember that.

I know it's an imposition...
but do you think

you might be able to
design something for me?

She'd be glad to.

Wouldn't you, Sam?

I do believe my husband's
getting a little carried away

with family pride.

I'm... I'm not that good.

Sam, you're being too modest.

Yes, you obviously
have a rare talent.

But not for dressmaking.

This one was just a... A fluke.

Well, I'd be
willing to trust you.

Will you make a gown for me?

Ah... well, I'd love to. But
you see, my husband likes me

to spend all my
spare time with him.

Don't you, dear?

Well, I'm sure Darrin is
willing to make the sacrifice

in this case, aren't you, boy?

Well, of course I am.

I'll even be willing to watch
the baby while she's working.

Then it's all settled.

I guess it is.

Doris, I'm green with envy.

That's my sister for you.

Whatever my wife
wants, she wants too.

Sam... Well, why not?

I'd be happy to make one
for you too, Mrs. Granger.

You sure it wouldn't
be too much trouble?

Oh, no. No trouble at all.

Honey.

Honey!

Honey, I just couldn't say no.

Well, you might have checked
with me before you said yes.

And what would you have said?

No.

But you know how important
the Glendon account

is to the agency.

I suppose so.

Besides, when I said you'd
do it, Mr. Glendon gave me

a whole box of
these great cigars.

I don't smoke cigars.

Sam, I wouldn't have
offered if making dresses

didn't seem so easy for you.

Besides, you've only
got yourself to blame.

You shouldn't be so talented.

In the future,
I'll try not to be.

Oh well, sure. Sure.

Why not? The more the merrier.

Okay. Bye.

Oh, well. My career as a
dress designer is booming.

Gladys Kravitz wants
me to make one for her.

You could've said no.

Oh, I didn't have the
heart to turn her down.

Besides, she'd already
gotten the material.

Mm. I'm sorry I
got you into this.

Uh-huh. Now, you
better run along

or you'll be late
for the office.

I am not going to the office.

I am driving out to the
airport to meet a new client.

Oh. What time is the plane due?

Oh. I've got it written
down here somewhere.

Excuse me.

There.

Aubert of Paris, arriving at...

Honey, I'm late!
I've got to run!

Ah.

By the great beard of Merlin!

Are you still on this
seamstress kick?

Not still, Mother. Again.

I got trapped into making
dresses for Gladys Kravitz,

and the wife and
sister of Darrin's client.

Samantha... would
it be fair to say

you are totally inept
as a dressmaker?

No. It wouldn't be fair.

But it's true.

Then how can you hope to
make three gowns the mortal way?

Well, I'm afraid I'm gonna
have to use witchcraft.

Oh, Samantha, it makes me
very happy to hear you say that.

I was beginning to think
I'd failed you as a mother.

Don't get carried away.

I'm only doing it because
there's no other way out.

Well, I don't understand.

If you're going
to use witchcraft,

why are you
bothering with all this?

Because in just a few
moments, my customers

are coming for their fitting.

I have to make it look like

I'm doing things the normal way.

After they've left,
I'll simply twitch up

the other three originals
that we saw at Aubert's.

Oh, that's my Samantha.

Chk.

Mother.

Well, that just about does it.

Now that I have all your
measurements, I can start, uh...

working with the material.

Well, what about my hips?

What about them?

You didn't measure them.

Well, I don't think we
have to bother with that.

Don't you even jot
down the measurements?

Oh, no, no.

I have a different
way of working.

My measurements are
easy to remember: 32, 32, 32.

Well, don't worry, Mrs. Kravitz,
yours are burned into my memory.

That's funny.

Abner says the same thing.

Oh. Excuse me.

Hello.

Oh, hi, Darrin.

I won't keep you, sweetheart.

I just wanted to tell the ladies

they're both invited to
a cocktail party Friday,

at which they can wear

their gorgeous, new
Samantha Stephens originals.

Did you hear that? Yes.

Tell him we accept.

They accept.

What's the party for, Darrin?

Oh, I can't tell you
any more about it.

It involves a new client,
and it's very hush-hush.

But I'm sure you and the
girls will get a big kick out of it.

All right, darling. Thank you.

Bye-bye.

Well, I don't have to keep
you any longer, ladies.

As soon as your new dresses
are ready, I'll send them over.

Oh, boy. I sure am looking
forward to getting a new dress.

I just wish I had
somewhere to wear it.

Here I'll be all dressed
up, and no place to go.

Well, see you Friday.

Oh, you mean, you'd
like me to come too?

Uh... well, I'm sure Darrin
would love for you to come.

I'll have to check our
engagements, of course.

You mean you might be busy?

Oh, I wouldn't think
of disappointing you.

Are you sure, Samantha,

that you don't want
us for a second fitting?

No, I have everything I need.

I just hope you don't
give her my bust.

I beg your pardon?

I meant if you got the
measurements mixed-up.

Oh, don't worry. I won't.

Goodbye.

Bye-bye. Bye-bye.

Bye-bye, Mrs. Kravitz
Bye, Mrs. Stephens.

Ugh!

I just wondered, uh, what
time for the cockta... Ugh!

SAMANTHA What's
the matter, Mrs. Kravitz?

Well, how can you make
three dresses in three seconds?

I just went out the door...

Then I went and
suddenly saw... Huh?

You looking for
something, Mrs. Kravitz?

Only my sanity, Mrs. Stephens.

Only my sanity.

Sanity.

Phew.

It's some sort of a
glamorous cocktail party.

I said we'd be glad
to come if we're free.

If we're free?

We're free all the time.

What'll I do if my dress
isn't ready in time?

So you'll wear the old dress.

Guess I'll have to go to
the beauty parlor, huh?

Boy... I'll say.

What are you doing anyway?

S.S. Sorrento.

That's the ship that sank.

How come you're
making a model of it?

I'm sentimental.

It's the ship on which
we had our honeymoon.

Oh, yeah.

And during all the time
we were floating around

in our lifebelts,
I kept thinking,

"Somebody's trying
to tell me something."

Thank you.

Thank you.

No, thank you.

No more for me. Thank you.

Sam, you look
particularly beautiful.

And you look
particularly beautiful.

Also particularly nervous.

What's the matter?

I'm about to make a speech.

Oh. What about?

Top-secret.

But you'll know all
about it in just a minute.

Excuse me.

How can Mrs. Stephens
look so good while my wife

looks so terrible, Mr. Glendon?

You must be a professional
mind reader, Mr. Kravitz.

Friends, may I have your
attention for a moment.

I, uh... I can now satisfy
your understandable curiosity.

This is a preview... or,
if you like, a dry run...

during which you will
be afforded the privilege

of an advance peek at the
product my client will display

to his prospective customers in
the same room tomorrow morning.

Until now, it has been necessary
to maintain secrecy in order

to protect the character
of my client's design.

But the time for
secrecy has passed.

Therefore, it is with great
pleasure that I introduce

Aubert of Paris.

Bonjour, mesdames et messieurs.

Today, I would like...

Have you any idea what your
little lunch in Paris cost us?

Aubert fired the agency?

Fired us?

He's going to sue us
for 5 million dollars.

Shh! You'll wake up the baby.

Five million dollars!

That's ridiculous.

It is?

What's my defense? The truth?

You do kind of have
a problem, don't you?

He tried to introduce his
line into the country before

and he failed.

This was his last chance.

The agency was supposed
to help put him over the top.

Darrin, I'm sorry.

You know the thing he
was the most angry about?

The fact that he
thought you'd given me

all his top-secret designs?

No.

The fact that only you
looked good in his gowns,

and everybody
else looked terrible.

Aubert seemed to think that
I hunted the entire country

to find the three women who
would sabotage his gowns.

Wait just a minute.

What?

When I get through
talking to Aubert,

he won't sue the agency,
he'll give you a bonus.

When you get through...

well, what makes you
think he'll talk to you?

Oh, he'll talk to me all right.

Sam, no more witchcraft.

That's what got me into
this jam in the first place.

Don't worry.

No witchcraft.

Maybe just a little.

Only if it's
absolutely necessary.

Monsieur Aubert?

You!

How did you get in here?

I have to talk to you.

How did you get in here?

That doesn't matter.

I have to talk to you.

I'm going to have
you thrown out!

Oh, dear.

Hello!

Mm!

I hate to do this.

Now... in just a few moments,

we're going to be
very good friends.

And you are going to believe
that the mysterious events

of this afternoon were caused by

my husband's
attempt to dramatize

the reason for your
past failure to capture

the American mass market.

The true reason
for that failure is this.

Your designs look great on
half-starved fashion models.

But if you could come up
with a design that looked good

on the average American woman,

well, then you'd
really have something.

Oh.

Got it?

Got it!

The answer is the pear shape.

The shape most natural
to most mature women.

Now, since there is
nothing quite so luscious

and quite so tempting as a
ripe pear, why camouflage it?

Brilliant.

I bow to the master.

Yes, I see it all now.

I do.

It's too late. Oh?

Now, the designs, the
sketches, they are easy

for a man of my genius.

You see, but to have
the proper models

in the finished gowns by
morning... is not possible.

Monsieur Aubert... I'll
make you a deal. Yes.

You provide the designs
and leave those humdrum

petty details to me.

Yes, but how can you
possibly turn out a whole line

of dresses overnight
on your own?

Oh, I won't be working alone.

Oh.

My mother's gonna help me.

Oh.

I don't know.

Ladies and gentlemen...
Aubert of Paris!

Merci. Merci.

How did you explain to Aubert

how you made
the dresses so fast?

I simply told him,

Ne regarde jamais un
cheval dans la bouche.

Which means?

Don't look a gift
horse in the mouth.

Today, Aubert will
lead the fashion world

one giant step forward.

But rather than tell you about
my revolutionary new concept,

I would prefer to show you.

Presenting my first creation
for the average American woman

as modeled by the
average American woman.

Voilà!

Voilà!

And voilà!