All language subtitles for Rich Man Poor Man s01e09.eng

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I better be going home.
- Wait a minute, I wanna talk to you.

About what?
- About making an honest man out of me.

It's a subject I rarely
discuss in the nude.

Mommy, mommy guess what!
Daddy is home and he's gonna stay!

Listen, Willie.
This may come as a shock to you.

But I have a piece of paper
that says we're not married any more.

What's a piece of paper
between friends?

I want you out of New York
and out of Julie's life.

And I'm willing to pay for it.
- You think you can buy everything, don't you?

Mom, I have to leave the
country for a while. - How long?

I don't know. Maybe not too long.
- Just when I thought I got my son back.

I'm broke.
My wife's gone, my kid's gone.

The Syndicate's chasing me out
of my own country.

I'm shipping out on a ship
I don't even know where I'm going.

There's been an accident. It's Willie.
He rode that new car of his.

He's dead.
I am so sorry.

I don't understand it.

I'm really amazed.
- What?

Your son, Mrs. Jordache.
I don't understand him at all.

The line forms to the left.

He's just told me he's breaking
up the partnership, leaving me.

Now, nobody retires at the age of 35.
Especially after building what he's built.

My son is a very ambitious man,
Mr. Calderwood.

He never has time for anything.
Not even his own mother.

No cheering.
It's only going to encourage him.

Hello there, good fellow. Happy New Year.
- Thank you, Sid. Same to you.

Hank? Mr. Mayor?
- No, thanks. I'm fine.

I've happened to hear things about you.
- Good or bad?

Nobody says anything bad about
Rudy Jordache these days.

One of these days I want to see
how you got elected.

Nothing to it, if you know the
right people. - It's that so?

I understand that you might be
looking for new fields to conquer?

More specifically I heard
you're leaving Calderwood�s

and that you might be
interested in politics.

Where'd you hear that?
- From our mutual friend Teddy Boyland.

You don't even know If
I'm a democrat or republican.

What difference does it make?

Isn't that a little cynical?
- I know exactly what you are.

Go on it.
- You're a winner.

Hello.
- There you are.

I don't know if you've met Sid Gossett?
This is an old friend of mine, Julie Abbott.

It's a great pleasure to meet you. Aren't you
in "Life" magazine? - Yes, that's right.

I'll call you tomorrow.

There's some people from Albany who'd
like to meet you and kick it around.

Kick what around?
- Politics.

Tell me, Sid. How soon do you think
I can move into the White House?

That's a joke right now. In 15 years,
who knows? Might not be so funny.

Miss Abbott...

What?
- What he said...

Is that what your early retirement
is all about? - Maybe.

How does this strike you?

I think it's a good idea.
I think you'd be good at it.

I got an even better idea.

Why don't we stop this fooling
around and get married.

Let's just take out our licenses
and get married.

Right now.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to
blare it out like that.

No, it sounded really nice.
As a matter of fact, I almost suggest...

I wanted it to be nicer.
A real old-fashioned proposal.

I was even gonna toss a little poetry.
- What poetry?

I forgot.

Look, what do you say? Don't you
think it's time we got married?

Come on.
Can't it wait a bit longer?

Well, it's not me.
It's the people in Washington, D. C.

They just hate it when the President
isn't legally married to the First Lady.

According to Sid Gossett, that give
us 15 years more "Fun and Games".

Julie, you have got to
make up your mind.

It's not that simple.
There's Billy and I--

You're letting him grow up as wild
as grass. He needs a father.

And a mother, who isn't off in
Mozambique snapping pictures all the time.

There are people just not
meant to be married, you know.

I'm akin to think I'm one of them.
- That's malarkey and you know it.

Maybe it is. But all I know is when Willie and
I were living together we had a marvelous time.

As soon as we got married,
the whole thing went to pieces.

Look, forget Willie Abbott.
He is dead.

I'm sorry.
But don't kid yourself.

He was selfish and cynical and incidently
he resented the hell out of you.

Maybe he had the right to.

All he really wanted was a playmate and
someone to sit there a fresh shirt in the morning.

Doesn't seem like a lot to ask, does it?

But I had other things to do. I had to
find out who I was. I had to be free.

What I'm saying is maybe I still do.
- You will be free.

I don't want your freedom,
I want your company.

I want to live in
the same house with you.

To go to bed with you every night.
To wake up with you every morning.

To have children with you.
To make you happy.

You better say yes.
I'm running out of reasons.

God, Rudy, I do want to.

Hey, I thought up the poetry.
- What?

"Come live with me and be my love."

Dearly beloved we are gathered here
together to join this man

and this woman in the bonds
of holy matrimony.

Who gives the bride away?

I do.

Do you Rudolph, take Julie to love
and to honor, for richer for poorer

in sickness and in health,
till death do you part?

I do.

Do you Julie, take Rudolph,

to have and to hold, to love and
to honor, for richer for poorer--

I just wish my other son
Tom was here.

He's in South America, you know.

With the Merchant Marine doing very well.

Something I can do for you, guys?

You're looking for something?

Yeah, a ship.
Anybody seen one?

What are you?
A comedian or something?

No.

I'm a A.B. looking for the "Westgate".

Don't let me stop you.

Okay.

Kind of snotty looking idiot.

I've seen him someplace.

It will come to me.

You call that music?

That's music.

Don't I know you from somewhere?

I don't think so.

You ever do any time?

I thought everybody was supposed to
mind their own business in his buckets.

Hey, you!

You speaking to me?

What do you think? You're some
kind of hard guy or something?

No. - Then don't turn your back
on me when I'm talking to you, punk.

Smoke?
- No. No, thanks.

Well, I guess I won't neither.
- Yeah.

Hey, I'll tell you something.

You're doing just right
in there with Falconetti.

With who?
- Falconetti. The big guy in the mess deck.

One who asked you for done time?
He's a pretty mean old boy.

I'll tell you something else again, too.
He can fight.

Yeah, I saw him.

You did what? - Yeah, I saw him
pushing some little guy around.

Hey, that's nothing.
Should have seen the crews before last.

Pretty near killed
this cook we had.

Cook he was.
Falconetti almost tored his head off.

I mean, climbed up and down
that boy like a ladder.

And bleed?
Never had seen a gook to bleed like that.

What? Was this some
special kind of blood?

Do what? - I said the blood
was red like yours?

And what's that supposed to be,
funny or something, huh?

I was just asking.

That ain't funny.
- I said I was just asking.

Mighty good, old buddy. Don't take any
lesson. You're gonna ruin your game.

So how does it feel to be
a man in leisure?

Well, I'm still wrapping up a few things.
I won't be cleaning up the desk till next week.

I suppose Julie is happy about that, huh?
How is she feeling, by the way?

How do I know?
I'm not an expert on pregnancies.

You don't worry about a thing.
She's gonna be just fine.

Say, not to talk out of school
or anything, but you and...

the old man've been discussing
who's gonna fill in your spot?

Yes, we have.

Well, you can tell me. I'm your roommate,
you know. I'm not gonna spill it.

There's nothing definite yet.

Very nice.
- It's natural talent, you know.

I've been seeing quite a bit of Virginia lately.
It's getting to be sort of a thing.

I didn't realize that.
- I always kind of liked her, you know, but...

never found out what a fun gal she is.

I mean, there are sides to her
nature you wouldn't even suspect.

Might even stick around
for the sound of the wedding bells.

That's gonna break a little left on you.

That's a good putt.

Are you serious?
- About Ginny, you mean? Yeah, you betcha.

All right.
That's a gimme.

Listen, Brad. As a friend,
I have to tell you this...

Don't do it.

Come again.

I said it would be a big mistake
to marry Virginia Calderwood.

What are you talking about?

She's a sick girl.
- Sick? What do you mean she's sick?

I mean she needs the attention of a good
psychiatrist. She has for a long time.

You gotta be kidding.
- No, not even a little bit.

Was this just talk or you got some
specifics to back it up with?

There are plenty of specifics...
just it's not easy to put it into words.

Now, wait a minute, boy.
You just opened a big can of peas,

You just don't walk away from it.

All right. She--

I mean, I don't need an out of mind
list of specific symptoms.

I just wanna know
what you're talking about.

She used to call me.
Down in New York, specially.

Late, at night.
She'd tell me--

Brad, I just wish
you take my word for it.

She's being after you.
Is that what you're saying?

I guess so.
I know it sounds stupid.

Sounded marvelous to me.
I know lots of folks after you like that.

Must be just plain glorious to be
as wildly attractive as you, kid.

And there he is now.
Rudy, shake hands with Marsh Goodwin.

So, we meet in person at last.
- Was I right or was I right?

You were right. Sid has a true lapidary's
eye for political diamonds in the rough.

I'll take it I passed inspection.

Come on. Let's sit down, huh?

I'm not here on any tour of inspection.
- What then?

I am here to offer you the full
party support against Dooley.

And to urge, cajole or otherwise,

romance you to accepting the
nomination to run against them.

We've put a lot of faith in your future.

And what's all this I heard
about a straw poll?

What straw poll?
- Come on, Gosset.

There's a whole new thing
happening in politics.

Now, you know how to use selling tools.

Demographics, market research, TV.

I am not a product, Mr. Goodwin.
- Marsh, please.

Look, before we waste any more of your time
and mine, we better come to an understanding.

Good.

If I do decide to run,
these are the ground rules.

First, it will be no polls taken,
no deals, no commitments,

no understandings made without
my knowledge and expressed approval.

All right.

Further, If I'm to devote my time,
money and effort to this campaign,

I expect to be treated at least
as an equal partner.

And if you see me as some new brand
of pickle to be market tested

and shove down the public straw,
we forget the whole thing right now.

Your points are well taken, Rudy.
Then what can I say to you, except...

I think you're gona make
one hell of a candidate.

Looking for the third mate.

Haven't seen him since the chow.

My name's Dwyer. I'm signing off.
- Fine.

How do I call you?
- Jordan. Tom Jordan.

Howdy.
- How ya.

Being here long?
- Since yesterday.

It's that so?

I've been up in a hospital.
I had appendicitis.

How'd you get left here?
- Jumped ship. - Oh, yeah?

Well, we really drew ourselves a real
rust bucket this time, didn't we?

No losses, you gotta ship on.

No, look. This is exactly the kind
of a ship I've been looking for.

See, I got third mate's papers.

On a first class ship, I might have to wait
forever before I get the chance to move up.

But on a bucket like this,
anything can happen.

You might be right.

Hey, you think you might try
for your mate's papers?

For what reason?
- I got some books you can borrow, if you'd like.

I got it down pretty cold.

I'm not much for studying.

You mind if I try a coffee?

Thank you.

You the new hand?
- Yeah, Roy Dwyer.

Well, my name is Falconetti and we
gotta get something straight right now.

I don't sit in any compartment
with any Jungle bunnies.

I speak kind of quitely, nigger.

Maybe you didn't hear me.

Hi.

Where are you going?
- What's it to you?

I've got something to say to you.

Ain't no lot I wanna hear from you
or anybody else on this bucket.

You're gonna hear it anyway.

You follow fighting?
- Some.

I used to be a fighter.

I beat Billy Terranova
and Virgil Watters.

I'll be damned.

Yeah, that's right.
- Whatever happened to you?

I ran into a little bad luck. My wife
ran off with my kid, you know, and...

The thing is I ended up with
Joey Quales. Sparring partner.

Oh yeah, Quales.
That was the...

"Denville Dancing Master".
I used to watch him all the time on TV.

You ever heard what happened to him?

I heard he was training
for a fight out of Vegas

and had an accident or something.
A couple years ago, wasn't it?

Was no accident. I beat the hell
out of him in a motel room.

He was a punk and he had it coming for
a long time. But that's another story.

The thing is he was
connected to The Syndicate.

They did't like it.
They ran me out of the country.

I had to change my name.
- Hey, look, maybe--

What I'm trying to tell you
is I can't fight.

I mean, I can't let anybody
see that I'm a fighter.

You understand what I'm trying to tell you?
There're people looking for me.

Still don't see why are you
telling me all this, man.

I wanted you to know.
- Why?

Because I don't want you to think that I
go along with that freak Falconetti.

Okay?

Okay.

They are right.
- Who?

Those people who say pregnancy
does something for a woman.

Right, it makes some stick out in front.
While you guys got it easy.

What are you shooting?
- Just some sparrows.

I don't know why. Martha...

Coming.

Bacon and eggs?
- No, just coffee, I'm 3 pounds overweight.

3 pounds. Will I get to say that?
- It won't be long now.

How is he?

Feels like he's walking up and down
in paratrooper boots.

Anything in the mail?

We got a card from Billy.
He seems to like it in Ohio.

They let him have his own horse and
he's taking care of himself.

For $3000 a year,
there's money to be a stableman.

If it works, don't knock it!

Well, what do we got
to do this morning?

There's a nurse coming
to be interviewed and...

furniture for the nursery is arriving and
Martha and I gotta put it in place.

Hey, look, buddy.

Better not let me catch you
moving any furniture.

Okay, okay. I'll just sit and take my
vitamins and go quietly nuts. All right?

What's in your agenda?

Well, I gotta go to the
University Board of Trustees meeting.

And I have to meet with Sid Gosset
about the campaign.

Why don't we just move him into the
guest room. - Honey, Sid's all right.

He's terrific. I just didn't realize he was gonna
come up a permanent fix in our lives. That's all.

Look, he's shrewd.
I need his help.

I know, I'm sorry.
Don't mind the fat lady.

Gonna be back for lunch?
- I'll try.

I've gotta go.

Seems like all I see being more are a skinny
kiss and disappearing through doors.

You're not sorry you married me, are you?
- A little late for second thoughts, Bubba.

I'm serious. Do you miss it?
Photography... magazine?

No, not really.
- Well, what is that mean?

It means I'd rather be Mrs. Rudy Jordache.
Not anything I can think of.

That's my girl.

Come home early.
I'll make love to you.

You will do nothing of the kind!
- What do doctors know about the--

What's wrong?

I don't think Bosko likes
the idea very much either.

But listen, come home
early anyway, will you?

All right. We can always go through
our old high school annual.

Hey.

Never mind.

Did I tell you, you look positively
saintly this morning?

No. You look saintly, too.
We haven't had any sex in the last month.

Miss Julie.

Miss Julie... Mr. Jordache!
- Rudy...

All right, all right. Call an ambulance.
I got it. It's all right.

Everything it's gonna be all right.
Okay.

All right. It's all right.

Okay. It's all right.

She's gonna sleep for hours.

I'll call you later.

Rudy.

Virginia, what are you doing here?

I tried calling the hospital but
no one would tell me anything.

The baby is dead.

Dead?

He was never alive, really.

I'm sorry about the baby.

Thank you.

I wish it was her that died.

Rudy, don't you see it was a sign?
It was never meant for you and for her--

For God's sake, will you go home?

This is my home. Here in this house.
She took you away from me.

Rudy!
Rudy let me in, please!

You want me.
You know you want me.

Rudy!

Let me in, please.

Rudy!

When did they say I can go home?
- Tomorrow.

But why don't you run along?
You've spent enough time with me.

Don't be silly.

Come on, Rudy.
I know you got a lot on your mind.

They can wait.

Something going wrong with
the campaign? - No, no.

Well, as a matter of fact, I'm trying to
figure out the way to buy "The Sentinel".

Without a lot of success, I might add.
- What do you want with a newspaper?

Mainly I want to get the
editor off my neck.

I understand Sid's got a man who's
snoozing around. - For what?

Dirt. Anything he can find
to use against the editor.

You mean blackmail?

That's the way the game is played.

I don't think I'm gonna
like politics very much.

Do you want me to get out of it?

What? - I could resign from
the race right now.

Don't you think it's a little late for that?
- No. No, it isn't.

My wife's health, so. And anyone will take
that as a perfectly acceptable excuse.

Excuse?
- Look.

We have to discuss how you really feel.

In another week the campaign is going to
be on the way. I'll be totally committed.

The trouble is, Rudy, the more I know about
politics... - I know, darling. You're right.

There are a lot of things
wrong with politics.

I just can't help feeling I could do some
real good working inside the political system.

I mean, who knows? I might even turn out
to be a pretty good legislator.

Miss Morgan.

Time up?
- Yes. You've had enough for one day.

What do you think about it, honey?

It's going to be a tough demanding
campaign for both of us.

Because we'll be in this thing together.

If you want me out of it,
now would be the time to say so.

Well, it's really not my decision.
I just want you to be happy.

That's my girl.

You sure it's gonna be all right to
take her on the campaign with me?

How soon are you going?

A couple of weeks.

I don't know, Rudy. Physically she's okay.
Just a little tired, that's all.

She's been through a rough experience.
The roughest. - I know.

To lose a baby, that's tragic.

To find out, on top, that you can't
have another, that's a cataclysm.

Some women just don't
come out of it. That's all.

Well, she's pretty tough, Jerry.

Yeah, I know, Rudy. But she's gonna
need an awful lot of love and attention.

She's gonna need it right now.
- I understand that, Jerry. I understand.

Do you?

All right? That right? Okay.
Here we go. This, right?

Yeah.
- Right.

Right here and here.
Right here.

That's right. Like that.

There it is.
Still course 0-7-2 magnetic. Right?

Right. Good. Congratulations.
It's right on the ground. - A what?

Right on the ground
- How can it land on the ground?

You forgot to compensate for
the current. Right there.

I'm never gonna get this.
- Hey, look. Don't be silly.

You're doing just fine.

Yeah, but you would think after all
this time I could plot a simple course.

Look, you'd be surprised of some of
the idiots that get their master's papers.

You really know how to buck a guy up.
- You know I didn't mean it like that.

Peekaboo!
- What do you want?

All the morning detail.
- All right, you got it.

Here you go.

Hey, you guys spend a lot
of time together, don't you?

Any objections?
- No, no. It's like the fellows said:

You go to your church
and I'll go to mine.

Hey, Tom!

Oh no, it isn't a breeze.
It's loving bloom.

You know where we are?
- Just another port.

You ever heard of the French Riviera?

What do you mean hear of?
We used to come here every winter.

Who did?
- Daddy and Mommy, of course. And I.

Of course, we had to close up the castle.
- Come on, we got a train to catch.

Hey, wait a minute. We got to go to
duty tomorrow morning, remember?

Ohne mich.

On a... what?
- "Ohne mich". It's German for "without me".

What is that mean? I don't get it.
- Hey, look...

That ship's gonna be
tied up there for 3 days.

If we hang around here, we're gonna
may end up painting and scrubbing.

Yeah, but man, I'm supposed--
- Wait a minute. You're my buddy, aren't you?

And "...whither I goest thou goest".
Right?

Come on. Let's go.
Come on!

Exactly wherever I've seen that guy before
it's right on the tip of my tongue.

Would you believe there's so much
of everything in the world and...

we ain't got none of it.

Could be arranged, buddy.
- I got but 2 days.

How would you like to spend
the rest of your life here?

Yeah... aha!

Great place to raise a kid, huh?

Yeah.
- Yeah.

Hey, monsieur! You speak English?
"Parlez-vous anglais?"

Suddenly I hope so, boy.

What's the work situation around
here for a couple of sailors?

Sailors are you?
- Yeah. Roy here's got his mate papers.

That is feast or famine.
- What's that mean?

That 4 months a year you'll have plenty of
work. Rest of the time you'll scrabble.

Get hold of a boat!
That's what most of us around here do.

You live on your own yacht.
Then you rent it out for charter parties.

Our own yacht, huh?
- Yeah?

Don't know why didn't think of it.
- I don't know.

Hey, look at that. That's for sale.
- So what?

Come on.
Let's take a look.

She looks kind of sad,
doesn't she?

It sure does. Needs to liven up
with some guy with a wad to spend.

Come up.

There. Hi. Shopping a boat, are you?
- Yeah.

How much do you want for this?

Well, you see.
Some idiot snipped its anchor.

She drifted ashore
at Cap d'Antibes.

It's not quite as bad
as it looks, though.

Say, how much?

Well...

The owner is away right now.
Delightful chap.

Charming...
Not a very good businessman.

I could probably get it down to
20,000 american, as is.

15,000 and you got a deal.

You'll be here next week?
- No, we'll be on our way to New York.

Where will you be in New York?

Roy, you give him your address.

Now, where are we gonna get $ 15,000?
- One good score. That's all I need.

Look, I'm too proud to beg
and I'm too nervous to smuggle, man.

Just get back to the states.
- But you can't.

One good shot and
I'll be back with the money.

Look, it's a nice idea, Tommy,
even if it can happen--

Well, I'll tell you something, Roy.
- What's that?

I'll tell you something. It's gonna happen
and I'll tell you why it's gonna happen.

Because you and I,
we're gonna have that boat.

And I'll tell you something else, Roy.
Now, come here.

We're gonna go get my kid and
I'm gonna bring my kid over here

and he's gonna be raised
the way he should be raised.

You wanna know something?
- What?

Down at bottom,
I almost believe you, man.

Thank you.
- All right. - All right.

Parlez-vous...
Speak some kind of language, huh?

We got to get back
to the ship, man. Come on.

Wait a minute.

How's your election coming?

Well, they tell me I'm about
12 point behind in the polls.

I haven't really got started yet.

Such a pity.
- Ma'am?

You know what I mean.
They are the two that should be married.

Your daughter and my son.

It certainly isn't from a lack
of trying on Virginia's part.

Mine neither, to tell you the truth.
- It just seems like such a shame

that two young people with
similar backgrounds and breeding

shouldn't have found each other.

Well, Rudy's father was
first generation, of course.

But my family is a different matter.

Very old.

I wish you all the happiness
in the world.

I'm going to be very happy.

I got Brad for a husband

and you for lover.

For God's sake, Virginia.
- Cutting in, old buddy.

Nice party.
- At these prices, it should be.

Where is your wife?
- She said she'd tried to get over later.

She's still not 100%.

He expects to move into your job.

That's natural. After all,
he just married the boss's daughter.

I know he's a friend of yours.

He's smart as a fox and you know
the man ever since the college.

You've had enough confidence in him to bring him
and take a little big load of responsability.

But to turn the whole shebang
over that man...

I don't like to do it.
But, if you say so...

I don't say so.
- What's that?

I think he would be
much happier back in Tulsa.

Excuse me.
I see my team has arrived.

Julie.
Hello, beautiful.

I'd like you to meet
Marsh Goodwin.

I must tell you, Mrs. Jordache,

I've been a fan of yours long before
I ever heard of your husband.

Your book on the Navajos,
I loved it. - Thank you.

Why don't we sit?
- No, no. We really must be going.

Yeah. We were just setting up
a little strategy.

You got wonderful strategy.

Now all I have to do
is get somebody to vote for me.

I'll vote for you, honey.

There is one already.
- You're gonna love Albany.

You got the most important
political asset of all, Rudy.

A lovely and intelligent wife.

You are voted for, twice.
- Hey, I just had a brainstorm.

What if Julie covers the campaign?
With the camera. Its first.

No, no. That would be very bad.
No, no.

The king or his dignity. The candidate's wife
is dignified, serene, gracious, self-effacing.

The little help made
is in the backgrounds, smiling.

Cancel the brainstorm.

Now, Dooley's got a big start on a survey.
We're gonna have to move fast. - I'll be back.

One, we've got to do something
about this editor.

Two... I wanna get Rudy to Albany
to meet some of the key people.

If the wing get the governor's
endorsement we have way up the hill...

Mrs. Jordache?

Subtitled by: YMRO, Dominican Rep.