All language subtitles for Little.Men.S01E01.480p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-TEPES

- It's hard to believe
a month has already passed.

[ Sighs ]

- I can still
hear his voice.

- I know.

Even to this day,
I can hear John's voice.

Especially in
the quiet of the evening.

You're holding up well, Jo.

- Yes.

Fritz would expect
nothing less of me.

"... and in so doing,
Sisyphus offended Zeus.

[ boys chattering ]

"Zeus punished Sisyphus
by forcing him

"to roll an enormous boulder

"to the top of a very
steep mountain.

"The problem was made worse

"in that every time the boulder
neared the top of the mountain,

"it would roll back down,

"forcing Sisyphus to
start all over again."

- Somebody didn't fix
the rail on the pig pen

like they was supposed to.

- Got it!
I got it.

I got it.

- Just do the chores
you're asked,

and I wouldn't have
to be chasin' animals
all over the place.

- It wasn't my fault.

- Shall we return
to our seats?

- Yeah, it was
so your fault.

- Was not!

- Whoa!

[ Pigs snorting ]

- Miss Jo,
two things,

First, Mr. Leonard has
come for his boy.

And second, you have got to do
something about the chores.

The gate on the pig pen
was supposed to be fixed--

- Mr. Leonard,

is something wrong?

- Nothing wrong,
Mrs. Bhaer.

I've simply decided to remove
my son from your school.

- Jeremy, are you unhappy?

- He's fine. I've merely
had second thoughts.

- Second thoughts.

I understand, because
my husband is no longer here.

- I'm very sorry

about the passing of
your husband, Mrs. Bhaer,

but I'm not the only parent to
have doubts about this school.

I recently learned
that you take in

delinquents from the street.

- My husband and I
founded this school

to provide
an education for any boy.

Whether or not
he has money

has nothing to do with
his ability to learn.

- You still have yet to
hire a permanent teacher.

- Yes...

but Franz, our
student teacher--

- Is a student teacher.

He may be adequate, but

my son requires a man of much
sounder reputation to teach him.

- Well, we have been
interviewing teachers.

I just want to be sure that he's
the right teacher for my boys.

- And there's no
caretaker on the grounds.

When I arrived, there were
pigs running around freely.

- Well, we've been
interviewing caretakers as well.

Our last caretaker
had to leave suddenly,

it's been very difficult
finding a replacement.

But we will find one.

And I will find a new teacher.

But you've got to
give me some time.

It's only been a month
since my husband's passing.

In the meantime,
I promise you

that this school will
continue to function

as well as it ever has.

Everything is under control.

- You take that back!

- What'll you
do if I don't?

- Boys, can we please
settle this later?

- Teach you
some manners...

- Yeah, you teach
him, Emil!

- Yeah!
Teach me!

- Emil!

Aah...

- Miss Jo...!
- Miss Jo!

We're sorry, we
didn't see you there.

- Are you alright?

- It's okay, it's
okay. I'm okay.

I'm okay.

[ Catching breath ]

Oh, haa...

See?

Ah, everything's under control.

Well, looks like your corn
is nearly ripe, Emil.

- Yes, ma'am.

Six days and 9 hours, then it'll
be ready for the harvest.

- That sounds
beautiful, Nat.

- Thanks.

You know, I think
you're right,

it does help
the plants grow.

- Well then,
keep on playing.

You'll have the biggest pumpkin
patch in all of Concord.

- Tommy?

What're you doing?

- I heard you could
use the sun

to start a fire with
a reading glass.

- A fire?

Oh, of course,

you mean from
the sun's heat.

- Yup.
- Hmm.

Like this summer,

when we went to Walden
Pond for that picnic,

the sun burned your
skin so badly.

- Yeah.

Suppose so.

- Yeah, boy, I remember that.

You were in so much pain.

You looked like a lobster.

And Asia and I had to
make that special poultice

from aloe to cool your
skin. Mm-mm-mm...

- I remember.

- You wouldn't happen to have

any of that aloe
right now, would ya?

- No.

But you could grow some.

- Yeah!

- Hm, Asia has some seeds
for you in the kitchen.

Go on.

[ Knocking on wood ]

- Excuse me?

Excuse me.
- Mornin'.

- Good morning.

Um,
may I help you?

- Nope.
Almost done here.

- I'm sorry,

um, that's not
what I meant.

Um, who are you?

- Name's Nick Riley.

- I'm Jo--
- Jo Bhaer. I know.

Heard in town you needed
some help out here.

- I'm Dan.

- Pleased to meet you, Dan.

- This is my
son, Rob.

- Hello, Rob.

- Hello.

- Listen, I can only help
you for about a week.

After that I'm boardin'
a ship outta Boston Harbor.

- What kind of ship?

- Merchant marine. Headed
back to South America.

- You know, my uncle was
a captain in the Navy.

I'm gonna get in
the Navy, too.

- Good for you.
- He sunk two ships.

Killed over 100 men.
- Emil...

- You ever been to Africa?

- A couple times.
- Really?

Did you fight
any pirates?

- Once. Off
the Florida keys,

but you don't wanna
hear about that.

- Sure, we do!

- I'd love to
sail on a ship.

- Dan, boys,

sailing around the world
will have to wait

until after you've
finished your schooling.

- Oh, I don't know. You ask me,
you get a better schoolin'

from seein' the world
than just readin' about it.

- But if you learn
about it first,

it'll be that much
more memorable

when you actually see it.

- I suppose. As long as you do
actually get out and see it.

- Hum-hm...

- But we're not here to
talk about schoolin'.

- No, we're not.

I appreciate your fixing
our shutter, Mr. Riley,

but I'm afraid we won't be
needing your services here.

- Alright, fine, no problem.

But you got shingles
loose on your house.

If you wanna fix 'em yourself,

I suggest you get to it soon.

Hard rain hits, you're
gonna get soaked.

And your fence
posts are rotten,

they need to be replaced
before they fall over,

and your horses run free.

See ya, boys.

- Aah, Mr. Riley,
I can't pay much.

- Room and board's all I need.

- Fine.

Our housekeeper, Asia, will
speak to you about your duties.

You'll find her
in the kitchen.

And Mr. Riley...

Your stories of
adventure are enticing,

but I think you'll
find Plumfield

restless enough without them.

- Do me a favor,
though, will ya?

Call me Nick.

- Uh...

- The Conscience Book.

When I first came here,

I'd worry so much about
my weekly report.

- Well, you never
needed to worry.

All your reports were about what
a fine young student you were.

And now you're
a fine teacher.

- Aunt Jo,
I received a letter today.

I've been accepted to Harvard.

- Oh, Franz!

That's wonderful!
Congratulations!

- Thank you.

- Your Uncle Fritz
would be so proud.
- Yes, I know.

They want me to
arrive in six days

to begin matriculation.

- Six days.

Well, that's very exciting.

- If I leave for Harvard and
you've no teacher for the boys--

- Oh, don't worry about that.
I'll teach the boys myself.

- You have no time to
teach that class yourself,

with all your
other duties.

And Robbie's so
young, he needs you.

- Franz, we'll be fine.

What you've
accomplished here

makes me so proud.

You're the first
student from Plumfield

to be accepted to a university!

And Harvard at that!

I'm not going to let
anything interfere

with this incredible
opportunity for you.

Please, Captain Hoffmann,
please, sir.

Don't do this.

Emil has really grown
to love this school.

- And that is why he
fights in the classroom?

- Oh, it wasn't a fight.
It was merely a minor argument,

that was settled as
quickly as it started.

- If a gentleman had been
teaching him instead of a boy,

it wouldn't have started at all.

I don't care to
discuss it any further.

Do you have everything?

- Yes, sir.
Must I leave, uncle?

I really like it here.

- The decision
is made, Emil,

and I'll thank you
not to question it.

- Will you make sure my
corn is picked on time?

- I promise.
- Now, Emil!

- I know that Emil is your
charge, Captain Hoffmann,

but with
all due respect, sir,

I do think you're making
a regrettable mistake.

- Leavin', huh?
- Yes sir.

- Here.

- The only mistake being made is
keeping this school operating.

Good day, madam.

- You'll need it when
you join the Navy.

- Come along, Emil.

- Thank you, sir.

- [Jo]:
And it is for this food

and for each other
that we give our thanks.

Amen.

- [All]: Amen.

- Mrs. Jo?

- Will the school
have to close?

- No, Nat. I'm not
selling Plumfield.

- What happens though if, uh,

parents keep pulling kids out?
- Then it's only gonna be

you and me
left, Nat.

- Unless Mr. Laurie
stops sponsoring you.

Well, then there'd
be no one left.

- Oh, my goodness, it's
not gonna come to that.

I won't let it.

I'll figure
something out.

Don't worry.

- Will you pass
the butter, please?

- Yeah, okay.

- Somebody pass the
mashed potatoes, please?

- Come on!

Big one snapped the mizzen
mast clean in half,

sent the ship crashing
onto the rocks.

- Well, what'd you do?

- Only thing I could do,

jumped in the water
and swam like crazy.

Me and eight other men
were the only ones
who made it ashore.

Deserted island.

Hot, dry.

Not much food or water.
Come on, buddy...

- Oh yeah, kinda
like Robinson Crusoe.

- Who's that?

- Oh, he's a... a
character in a novel,

gets shipwrecked
on an island.

- I have that book
in the parlor, Nat,

if you'd like to read it.
- Sure.

- How long were you
stuck on the island?

- Couple of months.

Passing ship picked us up.

Ended up finding work
in the Arabian desert.

- Where's that?

- Near the Sahara.

Africa.

- Actually, the Arabian desert

is in Asia Minor; Africa's a
separate continent altogether.

True. But where I was,
workin' on the Suez canal,

Africa was practically
spittin' distance.

- You worked on the Suez canal?

- Near about a year.

Didn't care much
for the heat though.

- Don't you boys
have chores to do?

- You know, I'm not lookin'
to tell 'em stories.

They're the ones
who keep askin'.

'Sides, might just
get 'em to read more.

[ Plate breaks ]
- Sorry.

- Oh, maybe you should set the
silverware next time, Tommy.

- I did that last time.

Remember, when I cut my
finger with the knife?

You said I should set
the dishes next time.

- That's right.

Why don't you just
get the broom.

Let's clean this up.

- Jo, I need to speak with you.

- Meg, I have the
most wonderful news.

I was hoping you'd stop by.

What is it?

- I heard Emil was
removed from the school.

That's four boys in two weeks.

- Don't worry, Meg--

- Other parents are speaking of
removing their children as well.

In fact, the whole town is
talking about the school,

which brings me
to Mr. McBride.

- Oh, not him.

- He'd like you to reconsider
his offer to buy Plumfield.

- I've already told
him I'm not selling.

- Jo, at least
think about it.

- I don't have to
think about it.

- You're losing students,

with no new prospects
on the horizon.

How will you
generate revenue?

- That's what I
wanted to tell you.

I've already found
a solution to the problem.

Nan, would you
come out here, please?

[ Whispered ]
She just arrived this morning.

Nan, I'd like you to
meet my sister, Meg.

Meg, meet
Miss Anthea Harding,

the first girl

to be admitted to the
Plumfield School for Boys.

[Whispered]: Have you
ever seen the boys so quiet

during dinner?

I don't know why I
didn't think of it sooner.

I mean, we make a point to
open our doors to anyone,

why shouldn't girls
be included, too.

This will pave the way
for more girls to come,
which will increase revenue.

- But what will the
other parents think?

- Oh, I'm sure they won't mind.

And if they do, who cares?

- Ohh...

- Her mother
died recently,

she's had a very
difficult time since.

She's had a few tutors,

but the only subject
she seems to excel in

is running away from home.

- She sounds like
a very unhappy child.

- Not as unhappy
as her father.

He's at his wit's
end with her.

When I suggested
sending her here,

he couldn't write
the check fast enough.

- Jo, if this
doesn't work...

- It will work, Meg.

Don't be such
a nay-sayer.

I get enough of that from
the people back in town.

I don't need it
from my own sister.

- You are a puzzle, Jo.

- Life is a puzzle, Meg.

And we must never stop
searching for the pieces.

- Billy, you're
cleanin' windows.

Jack and Stuffy,

you're fillin' the water troughs
and muckin' out the stalls.

Dan, you and Tommy
unload the grain.

Nat, Nat...

- Right. Right here.

- You're helpin'
me fetch wood.

- What about me?

- Nan,

um, you can
work in the house.

Help with
the... dusting.

- But I wanna work out here.

- Well, there's, there's not
really much for you to do, uh--

- She can help us
unload the grain.

- Dan, I don't think
she's quite ready

to help you boys unload
all those sacks of grain.

- I can do it.
- Fine.

- I can do it.

- Would you
look at that, Nat,

she's stronger
than you, ha.

- She is not.

- Why dontcha try go
pickin' a fight with her.

- Shut up, Jack!

- What're you gettin'
so upset about, uh?

What, just because a girl
is stronger than you?

- You're always teasin'
the little guys, huh, Jack?

You're never messin' with
the boys your own size.

Why is that?

- Easy, Dan.

Save your strength
for your chores.

Now go on.
- Unh...!

Unh!
I-I can do it.

- You're gonna be runnin'
into guys like that

the rest of your life.

Best just to ignore 'em.

- It's not that.
It's just...

wish Dan wouldn't always
jump in all the time.

- He's just tryin' to defend
you against a bigger boy.

- It almost always
ends up in a fight,

which then gets
him into trouble.

- Against the
rules, huh?

- Yeah.

Miss Jo says there's never
any call for fighting.

- Well, I don't
know about that.

Sometimes you just
can't help yourself.

Specially when you're
standin' up for somethin'

you feel is right.

- A party for Franz?
- Tomorrow night.

Franz leaves for Harvard
in a couple of days,

I think we should give
him a proper send-off.

We'll have music,
a special dinner--

- Oh, and berry pie for
dessert! It's Franz's favorite.

- Ah, that's
a great idea, Jack!

Oh,

but we'd have to collect
the berries this afternoon.

I won't be able to take you.

I've gotta interview
another teacher.

- I'll take 'em.

- Uh...

- Yeah, Nick'll
take us!

- Yeah, please Mrs. Jo?

- You know, Franz really
does love berry pie.

- Please.
- I'm not so sure.

- I'll have 'em back by sundown.

- Before sundown.

- Let's get
the others.

- [Nick]: Pillow fights?

- [Dan]: Yep. Every Saturday
night, for 15 minutes,

Mrs. Jo lets us have it out.

- [Jack]: Yeah, sometimes
she even joins in.

- [Nick]: Never
heard of a school

that allows pillow fights.

- [Nat]: Nick, Nick,
stop the cart. We're here.

- Alright, whoever picks
the most berries...

Whoa...

doesn't have to
do chores tomorrow.

- Oh, yeah!
- Hoo-hoo!

- Yeah! Woo-hoo!

- [Nan]: I can eat the most.

- Don't wander off!

Stay within the
sound of my voice!

- [Dan]: Hey, no way,
I was here first.

- [Tommy]: No-oo!

- [Nan]: Berries over here.

- You're pretty fast.

- Faster than you.

- [Jack]: There's a great bush

on the other side
of that clearing.

- What took
you so long?

- My pail's
heavier than yours.

It's got more
berries in it.

- Hey, you see that stump
way out there in the woods?

- Yep.
- I'll race you to it.

But, uh... let's
leave our pails here.

- Fine.

- I don't want you to
have no... excuses.

Ready...

Go!

What's your excuse now?

[ Panting ]

- See that little
stream over there.

First one to
cross it wins.

- Well, you have very impressive
credentials, Mr. Negley.

- I should hope so.

- How do you feel
about teaching girls?

- You permit girls
in this school?

- Well, girls deserve
an education as much as boys.

We are equal,
are we not?

- In my lengthy
experience, madam,

I've come to realize that
the delicate nature of girls

leaves them poorly equipped
to compete in this man's world.

- You're dead now, Dan!

- Aah-ha, ow!

- You alright?

- Yeah.

- Think you
can walk on it?

- Course I can walk.

Ow...!

- Probably broke it.

Stay here, I'm
gonna get help.

Uh, which way's
the pasture?

- I don't know.

- Lovely.

- Who're we missing?

- Uh, Jack, Tommy,
Dan and Nan.

- I told them
to stay close.

- Yeah, well, uh, sometimes
they end up pickin' berries

all the way home.

You know what, they're probably
already there waitin' for us.

- Hello...?

Hello?

The boys'll be
in in a minute.

They're just puttin'
the horse and wagon away.

- Okay.
- Four of the kids
decided to walk home.

- Four?

Well, uh, Jack and Tommy
returned a short while ago.

They said the rest
were with you.

- Dan and Nan are
still out there.

I'm sure they're fine.

- Tell the boys to wash up,
Asia's got dinner ready.

- I'm goin' with you.
- No need.

- They were my responsibility,
I'm goin' with you.

- You've done enough already.

- [Jo]: Dan!

- They were pickin'
berries over there.

- They're both
new to Plumfield,

they don't know the area.

And Nan has a history
of running away.

- You could've told
me that earlier.

- And you could've kept
a better eye on them.

- We better check the woods.

- They were picking berries.

They wouldn't go
into the woods.

- Won't be long now, and I'll
have a nice fire going.

- I don't want a fire.

I want you to get help.

- The best thing to
do when you're lost

is to stay where you
are. Let them find you.

I should know, I've been
lost plenty of times.

You know, if it's broke,

they're gonna have
to set the bone.

A friend of my
father's is a doctor.

He told me about it once.

Does this hurt?

- Hey, what're you doin'?

- How 'bout this?

- Hey!

Stop that!

- Just tryin' to help.

- Well, don't.

Just...

don't do anything.

- Might even have to amputate.

- And don't talk either.

Just...
just sit there,

and shut up.

[ Growl ]

- Did you hear that?
- Yeah.

- [Jo]: Dan!

Nan!

- They're gonna
be alright, Jo.

I know it.

Look, I've never really
been around kids much,

but these kids...

they handle themselves better
than most of the adults I know.

Someone obviously
taught 'em well.

That's how I know
they're gonna be alright.

All we gotta
do is find them.

- Look.

- Let's go, it's
them... Come on!

[ Growl ]

- It's a bear.
- Shhh.

[ Bear panting ]

I think it's movin' away.

- What're you doin'?

- Gonna wrap your
ankle, good and tight.

- Listen! I told you,
I don't want you-- ahhh.

- We gotta get outta here
before that bear comes back.

Never seen a real bear before.

You?
- No.

- I saw a stuffed one
at my grandfather's.

It's not as scary as
a real one though.

Is it true you lived on
the streets of Boston?

- Hm-mm.
- Ever been in jail?

- Yeah.

- Where're your parents?

- They're dead.
- Yeah, my mother's dead, too.

She got the fever.

What'd your parents die of?

- I don't know.

I was too young.

- My mother was very pretty,
but she was always sick.

My father doesn't
really like me.

He says I talk too much.
- What a surprise.

- There.

Think you can walk on it?

- Dan!

- That's Nick!

- Nan!
- We're over here!

- [Jo]: What happened?

- I landed hard
on my ankle.

- I don't think it's broken.

Just twisted it.
Does it hurt bad?

- He hardly
made a sound.

- Don't you ever run
away like that again.

Do you hear me?

- Come on.

- How's that?

- It's... it's okay.

It's feeling a little better.

What kind of a punishment
are you gonna give me?

- The pain you're feeling
is punishment enough.

[ knocking on door ]

- Are you gonna whip me?

- No.
We don't do that here.

But you will be punished.

- I don't see what all
the fuss is about.

All kids run away at
one time or another.

- Oh, no, that's not
true, not all kids.

- You never ran away?

- Well... yes.

Several times, actually.

- Tell me about it.

- There was this one time.

I had just gotten
a new pair of shoes,

and I wanted to show them.

Though I was told not
to leave the garden,

I wandered about
the city all day long.

[ Chuckles ]

I played with a little Irish
beggar girl in the park,

I sailed boats
in the Black Bay

with strange boys.

And I was finally found
on a doorstep asleep,

with my arms around this
large, filthy sheepdog.

- That sounds wonderful.

- Well, it wasn't
wonderful the next day.

- Did your mother whip you?

- No. No, actually,
she asked me

what I thought
my punishment should be.

- She asked you?

- Yes, and I told her
that I'd learned my lesson,

and I promised never
to do it again.

- That sounds fair.
- Well,

it didn't sound
fair to my mother.

She sat me down
and asked me

how I would treat
a bad little puppy dog

who kept running away from home.
- Easy. Just tie it up.

- That's what I said.

And that is exactly
what she did.

With a long string
to the bedpost.

And there I stayed
all day long.

But I'm not so sure

that same punishment's
gonna work with you.

- Sure, it would.

It's a lot better
than a whippin'.

- Well, if you think so.

Now,
tie this around your waist,

and I will give
you enough slack

to move about the room.

You can read,

you can sew,
and you can sleep.

I'll have your meals
brought up to you,

and I'll return at the end
of the day to untie you.

- That sounds fair.

Why wait until tomorrow,

when I can just
untie it right now?

- Because by waiting
until tomorrow,

you will have proven yourself
an honorable young girl.

Therefore you will
have earned my trust.

Whether or not you desire
that is entirely up to you.

- How's Dan doin'?
- He's better.

- Look, I'm sorry.

I told you I'd watch
the kids, and... I didn't.

- It's a difficult job,

one that requires a great
deal of responsibility.

They're good children,

but sometimes they let their
curiosity get the best of them,

especially when
they're being told

stories of adventure.

- Like I said before,

I'm not used to
bein' around kids.

My ship's sailin'
in a few days.

Probably best
I get goin'.

I'll finish the fence
in the mornin',

then I'll be on my way.

- You can't blame yourself,
Jo, these things happen,

especially when you have so
many children under your care.

- Fritz would've
never let this happen.

I'm fooling myself Meg,

thinking I can do
this without him.

Perhaps I should take
Mr. McBride's offer

to buy Plumfield.

- Hey Nick,
why're you leaving?

- Did Mrs. Jo fire ya?

- Nah.

I was only gonna stay
a few days anyway, remember?

I got a ship
to catch.

Be good now.

Jack, don't be teasin'
the smaller kids.

And Tommy,

try not to burn
the house down.

Emil?

What happened?

- I need to see Mrs. Jo.

- Emil!

Oh, my goodness!
What happened to you?

- Jack, Tommy,
Emil's back.

- Uncle wanted
to send me to...

military school
in Pennsylvania.

I told him I
didn't want to go.

- He did this to you?

- Put me on a train.

Jumped off halfway there.

- How did you find
your way home?

- Compass Nick gave me.

I wanna stay
here, Mrs. Jo.

I know it was wrong
to run away, but--

Don't make me go back.

- [Whispered]: You don't
have to go anywhere.

[ Knock at door ]

- Is it time?
- Yes.

The others are in school.
You can join them...

after you finish
cleaning up this room.

- I was winning.

When Dan twisted his ankle.

We were racing,
and I was winning.

Not that anyone cares.

- So that's why
you got lost.

You challenged Dan to
a race in the woods.

- He challenged me.
I couldn't back down.

- It's not easy being a young
woman in a man's world, is it?

- I, I do alright.

- Yes, you do.
And so do I.

But sometimes,

sometimes even I
need a little help.

Someone to tell
my troubles to,

share my secrets with.

Someone who understands
exactly how I'm feeling.

Maybe you could be
that someone for me.

- Sure.

- And maybe I could be
that someone for you.

- Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

- Yes?

- Where's my nephew?

- [Jo]: Captain Hoffmann,
may I help you?

- I knew it! Emil, come here.

- Captain Hoffmann.

- Not a word from you.

- Come on, son,
we're going.

- This school is finished.
Did you think I wouldn't know

where to find you?
- I wanna stay here, uncle.

- You didn't tell
us that you beat him.

- He disobeyed me, a behavior he
no doubt learned at this school.

Discipline is one of the
aspects they neglect to teach.

- I'll measure the
discipline at this school

over any other
school of its kind.

- There's still no
permanent teacher.

- I know, but there will
be soon. I promise.

- Until then,

I will continue
teaching the class.

I sent a letter
to Harvard,

telling them I will be
delaying my education

until a permanent teacher
can be found here.

- Fine. Keep your school.

But Emil will
not be attending.

- Uncle, please.
Don't make me go.

- I'll not have you
disobeying my orders.

Now come along.

Emil. Stop it!

- The boy doesn't
wanna go.

- Get your hands
off me, sir.

- I will, when you get
your hands off of him.

- Move, sir.

- What are you doing?

- We better get the
deputy to handle this.

- How dare you strike me!

- Just showin' you how
your nephew feels.

- That's enough.

- Nick
- You're coming with me.

- I wanna stay
here, uncle.

Please don't make me go.

- At least give the school
a chance to prove itself.

And when Emil finishes
his education,

if you're not
completely satisfied,

I'll gladly refund
his entire tuition.

- One month.

If the school is not
running properly by then,

I will remove Emil.

- Some law.

It's a crime to hit
a man, but not a boy.

Makes a lotta sense.

- You didn't have to hit him
to get what you wanted.

- I wasn't gonna
take that chance.

- Well, I guess we'll be
needin' to find a new caretaker.

- You gonna tell me
what's goin' on here?

- Ask Mrs. Bhaer.

- I heard you pled guilty.

- Yeah, well, I figured
my case was weak,

seein' as there was
a room full of witnesses.

You mind tellin' me
what this is all about?

- The judge is a close
friend of my father's.

I've arranged for you to
be released into my custody

for the rest of your sentence.
- Your custody?

- [Whispered]: Guess this means
you'll be missing your boat.

- Wouldn't be the first time.

- Apparently not.

I've done some checking.

Seems this isn't
the first time

you've seen the
inside of a jail cell.

Robbery.

- That was a mistake. That
pocket watch belonged to me.

- Assault, on three occasions.

- I won't turn
my back on my friends.

- Mr. Riley,
I do need a caretaker.

But I expect you to conduct
yourself in a civil manner,

especially around
the children.

If you don't,
you'll find yourself

right back inside
that jail cell.

Do you understand?

You and I will probably
never see eye to eye.

We find ourselves at odds
on nearly every issue.

- Except one.

You put the needs of
the kids before your own, and...

I'd be hard pressed
to find fault with that.

- Thank you.

- You know,

we don't have
to be "at odds."

Who knows...

we could even
be friends.

- I doubt that's
possible, Mr. Riley.

- Nick.
My name is Nick.

- Nick.
- There.

Wasn't so
hard, was it?

We're already off
to a good start.

Haah!