All language subtitles for Little.Men.S01E08.480p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-TEPES

- [Tommy]: Hey, Isaac, c'mon.

You do all your work?

- Nat!

You left this
on the table.

- Oh, thanks.

[ School bell ]

- Race ya!

- Hey!

- [Franz]: Emil, your story
was very vivid this time.

"The cannonball smashed
into the ship,"

"splintering the hull."

- Another sea battle.

What a surprise!

- Perhaps this can
be your last tale of

"The Rough Journey West."

Tommy, I enjoyed these
4 sentences immensely,

but your story was
over before it began.

- I like to leave
you wantin' more.

- I do. A full page,
by tomorrow.

- A "C"?

But Franz, I checked
my spelling twice!

- Your spelling was all correct,
Nan, that wasn't the problem.

I've tried to teach you
proper grammar is important,

but these are creative
writing assignments.

If you wish to write a story
about dissecting worms--

- You wrote a story on worms?

- Dissecting worms.

- You've given me
a very scientific,

step-by-step account.

But I want your story
to show me how you feel

about dissecting worms.

Listen,

this story has
a few spelling errors,

there's some
punctuation problems,

but the author manages
to create a mood.

He uses words that paint
pictures in your head.

"The jungle air was
sweltering hot,"

"yet the boy stood frozen,"

"chilled by the
beast's raspy growl."

- Hey, that's your
tiger story, Nat.

- "Slowly, the boy turned."

"Two yellow eyes peered
at him from the brush."

Do you see how we're right
there with the tiger?

- So when you're
reading my story,

you wanna be right there,
dissecting the worm--

- Exactly.

- Oh.

- Cufflinks?!

They're just beautiful.

- Aren't they?

- Bess chose them herself.

She insisted on
paying for them.

Saved up weeks and
weeks of her allowance.

- Well, then that really
is a special birthday gift.

- Yes, it is.

- Oh, Aunt Jo,

Father's taking me to
see a recital in Boston!

Just the two of us.

- Well, I needed some place
to show off my cufflinks.

- The Cheshire String Quartet's
giving a series of recitals.

And they're playing Mozart,
who happens to be our favorite.

- We'll go one evening this week

... as long as you complete
your assignments.

- Alright, I'll get to it
just before dinner.

- Well, it sounds like you
had a really nice birthday.

- Oh, it was just
marvelous, Jo.

The ballet we
attended--

- Oh, Giselle!
3rd row center!

- The lead dancer, she
performed with such--

- Good news.

I looked at that back
fireplace you couldn't use.

- Oh, you didn't lower yourself
down the chimney, did you?

- No, I didn't have to.

All it needed was a new
latch to hold open the flue.

- Oh, wonderful.

- You're so lucky, Jo,

always having someone
so handy about.

- Amy, I do pay Nick

to do the repairs
around the school.

In fact, that
reminds me,

I believe it's that time.

- Thank you.

Excuse me folks,
for interrupting.

- Oh, that's
quite alright.

- I'm sorry, Laurie, you were
saying about the ballet...

- It's not important.

- Oh, well then
maybe after dinner--

- Really, Jo,
it's nothing.

Nick, uh, why
don't you join us?

If that's alright.

- Oh, of course.

- It'll give me
someone to talk to.

Once these 2 sisters
get started,

I can barely get a word in.
- Laurie!!

- I'd like to but,
'fraid I've got plans.

- Hm, well, maybe
next time then.

- Sure.

- Plans,

I suppose you can't
expect a man like that

to sit around talking in
a parlor with us all night.

- [Jo]: Hmm...

I suppose.

- I can do math just fine.

You can give me
any science experiment.

Writing, I just go blank.

- That's because you're letting
your imagination get blocked up.

- Well, how do I unblock it?

- Well, y'know what I do?

As soon as I
think of an idea,

I'll write it
down on paper,

try not to worry
if it's any good.

- Your stories are always good.
- Not true.

I have a whole box of terrible
stories under my bed.

- What're you keeping them for?

- One day I hope
to rewrite 'em.

You know, make 'em better.

[ Scribbles across page ]

Well, I should let ya
get back to your work.

- Nat?

Dan?

[ Whistling ]

- Well, you're up early.

- Yeah. Gettin'
a head start on my chores.

- Mornin'.

- Good morning.

- You're just
gettin' home now?

- Aah, I musta lost
track of time.

[ Whinnies ]

- Where ya been?

- Dan,

what Nick does when
he's not working

is his own
business. Hm?

- Sorry.
- That's alright, Dan.

I better get to work.

Come on!

- Alright everyone,
settle down.

I started reading your
new stories at recess,

and I must say,

there was one that made
quite an impression.

- So, what'd ya write
about this time, Nat?

- Nat's written a fine story,

but the author
I'm speaking of...

is Nan!

- [Several]: Nan? What?

- You've made quite
a breakthrough.

Your writing is suddenly filled
with color and vitality.

- Yeah well, it wasn't much.
- Nonsense.

It's a wonderful tale of--

- Don't!

I mean,

please don't read it out
to the class, Franz.

It's private.

- It really is very good.

- Aw, c'mon Nan.

You finally wrote
somethin' decent.

- Please, Franz.

- Well, I'll respect
your wishes, of course.

- I knew you could do it, Nan.

- Thanks again for dinner, Jo.

Delicious as usual.

- Oh, well I can't
take credit for it.

But I'll tell Asia you said so.

- Well then, thanks
for your company.

- I only wish Nick
could've been there.

I don't know how
he's working today

after being out
the whole night.

- The whole night?
- Mm-hm.

He came home this morning
and went straight to work.

- What do you
think he was doing?

- I don't know. It's none
of my business, Laurie.

- Well,

Nick's a sensible fellow.

I'm sure he's not
into any trouble.

- I don't imagine.

- Then again,

perhaps I should keep an
eye out for him, I mean,

he might be in some sort
of situation here in town.

- Laurie, he's
a grown man!

- I know, but still,
certain behavior

could reflect badly
on the school.

- I suppose.

- I'll look out
for him then.

- It's really
not necessary.

- Please, Jo,
I insist.

- Alright.

Hello, everyone.

- Hi, Mrs. Jo.
- Hi.

- I have the most
wonderful news.

I just came from town
where I saw Mr. Abbott.

He's the editor
of the Concord Chronicle.

He's planning to do
a special edition

to commemorate the
history of Concord.

- Sounds great, Mrs. Jo.

- You haven't heard
the important part.

He's accepting
stories about Concord

from students at all
the local schools.

The best one from each school

will be printed
in the special edition.

- Printed?
- Mm-hm.

- In, in the paper?

- I bet he picks
the one you write, Nat.

- Maybe, but everyone's
got a chance.

- That's right.

In fact, just today,

Franz introduced me
to a fine new writing talent.

A young lady!

- Me?

- That's right.
I read your story, Nan.

- I read it, too.

It was so exciting!

The part when the white stallion
broke through the gate! Oh!

- And then he charged
through the thunderstorm?

- And when he
jumped the ravine!

He just knew he was gonna find
his owner on the other side.

- And sure enough, there he was,
trapped with a broken leg,

soaked to the skin.

You had me
on the edge of my seat, Nan.

- Sounds like
a good story, Nan.

- You stole my story?!

- Please, don't tell.

- And you went
through my things.

- I was desperate!

It was getting really late

and I couldn't think
of anything to write.

You had that whole box
full of stories.

- So you took one.
And, and you cheated.

- I feel terrible
about it Nat, please.

Look, I'll go tell Franz
and Mrs. Jo right now.

Course, it'll be really
hard and embarrassing,

and I'll probably
be in big trouble,

but if that's what
you want me to do,

then fine.

- Just don't do
it again, okay.

- I promise.

- Come on.

Come on...

Come on... come on.

- Hello there!

- Hey, Laurie.

- What brings
you into town?

Running errands
for Plumfield?

- Nah, work's done
for the day.

I'm here on my own time.

- I see.

Oh Nick, tell me, what
does a town like Concord

offer a single young
gentleman nowadays?

After all, it's not
the most lively place.

Not much to, uh, offer in
the way of entertainment.

- Well, depends on
where you go.

- Really?

Wh-where do you go?

I, I mean, forgive me,

I've been married for some
time, I couldn't help wondering.

- Well, it ain't all
that excitin'.

I play poker
at the tavern.

- Poker.

- Ah, you musta been picturin'
somethin' a little more...

- Oh no, no,
not at all.

Poker sounds
real interesting.

Euh, do you win much?

Well, I, I mean, uh...

- Hah! I do alright.

- I see.

- I mean I like to win,

but I go more
for the company.

Y'know, a buncha
fellas sittin' around,

havin' a few
laughs, some beers.

Listen Laurie,
I gotta go.

I'll see you around.

- Yes. Have a
good night, Nick.

- Hello, Nick.

- How ya doin'?

- Read 'em and weep, Johnny.

Y'know, it pains me to
do this to you boys.

- Yeah, you're hatin'
every minute of it.

- Now, you know me, Riley.

You know I like
more of a challenge.

- Mr. Laurence?

- Laurie? Is
everything alright?

- Ah, certainly.

Ev-Everything's
fine. I just, uh,

Well, I stopped
by to, uh...

- Pull up a chair.

- Oh, no thank you.
I'm not here to play.

I mean, I'm not
too experienced,

I was, uh, wondering,
perhaps I could watch.

- Watch?

- If you gentlemen don't mind.

- Hell, no. You can watch
all ya like, Mr. Laurence.

- Well, thank you.
But please,

everyone, call me Laurie.

Theodore.
T-Teddy, Ted...

- [Burke]: Whatever suits ya.
As long as ya sit down soon,

this, uh, this
deck's gettin' cold.

- Here, Laurie, you
can sit by me.

- [Burke]: The game, gentlemen,

is 5-card stud.

- [Nick]: Let's see some
better cards this time!

- Working on your
story about Concord?

For the contest
in the Chronicle...?

- Oh. No, I'm studying a bug.

- A bug?

- Don't worry, it's dead.

- Nan,

I wanna let you know
how delighted I am

about the progress
in your writing.

It's really very exciting

and just the beginning.

Now, all you have to
do is apply yourself

and the possibilities
will be endless.

- I don't know, Mrs. Jo.

That might be the only
good story in me.

- Oh, don't be silly.

I think the next one
will be even better.

And I can't wait to read it.

- [Burke]: C'mon Riley,
whaddaya got?

- A pair of ladies.

- You won!

- [Player]: That's it for me.

- I told ya Riley
wasn't bluffin'.

- Ah, I'll see
you boys tomorrow.

- Poor fella,

hasn't won a game
all week. Ha, ha!!

- Got an empty space
at the table.

- Uh, I, I, uh--

- [Nick]: You don't have to play
if you don't wanna, Laurie.

- Of course not.

But you've been watchin'
us experts, Laurie.

It don't take much to play.
- [Simon]: Come on, Laurie.

- [Burke]: Buy a few chips
and we can get started.

- [Simon]: There's
lots of room to play.

- Well, I suppose there's
no harm in a hand or two.

- [Simon]: There you go.

- What's money?

- [Burke]: Let's
play some cards.

- Nat?

- Yeah?

- Have you done your story yet?

- I was just getting started.

- I've been working
on mine for hours,

I can't think of
anything to write.

Well, can you help
me out a little bit?

You know, get me goin'
in the right direction.

- I don't know, I should
be starting my own.

- Alright,

um, so what
do you got?

- Well, there's, there's
this one idea...

- Well, it's gotta be
about Concord, right?

So, what do you
like about it?

Something special
about the folks here?

Um, some place you
like to go to,

or something special
in Concord's history?

- History?

- Yeah, you know,
um, something famous...

like, um...

like the Minutemen
fighting the British,

in the Revolutionary War.

- Yeah, the war.
The war's good.

I could write
about the battle!

"Bang! The Redcoat fell,"

"blood gushing from
the carotid artery."

- Yeah, th-that's
a start. But, um,

try to imagine what it'd be
like if you were actually there.

Then explain it in a way
folks won't expect.

- Wh-what do you mean?

- Um, like, I don't know...

Let's say you were
a squirrel or something...

And you were just minding your
own business, eating nuts,

when in storms
these British soldiers,

and the Minutemen
come to meet 'em... Yeah,

and there you are a squirrel
caught in the middle of it.

- A squirrel?
- Yeah, sure.

- I don't want to
be a squirrel, Nat.

- Okay, then what
do you wanna be?

- Um, something
better. Like...

like a fox,

or, um...

or a bird.

- Yeah a bird!
That's even better,

because then you can
start off on the ground,

and fly up in the sky
and see the whole battle,

from all over.

- Yeah! I like this.

- So, you could be nibbling
seeds in the town square...

- Wait...

Alright, go on.

- Okay.
- This is good.

- Jo,

I finished mendin'
that fence today.

- Oh yeah, I noticed. Thank you.

- Alright, see ya then.

- Yeah, we'll see you.

- Oh, oh wait a minute.
Read that one back to me.

- "As the men of Concord--"

- The valiant
men of Concord.

- "As the"

"valiant"

"men of Concord stood,
smoke still blowing--"

- Swirling.

- "Swirling..."

"from their muskets,
the bird spread its wings"

"and soared skyward."

"Proud. Triumphant. Free."

How can a bird be
proud and triumphant?

It didn't do anything,
it just watched.

- Well, the bird's
a symbol, Nan.

- A symbol?

- Look Nan,

it's getting really late,

and I haven't started
my own story yet.

Sorry.

- Symbol...

- [Laurie]: I said,

"Turn this boat
around, Captain!"

"My wife's pearls
have been stolen!"

"We must alert
the authorities in Majorca."

He just stared...

coldly,

while I threatened him.

Until finally, he spoke,

"No comprendo ingles."

Pah, haa, haa, haa...

[ Laughter spreads ]

- Hey!

Riley, where ya been?

- Hello, Nick.

- Laurie.

Thought you had your
fill of this last night.

- Oh, I just stopped
by for a few hands.

- [Burke]: He just won
himself a big pot.

- Agh! After I lost
the other 2...

finally got lucky.

- Lucky?! Ha, ha, no sir,

luck had nothin'
to do with it.

I was watchin' you, Laurie.

You knew Simon was bluffin'.

You hung right in there with
him, when the rest of us folded.

- Well, I did get a sense...

- The look on Simon's face when
you put down your straight!

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha...

You just gonna
stand there, Riley?

- Uh, Nick...

excuse me, I'm
in your chair.

- Ah, that's alright.

- Whose deal?

- [Simon]: Mine.
- [Burke]: Oh-oh!

- Let's go.

- Aahh...

- [Burke]: Make 'em good, Simon.

- [Simon]: Always... for me!

Yeah, I'll make 'em good.

- Well?

What did he say?

- He hasn't finished
reading them.

But he promised he'd come
right out and tell us

once he's made his decision.

- [Emil]: There's
no contest anyway.

We all know that Nat's
story's gonna win.

- I don't know, I'm not
sure about this one.

- Your work did seem
less polished, Nat.

- I know. I needed more
time to go through it.

- Well, I think all of your
stories were just marvelous.

- Hello everyone!

- Father.
- [Jo]: Oh, hello!

- Jo, how are you?

Sweetheart.

- When are we
going to Boston?

For the recital.

- Oh, yes, of course...

- Can we go tonight?

- Tonight... I'm
afraid I can't,

I've suddenly gotten so busy.
- [Jo]: Oh yes,

Amy told me you've been
working late a few nights.

- You know how things can pile
up. We can go tomorrow, Bess.

Perhaps your Aunt Jo will
bring you into town again.

- I'd be glad to.

- Then you and I can ride
into Boston together.

- Do you promise?

- I promise.

- Good.

- Laurie,

may I speak with you?

I, um,

I'm just wondering, have you
happened to see Nick in town?

- Oh yes, I
should've told you.

He's simply enjoying some time
with his friends at the tavern.

- Oh, at the tavern.

- Oh well, I wouldn't
worry about him.

- But Laurie, Nick
can be so impulsive.

I mean, he's not
responsible like you are.

- [Abbot]: May I have
your attention, everyone?

Let me commend all
your students, Mrs. Bhaer.

I enjoyed every story.

But one of them was
so inventive, so stirring.

It's called

"Freedom Takes
Flight in Concord"

written
by Miss Anthea Harding.

- I won?!

- Oh, Nan!!

I'm so proud of you.

- Such an accomplished
young writer.

Perhaps you can
come into town again.

I'd like to arrange some
time for an interview.

- You wanna interview me?

- Mm-hm.

- Raise.

- I'm out.

- Me too.

- Laurie?

- I'll see your raise.

- Two pair.

- Three queens.

- Riley,

you're to blame for
introducin' this guy.

- Yeah well,

we should call
it a night, huh?

- What're ya
talking about?

It's early.

I want a chance
to win my money back.

- Another time, Burke.

- Maybe we oughta get goin'.
- Well, if he wants

to keep losing, gentlemen,
who are we to stop him?

- Will ya listen to him?!

Ha, ha, alright mister,
shuffle those cards!

- [Nick]: Can I talk
to you for a second?

Laurie,

you should go home.

- I don't wanna go home,
I'm having a good time.

- Of course you are,
you're winning... for now.

Burke and that other fella,

they've been holdin'
back, waitin',

but once they start
playin' for real...

- For real? That's real
money on the table, Nick!

- Laurie, I know
how this works.

They draw ya in,
all friendly-like...

Then as soon as
ya get comfortable,

maybe tonight,
maybe tomorrow,

they pull out all the stops and
you end up losin' your shirt.

- I didn't realize you'd
have such a problem

with my playing here.
- I don't have a problem, I just

don't wanna see you get taken.

- I appreciate that,
but I can handle myself.

- I'm not sayin--
- Perhaps you should concentrate

on your own game.

You haven't won
a round all night.

- Hey, fellas...

Are you in?

- I'm in.

- I'm in too.

- Aunt Jo, may I
have a moment?

- Of course.

- Something's been
on my mind,

and I haven't mentioned it
because I'm not sure...

Here.

This is a story that
Nan wrote a month ago

entitled, "Intestines."

"Food goes into
your stomach"

"where it gets all churned
up and attacked by acid,"

"then it gets pushed into this
long tube called intestines."

Now this,

is "Freedom Takes
Flight in Concord"

her story for the Chronicle.

"As the valiant men
of Concord stood,"

"smoke still swirling
from their muskets,"

"the bird spread its wings
and soared skyward."

"Proud. Triumphant. Free."

- It's a big
improvement.

- And I'm always pleased when
students make big strides,

Nan's made big strides!

Too big.

- You don't think she's
done her own work.

I'll speak to her.
Thank you, Franz.

- [Bess]: It's the
Chesire String Quartet,

and they're
playing Mozart.

I just love Mozart,
Nan, don't you?

- Yeah, he's alright.

- "Alright"?!

He's only the most brilliant
composer in the world,

and he's our favorite.
Father's and mine.

- Oh my goodness, Bess!

Don't you look lovely!

- Thank you, Aunt Jo.

Father's always liked
this color on me.

- Bess,

would you mind waiting
for me downstairs?

I'd like to speak to Nan
before we head into town.

- Sure.

Bye, Nan.

- Have fun.

You want to speak
to me, Mrs. Jo?

- Yes.

You know, I just finished
reading your story again,

very carefully this time.

I couldn't help but notice

your choice of words,

your vocabulary, the imagery.

It was really
quite sophisticated.

- Oh, well, y'know I--

- You know, like the
bird, for instance.

What a beautiful metaphor!

- Metaphor?

- You know, symbol.

- Oh right, I, I used
the bird as a symbol.

- Mm-hm,

I just don't know how you
thought of such things.

- Oh well, I guess the
stuff kind of... came to me.

- She cheated, alright.

- She confessed?

- No. I can just tell.

- Did you
accuse her?

- No.

I want her conscience
to do the trick.

- Well I don't know,
Aunt Jo. I mean,

this story's gonna be
published in the newspaper.

Mr. Abbott is
gonna interview her.

With all the attention she's
getting, I don't think

Nan's conscience is gonna
rise to the occasion.

- You're right,

maybe she needs
a little push.

[ Footsteps ]

Nan?

- I was just gonna
start my chores.

- Oh good.

Listen, Franz and I
were just thinking...

Maybe we should
invite Mr. Abbott

to come here
to Plumfield.

That way he could
conduct the interview

in front of the classroom,
instead of at his office.

- Why would we wanna do that?

- Why?

Well, because then we could
see journalism in progress.

And Nan, this is
a very big deal!

It's not every day that one of
our students is interviewed,

right, Franz.

- Yeah, it, it'll
be qu-quite an event.

There you'll be, sitting
in front of everyone,

answering his
questions about you

and how you wrote your story.

- Everyone will be
watching and listening.

It'll be very exciting.

- That's a great idea, Mrs. Jo.

Let's invite him.

- Oh, I, I'll speak to
him when I'm in town.

- Great.

- Raise.

- I'll see your raise.
Raise ya 2 more.

- Aaggghhh!

- Too rich for my blood.

You've had a pretty
good run today, Laurie.

Why don't you quit
while you're ahead?

- I'll see it.

- Alright then, gentlemen...

- [Simon]: Pair of aces?

[ Sighs ]

Ugh! Not my day.

- Didn't think I was holdin'
those 2 aces, did ya?

- No I didn't.

- That's it for me.

- Hey, leavin' already?

- I know when to quit.

- So long, Simon.

- I'll see ya
around, Si.

- Simon.
- Boys.

- Well, I should be
leaving as well.

- Ah, not you too.

- I'm afraid I've
made other plans.

- Aah, don't leave me
with these amateurs.

- [Nick]: Laurie,
if ya gotta go--

- You're not like Simon,
Laurie, you play smart like me.

You know how to pace yourself.

- Well, I suppose I could, uh,
squeeze in a few more rounds.

- [Burke]: Alright
gentlemen, ante up.

- Nat, I know you
helped me out.

C'mon, will ya
just listen to me?

I know you made
a few suggestions.

- Suggestions?
That was my story.

- I was already
writing about Concord.

- Everyone was
writing about Concord!

That story you handed in,
that was mine, my ideas.

- Your idea was
to make me be a squirrel!

I came up with the bird.
- Big deal.

- It is a big deal and
that's why you're so mad.

- What?
- You're just jealous.

It's always "Oh, what
a wonderful story Nat wrote."

"Isn't he talented?"

Finally I wrote something
good for a change

and you just
can't stand it.

- Is that what you really think?

Well then, you're fooling
yourself about that one too.

- [Jo]: Whoa!

- Mother,

what are
you doing here?

- Don't worry, I'm
not coming along.

I only came to
see you off.

- Bess is so
excited, Amy.

- Is Father ready?

- He must've
stepped out.

- Oh, he's not here?

- I'm sure he'll be
back any minute.

- I wonder where is he?
- Are you lookin for Laurie,

Mrs. Laurence? Well,
he's at the tavern.

- The tavern?

- My husband?
- Well, I just left him there.

Good day, ladies.

- Aah,

I'm out.

- Well, that's just
you and me now, Laurie.

What's it gonna be?

- I'll match
your raise.

And raise you 4 more.

- That just cleaned you out.

I'll see your raise.

Raise ya 2 more.

- You can't do that.

- We didn't set any limits.

- [Laurie]: I, I don't have it.

- Oh wait, wait!

I'll, I'll write
you an I.O.U.

- Don't believe in 'em.

- Well, there must
be something...

- S'pose those'll do.

- My cufflinks?

- Laurie, don't.

- I'll win them right back.

- A full house...

Whaddaya know?

Hey, hey, hey,

not so fast...

I got one too.

My lucky ladies
beat your jacks.

- Alright, Burke,
fun's over.

Let's go.

- No, no, I'll win them back.
- Laurie...

- Wait. Here.

I'll bet my watch.

- [Nick]: That's enough...
- No, just one more game.

- It's over, Laurie.
- Don't!

- Bess...

- Bess!

- Bess! Wait!

Sweetheart!
Please, I want to talk to you.

- Let go of me!

I never want
to see you again!

- Laurie, ya gotta
go talk to 'em.

- I can't.

- Just explain--

- How do I explain gambling
away my daughter's gift?

- Ahh, seems pretty
clear to me.

You wanted to sit around,
play some cards,

have a few laughs
with the fellas.

You let things
get away from ya.

- Yes,

I wanted to be
one of the guys.

- Laurie, playin'
cards at the tavern,

that might not be the
right thing for you.

But y'know what?

Goin' to the ballet is not
the right thing for me.

But neither way makes you or
me any more or less of a man.

- You make it sound
so simple, Nick, but...

they won't understand.

- Yes, they will.

They love you, Laurie.

I never meant that much
to anybody, but if I did,

I know there'd be nothin'
that we couldn't get over.

I spoke to Burke.

He's willing to sell
you back your cufflinks.

- He is?

- You know him,

he'll probably charge ya
4 times what Bess paid for 'em.

- I don't care...

I want them back.

Thanks, Nick.

- How could he do this?

How could he lie to me, Jo,

telling me he's
been out working,

when he's been
out gambling!

- Amy...
- It's just so unlike him.

- I know.

Maybe Laurie was
drawn into it.

Listen, Amy,

when Nick started spending
so many evenings in town...

I encouraged Laurie
to look after him.

Maybe it was Nick.

- No, Jo.

Neither you nor
Nick are responsible.

It was my choice
to join that game.

In fact, Nick
made every effort

to keep me out
of trouble.

If it weren't for him,

I'd've made an even
bigger fool of myself,

and lost a great
deal more money.

- Don't be so
hard on yourself.

- I can't be
hard enough.

Amy, I'm sorry.

I've behaved very poorly

and shown a remarkable lack
of judgment and restraint.

I want to do whatever I can
to make things right again.

I hope you can forgive me.

- I'm not the one you should
be asking for forgiveness.

- Bess?

Sweetheart,

I know I've hurt
you terribly.

I'd do anything to take
back what I've done.

Betting on cards,
losing your gift...

- It's not just
the cufflinks,

it's you!

I never thought you could
do something like that.

- I made a foolish and
thoughtless mistake.

But I promise to try my best

never to disappoint
you like that again.

You don't need
to answer me now,

but there's another
recital tomorrow, and...

I hope you'll do me the
honor and let me escort you.

Alright, then.

Bess,

I love you more than
anything in the world.

- Imagine! A whole story in the
newspaper, just about you!

- I never knew
anyone famous before.

- Nat?

Y'know, you're gonna write
a lot of great stories.

Probably have folks writin'
about ya all the time...

This might be
my only chance.

- I, uh, thought you'd
like to see this.

It's a test sheet I
printed of your story.

That's how it will appear
in the Chronicle tomorrow.

You see your name there?

- Yes. Thank you.

- Nan, I think
I was most taken

with your use of the bird
in the story.

First, the way it allowed
you to describe the battle

from several different
perspectives...

... from different
points of view.

- You mean how it
looked from all over?

- Yes...

And then by the end, of course,
you used the bird as a symbol.

- Yes, I did.

- Could you talk
a little bit about that?

Tell me, what did you want
the bird to represent?

- Oh,

y'know,

the way it flies

with it, with its wings
and everything.

Up and down
in, in the sky.

It was kind of, um,
it was sort of,

it was, um,

um...

- Y-you remember, Nan--

You told me when the bird spread
its wings and flew up in the sky

it felt so free and powerful,

like nothing could stop it.

The future was wide open to him.
Just like those Minutemen felt

when they were fighting
for an independent country.

- That's what I meant.

Exactly.

- Mm-hm,

I see.

- Nat?

Why did ya help
me like that?

- 'Cause you're my friend.

- Why don't you go on
in and get washed up.

- Sure.

- Oh, Laurie.

- Hello, Jo.
- It's nice to see you.

- I've come to take
Bess to the recital.

- I know,

but I'm afraid she hasn't
left her room all day.

- I'm ready.

- Are you sure?

- Yes. After all,
they're playing Mozart.

And he is our favorite, Father.

- Yes.

Yes, indeed he is.

Shall we?

- Your cufflinks...

- Well, I couldn't bear
losing such a precious gift.

- Have a wonderful time!

Bye, bye.

I'm sorry, Nick.

- For what?

- For asking Laurie
to look after you.

- I can look
after myself.

- I know.

But we care
about you here.

You're very important
to this school.

- It's not my
story, Mrs. Jo.

Nat wrote it. He helped
me when I couldn't.

- Well, I'm glad you're
finally telling me.

- I know I should've
told you sooner but

I was so caught
up in all the fuss,

and you being
so proud of me.

- Nan...

As long as you're
trying your best,

I'm always proud of you.

And you should be
proud of yourself.

Do you understand?

- The newspaper.

The story's already
being printed.

- Maybe we can
still make it.

- Good morning, Mrs. Jo.

- Good morning, Nat.

I just picked up a couple of
copies of the special edition.

I thought you might like
to see it. It's on page 3.

- Oh sure, I guess.

- Great story.

Did you write
it yourself?

- Well, actually, a friend
gave a few suggestions.

- Really?

- Yeah. The bird?
That was her idea.

- That's my favorite part.
- Really?

Hey, race ya!