All language subtitles for maude_s06e04_victoria_s_boyfriend

Lady Godiva was a freedom rider.

She didn't care if the whole world
looked.

Joan of Arc was the Lord to guide her.
She was a sister who really could.

Isadora was the first bra burner. Ain't
you glad she showed up?

Oh, yeah.

The country was falling apart.

Betsy Ross got it all sewed up.

And Bethesda's gone. God, I'm gone.

Walter!

Walter! Walter!

Where's the coffee? Never mind, Walter.
This is important.

Nothing's more important than my morning
coffee.

Walter, Victoria's bed has not been
slept in. She hasn't been home all

This morning, she's nowhere to be found.

Neither is the coffee.

For all we know, Walter, our housekeeper
could be lying dead somewhere.

I mean, maybe it doesn't matter to you,
but Victoria is more than just a

housekeeper to me. She's more like my
daughter.

Maude, Victoria's probably all right.
She's most likely out with her new

boyfriend. Now, tell me where she keeps
the coffee.

Did you look in the can marked coffee?

Yes! There's flour in it!

Then did you look in the can marked
flour?

No.

Well, doesn't it figure that if there is
flour in the coffee can, that there

might be something other than flour in
the flour can, like sugar?

Hello?

Victoria Butterfield, who's calling,
please?

Oh, of course I know who you are, Mr.
Butterfield. Victoria talks about you

the time, but I thought you live in the
West Indies.

I see.

How interesting.

Walter, Walter, it's Victoria's father.
He's a steward for Royal West Indies

Airlines, and he's in New York on a
layover.

If he's an airline steward, ask him to
bring me a cup of coffee.

Why am I including you in on this
conversation?

I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Buck... Oh,
Victoria, um...

I sent her out to do some shopping for
me.

Oh, well, if you're at the Tuckahoe
Railway Station, then you're only ten

minutes away.

Right, we'll see you then.

Ta -ta.

Walter, what are you going to do? We
can't let him know that Victoria was out

all night. What will he think? Carol!
And if Carol doesn't know where she is,

Walter, we're going to have to call the
hospital, the police, possibly even the

morgue. You're starting to panic, and
that's not going to do any good at all.

You're right, honey, I'm sorry.

Now, let's talk this over quietly and
calmly, and let's try to figure it out

rationally. Of course.

Now, where do you think she hid the
coffins?

Carol! Carol!

Carol, wake up and come right down here.
I have something important to ask you.

Carol!

Carol, did you hear me?

What do you want, Mother?

were you?

I was watching the sunrise.

Watching the sunrise.

The people at Coppertone salute you.

Who were you with?

Mother, I am a little upset. I really
don't want to discuss it.

Okay. If it's that painful, we won't
discuss it. Thank you.

The subject is closed.

Good. Who were you with?

Mother, it is none of your business. I
do not want to discuss it. What do you

mean it is none of my business? I happen
to be your mother and I...

Oh, thank heavens.

You had me worried to death. Where have
you been?

I was out with George, and we stayed up
to see the sunrise.

You cute little minx, you. You and
George are getting very serious, aren't

Momentito.

What is this cute little minx business
with Victoria, but when I stay out all

night, you yell at me?

My darling, there is a great difference
between a minx and a mink.

Walter, our Victoria is in love.

Act interested.

I'm sorry.

Victoria, this George of yours, is he a
pretty bright guy?

Oh, very bright.

Well, then, do you think he'd know where
I could find some coffee around here?

No. Mrs. Finley told me not to buy any
until it went down to a dollar a pound.

I do vaguely remember having said
something like that. You really take the

I mean, holding me hostage in a price
war.

You're really something else more. You
really are.

I'm going over to the hormones and
borrow some coffee from them. What do

think of that?

Actually, I'm rather pleased he's gone.

Victoria, I almost forgot. I have a
surprise for you.

Guess who is on his way over here?

Who?

Your father.

Oh, what are you talking about? He is
right here in Tuckahoe. He should be

any moment.

Oh, how nice.

Honey, is there something wrong? No.

Are you sure?

No, nothing's wrong.

I'm very happy my father's coming.

Just a minute, Victoria.

I can tell when someone is troubled.

I have an eye for that, right, Carol?

I'd say nose is a better word.

Carol, Carol, Carol.

My fondest wish.

is that when I'm 83, you won't have
enough money to send me to a home.

Victoria.

Victoria, I find that if you're
troubled, if you confide in someone you

respect, the burden is much easier to
bear.

You're right, Mrs. Finley.

Thank you.

Carol, let's talk in the kitchen.

Wait a minute!

Seriously, wouldn't you like someone
who's a little bit older and a little

wiser to help you with your problems?

No.

Well, at least now I have some hot
coffee.

Arthur sold it to me for 75 cents.

Oh, Victoria, George is a very nice
-looking guy.

I know.

But if my father finds out that George
isn't a West Indian, he's going to

that I break off with him.

But you're a grown woman.

Yes, but my father's very forceful and
domineering and strong.

Just like my mother.

Well, not that strong.

Victoria, we have the same problem.

Parents.

A couple of months ago, I was going out
with a guy named Eddie Winslow.

He was married and hadn't gotten around
to getting a divorce. Well, my mother

found out about it and hit the roof.

I had to break off with him and swear to
her that I would never see him again.

And that's who you were with last night?

Right. But I haven't told her because I
wanted to spare myself the hassle.

All right, you two, I'm going to level
with you. Not being in on this is

me batty.

I really feel I can help. Victoria, I
consider you my daughter. And Carol,

you're like a daughter to me, too.

Father Cumming, I don't want him to see
me like this. Wait, please.

Victoria, please, wait a minute. I
really feel that I can help.

Do you know that in China, age is
revered for its wisdom?

Let's go upstairs and change. Right.

The last time I believe a fortune
cooker.

Walter, I want you to see a picture of
Victoria's boyfriend.

Walter, where are you?

Oh, I know where he went. He took the
sports page.

Victoria!

Good morning. Good morning.

You are Mrs. Finlay. Yes, and with the
lilt of the West Indies in your speech,

you must be Victoria's father.

Enter our house and partake of our
hospitality as the hummingbird sucks on

mango.

I beg your pardon.

Well, I guess if you've seen one
hummingbird suck a mango, you've seen

Please sit down. Sit down. Victoria
should be down any moment.

Oh, you must be so terribly proud of
her. Do you know that in night school,

is one of the brightest students in her
class? She'll make a marvelous nurse.

I'm very glad to hear you say that.

Plus, I have a feeling that in a very
short time, you may be losing a

Oh? Don't they make a handsome couple?

absolutely gaga about each other.

Well, he seems a nice -looking chap.

Do you know which island he comes from?

St. Croix?

St. Thomas? I believe St.

Louis.

St.

Louis? Missouri.

Father!

Girl, how could you do such a terrible
thing to me?

Oh, please, Papa, don't be upset.

But he's an American.

I'm astonished.

Just a moment, Mr. Butterfield. You mean
you're upset because Victoria's

boyfriend is an American?

No. I'm upset because Victoria's
boyfriend is a Negro.

So

he

is.

Maybe I should explain.

Amongst old -fashioned island people...
Old -fashioned?

Old -fashioned.

It's not acceptable for a West Indian to
become involved with an American black.

I knew it.

I should never have let you come to this
country.

As soon as you get here, right away, you
start passing for black.

She certainly had me fooled.

Victoria, I have no choice but to take
you back to St. Norman with me. Now go

upstairs and pack your things.

Father, you can't be serious.

You just can't ask me to leave like
this.

What about my job? What about my school?

Victoria, I gave you a direct order.

Now go upstairs and pack.

Remember. I am your father.

Just a minute, Mr.

Butterfield. I'm afraid that Victoria is
not the timid little daughter you knew

back on St. Norman.

Since she has been in this house, she's
become a very proud, forceful woman. And

if you think you can just snap your
fingers and expect her to pay any

at all, well, you are living in a fool's
paradise.

Victoria, no.

On the other hand, I could be wrong.

Victoria, please, come back down.

Well, that's settled.

Now, while Victoria is packing, if
you'll excuse me, I'm going out for a

sandwich. Mr.

Butterfield, your daughter is upstairs,
crushed, devastated.

What kind of a man would go out for a
sandwich at a time like this? I don't

to discuss my decisions with a stranger.

But I'm certainly... Especially a woman.

Especially a woman. You hate blacks. Now
you hate women. Is there anything else

you hate?

Yes. Aunt Jemima pancakes.

Mr.

Butterfield, I'll have you know that I
am proud to be a woman. I cherish the

fact that I am a woman. Above all else,
I am a woman.

Good. Very good indeed. In that case,
you make me a sandwich.

Jung!

I'm going to ignore that remark.

But I'll tell you right now, I am not
allowing Victoria to leave this house

unless it is her decision as a liberated
woman.

As a what?

Surely even on St. Norman you've heard
of a liberated woman.

Oh, yes. We have the bones of one of
them in our museum.

I have never allowed myself to say this
to a black person before, but I don't

like you.

Victoria, no dilly -dallying. Go on with
your packing. I just came down to get

an aspirin.

I can't get any from upstairs because
the bathroom door is locked.

And now while we're waiting for my
daughter, and since I can't get a

perhaps you'd be kind enough to lend me
your sports section.

The sports section, I'm afraid it's not
available.

We keep it locked in the bathroom.

Then perhaps a cup of coffee?

Actually, that's locked in the bathroom,
too.

I just talked to Victoria.

Carol, I'd like you to meet Mr.
Butterfield. This is Victoria's father,

daughter, Carol. How do you do? Hello.

This is so sad.

It is not sad.

I am not allowing Mr.

Butterfield to take Victoria anywhere
against her will.

Oh, but that's just it. Victoria wants
to go with him. She just told me.

I can't believe it.

Typical woman.

Can't face facts.

I should have cold -cocked you when I
had the chance.

Victoria, Carol just told me something
that I cannot believe. That you want to

go back with your father.

That's true, Mom.

Victoria, you'd be going against your
will.

Please, try to understand.

I have to go back with my father.

Victoria, even if it means giving up
your happiness and your independence and

your only chance for a fulfilling
life... What are the ways there to show

father that I love him?

Have you ever considered a nice tie at
Christmas?

I'm sorry.

I'm very sad.

But I have to do my duty as a daughter.
Oh, Victoria. Victoria, a false sense of

duty can be a very tragic thing.

I'm going to tell you a story from my
own experience.

Once there were two sisters.

One was very frivolous, only interested
in having a good time.

The other was more serious and more
responsible.

Well, one day, their mother became
terribly ill.

The doctor assured them that, yes, she
would recover, but she would require

constant attention for at least a year.

Well, the frivolous sister said, let's
hire a nurse. After all, we have our own

lives to live. But the serious sister
said, no, I will take care of her. It is

my duty as a daughter.

Well, because of that false sense of
duty, the responsible sister gave up one

whole year of her life.

And she became very bitter and very
resentful because of all the happiness

she had sacrificed. And the mother,
sensing this, became angry with the

daughter. And Victoria, to this day, my
mother and my sister do not speak to

each other.

You never told me that story.

So?

Your only duty to your father, Victoria,
is to be honest with him and tell him

exactly how you feel.

But my father wouldn't like that at all.

He'd get angry with me. We'd fight.

Victoria, fighting is a very healthy
thing to do. Carol and I fight all the

time. That's for sure. Do you mind? I'm
talking.

What we do is a very loving thing. It
means that we're able to express to each

other exactly what we feel.

Like a couple of months ago, Carol was
running around with this jerk, Eddie

Winter. Mother, don't be stupid. Eddie
is not a jerk.

How I love you for that.

Anyway, this jerk, Eddie Winter.

pretended he was getting a divorce, but
he was just stringing Carol along.

Oh, we fought long and hard about that,
didn't we, Carol? We certainly did.

But thank heaven, Carol came to her
senses and broke it up with that jerk

Winslow. But even if she hadn't,
Victoria, I'd still love her.

But I think I love her just a little bit
more because she had the courage to

stand up for what she believed.

That was beautiful.

It's from the heart.

Well, I have to tell you something from
the heart.

I was out all night last night with
Eddie Winslow.

I love you for telling me that.

Now go and pack. You're leaving with
her.

I thought you were going to love me no
matter what I did. How could I possibly

love anybody who's a bigger jerk than
Eddie Winslow?

Mother, I have my own life to live,
which you seem to forget.

And who gave you that life?

Oh, the pain.

Do you have any idea what you weighed at
birth?

Not enough.

Mother, I am old enough to have a son of
my own. I am old enough to be your

mother. And in case you don't know it, I
am your mother.

Oh,

Father, it's beautiful.

What is all that racket out there?

Father, that's Mrs. Finley and her
daughter. They're fighting.

That's a disgrace.

No, it isn't, Father. It's beautiful.

They're completely open and honest.
Liar!

I say it is a disgrace for a daughter to
raise her voice to her mother. Even

that mother.

Father, no, it isn't. Not always. Yes,
it is, girl.

Don't you remember the story of the
sassy little parrot?

The little parrot was hanging by his
beak from the branch of a planting tree.

Down below him was a big old alligator,
his jaws wide open.

The parrot's daddy said, Baba, don't you
hang by your beak from that tree?

And the little parrot said, why not?

That is the last time that parrot ever
questioned his daddy.

Baba, I don't want to go back with you.

What? What are you saying?

Father.

Do you have any idea who I really am or
what I really feel right now?

Victoria Ramsey Butterfield, march up
those stairs this minute and finish your

packing.

This is the last time I'm going to say
this to you. I am your father.

Can this be my daughter?

Try to understand, Papa.

I'm doing this because I love you. And I
love you enough to let you know exactly

what my feelings are.

That is the first time you ever kissed
me without my telling you to.

But it's the first time I've really felt
that I could.

I see you are determined.

And it's all because of that big
bodacious woman.

My only hope is that her bones end up in
our museum.

Papa, don't fight me on this.

Please.

All right.

Victoria.

Now tell me, is it serious with this
college fellow?

It could be.

Before you do anything rash, think of
the children.

I don't care how long you were in labor
with me. Of course you don't. Even then,

all you thought about was yourself.

Listen, Mother, what I do with that jerk
Eddie Winslow is my own business.

I'm just doing what you told Victoria to
do. You told her to run her life. Well,

I'm going to run my life. Right into the
ground.

Mrs. Finley, guess what?

I'm not going back with my father.

Good. He can take Carol.

I think our Mr. Shakespeare said it
best.

How sharper than a serpent's tooth is an
ungrateful child.

Our Mr.

Shakespeare. Boy, when you decide not to
be black, you pull out all the stop

-stops.

For Mrs.

Finlay, we should call it truth.

After all, we're both in the same boat.

How did that happen?

It had something to do with love.

Love, the greatest homewrecker of them
all.

Mrs. Finlay, may I take you out for a
sandwich?

Why don't I make one for both of us?

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