All language subtitles for family_affair_s01e04_the_matter_of_school

Well, what's the secret?

The secret is we have to get out of Mr.
French's hair.

Like Sissy got out of your hair.

Out of my hair?

Yes, sir.

Did Sissy tell you that?

Yes, sir.

Who ever gave her an idea like that?

Begging your pardon, sir, you did.

Hey, what's all the noise?

I thought I was going to get to sleep
late.

I'm sorry, sir, but the children
insisted on making shambles of your

sir, while trying to find the so -called
pundits.

Has it occurred to you tomorrow is the
first day of school?

No, sir.

Up to now, it has been a matter of total
disinterest.

Well, it is.

We have to figure out where they go.

Maybe Sissy's got some ideas.

I'm afraid Miss Sissy went to the
grocery, sir.

I suspect there's some added attraction
beyond the canned goods.

What? Oh, nothing, sir.

Um, I wouldn't worry about Miss Sissy if
I were you anyway, sir.

We're bound to find a good private
school for the young lady.

Ah, excuse me, sir.

I've just been talking to Miss
Faversham, and she suggested Miss

school for young ladies, sir.

It's only 50 miles from London.

London? Yes, sir. And if my memory
serves me correctly, the daughter of the

of Linsley attended Miss Haycroft and
later married into the family of Lord

Dinsmore, sir.

French, I don't want to get her married
off. I just want to get her into school

tomorrow. I'm not going to separate
those kids again unless it's their own

choice.

As you wish, sir. In that case, we'll
have to find something closer.

Yeah, like in the neighborhood. You
know, where she can come home for lunch

see Buffy and Jody in the evenings.

Yes, sir. Miss Favisham is a very
knowledgeable governess. She also

the Briarfield School.

Ah, where's that?

Connecticut.

Well, you're getting closer.

Established in the 18th century, sir.

I understand that it's considered rather
aged by North American standards. Oh,

it sure is. Eighteenth century.

They ought to know what they're doing by
now.

Well, good morning, Sissy.

Good morning.

Uncle Bill, I just heard.

School starts tomorrow in New York City.
Yeah, we know.

Buffy and Jody went to kindergarten in
Terre Haute, so they'll be entering the

first grade.

Mm -hmm.

Now the question is, what are we going
to do with you, huh?

Well, I hear Lexi High is a good school.

And it's right over on Lexington. I
could walk.

A friend's just mentioned a private
school in Connecticut.

I mean, if you like that sort of thing.

You mean one of those where you live at
school?

Yeah. Well, you come home weekends, I
guess. Sure.

Oh, excuse me, sir.

Oh, I'll get it. That's Freddy
delivering the groceries.

Freddy? To be sure, sir.

Freddy.

We don't usually deliver on Sunday.

But in your case... Freddy, Lexi is a
good school, isn't it? Good? Why, we won

the city basketball championship last
season.

Hello, Mr. Davis.

Hi, Freddy.

How's your mother? She's fine.

Got a real nice girl here, Mr. Davis.

Yeah, yeah, we think so.

I'm glad you two met.

Sissy's kind of a stranger in town, you
know.

She won't be for long.

Not after I show her around Lexi.

Oh.

Say, what about Lexi?

She's the greatest. We have kids from
penthouses and we have kids from

basements. Do they teach you anything?

Sure, the works. Things you can use,
too.

Like English and gymnasium and shops.

The girls do home economics.

Excuse me, I gotta hurry back.

Sissy, you get a minute this afternoon.

Stop by. I'll fill you in on the
teachers who are soft touches.

So long, Mr. Davis.

How'd you meet Freddy?

I'm not sure.

I was trying to help Mr. French with
shopping and...

Before I knew it, Freddy was carrying
the ten pounds of potatoes.

Well, I'd better fix my hair if I'm
going out to the grocery again.

Hi. Big day. Five customers.

Freddy, I don't know about Lexi.

What else is there? Trade school?

Private school.

Are you kidding?

Lexi's good enough for anybody.

That isn't the idea.

You see, the three of his kids were
dumped on Uncle Bill.

He's a bachelor.

We've made his life kind of a turmoil.

I think he'd welcome me living at school
all week.

Only he's too nice to say so.

Uncle Bill, why can't I go back to Kitty
Garden?

too odd, Jody. We have to go to first
grade.

I like sandbox and single paints.

Well, sure you do, but now you're going
to learn how to read and write and all

kind of good things like that, see?

Now, what about you?

Make up your mind whether it's going to
be Briarfield or Lexie High?

Whatever you say, Uncle Bill.

Miss Sissy, a school like Briarfield
prepares you for becoming a young lady.

You will emerge from its ivy -covered
halls ready to take your place in

Yeah, if you like that sort of thing.
Oh, and I've investigated the living

accommodations very carefully, and
they're quite satisfactory.

Uncle Bill, I don't want Sissy to move
away again.

Well, she's not going to move away,
Jody. She's just going to go away to

for a while. She'll come home every
weekend.

Besides, it's a very nice school.

Thanks, Uncle Bill.

Let's say it's Briarfield.

You sure now?

I'm sure.

Okay. I'll take you up there tomorrow
morning myself.

Oh, I've got that conference with the
Kabul and company at 9 o 'clock. Well,

we'll postpone it for a couple of hours.

Uncle Bill, don't bother. I can take the
train.

I'll find Briarfield by myself.

Not on your life, you won't. I want to
see what you're getting into.

That leaves you, French.

You can take Buffy and Jody to school to
register tomorrow.

Me, sir?

Who else?

I can't believe it.

No, I just can't believe it.

They've come all the way from
Afghanistan just to hear our proposals.

Of course, I'll do the best I can.

But how do you tell Kabul and company
that Davis of Davis and Gaynor is going

escort his 15 -year -old niece to
school?

Good morning. Good morning,

gentlemen. Good morning, Mr. Gaynor. I
must apologize for Mr. Cavill. He's been

unavoidably detained for a few hours.

Oh? It seems he must escort his daughter
to the American school for the first

date. He's a very good father.

Oh, well, I understand, gentlemen.

Have a seat.

Now, have you got everything?

Yeah. Okay, well, if you find out you
need something else when you get up

just go out and buy it, or else call us,
and then we'll get it for you, and

we'll send it up to you.

Okay.

Well, sir, how'd you like them?

I think they're rather well turned out.

I feel like I'm good for Sunday school,
not Monday school.

He's kind of on the formal side, don't
you think, Frank?

Oh, give me no sir, no sir. First
impression's the most important.

Come on, kids, let's go now.

The names are Buffy and Jody Davis.

Buffy? That's a very odd name, Mr.
Davis.

My name is Mr. French.

Mr. Davis is our uncle.

Residing at 600 East 62nd Street. Now,
madam, may we please continue with the

registration?

Very well.

Do you have their birth certificates?

Oh, I'm afraid not.

Birth certificates are required, Mr.
French. It's a rule of the system.

These children were born, madam. They
did not pop out of the ground.

We were born into a hut.

Together. We're boy and girl twins.

I'm the boy. She's the girl.

Oh, very well. Mr. Davis will acquire
the certificate, madam. Now, I suggest

that you register these children first
grade, if you please.

Very well. We'll make an exception since
they're from out of town.

But you will have Mr. Davis send in the
birth certificates as soon as possible.

Now, have they been vaccinated?

Oh, uh, have you?

Sure. What on my arm?

I got it here.

Never mind.

We will assume that they have been
vaccinated.

Now... At our school, we have two
sessions, Mr. French, morning and

Which do you prefer?

Would it be possible for them to attend
both, madam?

No, I'm afraid not.

Let's take a look at the afternoon
session.

That would be good.

Then in the morning, we can help Mr.
French with the dusting. And the

and the washing, and the vacuuming.

I am Mr.

Davis's gentleman's gentleman, madam.

Oh, really?

I've never met one before.

He's like Kilda, the housekeeper lady
back home.

Only Mr. Branch wears pants.

Oh, dear, the afternoon class seems to
be filled.

It'll have to be the morning.

They can be picked up at one o 'clock.

Barbara, will you take the Davis
children to 103, room 204, please?

Just a moment, please.

Now, children, I shall return at
precisely one o 'clock. You are not to

away from the school grounds. Do you
understand?

Thank you. Come, children.

Bye, Mr. French.

Madam, I suggest that you start them on
their first Latin lessons as soon as

possible.

There may be all sorts of languages in
their class, Mr. Finch, but I'm afraid

Latin.

Well, I sure appreciate you keeping an
eye on her, Miss Hedgerup. At least she

gets kind of used to living in school.

Oh, well, I'll get along fine here,
Uncle Bill.

It's a beautiful place to live.

Sure, it's pretty nice.

I mean, it's beautiful. It is beautiful.

Well, if you have any problems, honey,
just call me. Okay? Bye -bye.

Bye, Miss Hedger.

Don't worry about your niece, Mr. Davis.

Goodbye.

Uncle Bill?

If you're busy this weekend, I'm sure I
could arrange to stay here.

Now, look, sissy, it's bad enough having
you away all week.

I'm going to drive up here on Friday and
take you back with me, and then the two

of us are going to make a night of it,
see?

We're going to have dinner at 21, and
then we're going to go see what he

that new musical, and afterwards we're
going to go to a nightclub and see a

show. You can sleep all you want on
Saturday, okay?

Uncle Bill, I've never been to a
nightclub in my life.

Come to think of it, I've never seen a
musical.

I don't even know what a 21 is.

It's a restaurant.

Strictly very dressy.

Welcome home, Miss Sissy.

Oh, Sissy, I... It's Friday. I forgot to
pick you up. I'm sorry.

Come on. Allow me.

Thanks, Mr. French.

I've been so tied up with these
negotiations, I forgot what day it is.

I'm sorry.

I knew something had happened.

It was no problem. I hitched a ride in
with Betty Pillay and her father.

Well, um, everything okay there,
Briarfield?

Of course.

It's a wonderful school.

I'm getting along fine.

Well, don't let me interfere with your
work.

I'll just freshen up. It's okay.

I'll see you later.

There you are, Bill.

Thank you.

Gentlemen, sign, seal, and deliver.

Tonight, we must celebrate.

I have arranged a special dinner to be
prepared by the chef from our embassy.

Thank you. After all, Mr. Davis, you
will be working in Afghanistan for many

months. You had better sample our
cooking in advance.

Fine, fine. Gentlemen, it will be a
pleasure.

Thank you.

Good night, gentlemen.

Good night.

French, Mr. Gaynor and I are going to
have dinner at the embassy with these

gentlemen, so just give the kids
whatever they like for dinner, all

I may be quite late. Good night.

Good night, sir.

Uncle Bill?

Uncle Bill?

Yes, Miss Sissy. Can I be of assistance?

Mr. French, am I dressed all right to go
out tonight?

Out, Miss Sissy?

Yes, with Uncle Bill.

We made a date for tonight when you
drove me to Briarfield.

Dinner at 21, a musical, and a
nightclub.

It will be my first real grown -up
evening.

I'm sorry, Miss Sissy, but Mr. Davis has
gone out for the evening.

You see, he signed the final contracts
with the Afghanistani gentlemen, and

invited him out to celebrate.

You know what it is. He's been so...

preoccupied or all his business that I'm
afraid he forgot your plans.

Well, that's okay.

Something like a big contract, anybody
could understand how tonight would slip

his mind.

Well, if you wish, I could try and
contact Mr. Davis.

Oh, no, please don't.

They'll be other night.

And please, don't tell him.

He'd feel just awful.

As you wish, Miss Sissy.

Well, I think I'll change. I'd better
save this dress.

Oh, Miss Sissy, I planned to serve
dinner on the terrace by candlelight.

In my opinion, you are dressed quite
properly.

Thanks, Mr. French.

It did, didn't it?

I don't see why you have to go up in
that school in Connecticut.

Connecticut?

We have plenty of room, Buffy and me.

Mrs. Beasley would like to know that,
too.

Mrs. Beasley, I'm going to stay at
Briarfield.

So I'm out of Uncle Bill's hair.

Out of his hair?

Uncle Bill is a busy man.

He doesn't have time for a pack of kids.

Well, at least one of us ought to be out
of his hair.

I'm the oldest and the biggest bother.

Oh.

Come in.

Listen, it's only five o 'clock. Why
don't you stay and have dinner with us

I'll drive you up there to Briarfield.

That would be nice, but...

Eddie's folks are picking me up in 15
minutes.

Well, can't you call and tell them?

I'm sorry. It's too late.

They're on the way.

We haven't had a chance to talk yet.
I've been tied up the whole weekend.

That's all right.

If you're worried about me getting along
at Briarfield, there's no need.

I adjust.

I'll tell you what. Look, I have to go
to Afghanistan next week, but the first

weekend when I get back. Uncle Bill,
I've met some of the kids who...

stay at school weekends, too.

They really have a ball.

If it's all right with you, I won't come
home until the Christmas holiday.

Christmas holiday?

Oh,

there's a Miss Betty downstairs, Miss
Sissy.

Oh, that's it.

I have to run.

Bye, kids. Bye.

Don't worry about me. I sold everything.
Bye. Oh, wait a minute, Sissy.

Do you think we're in Uncle Bill's hair?

No. I think we're in Mr.

French's hair.

Mrs. Brown, have you any idea of the
whereabouts of Buffy and Jody? I gave

strict instructions to wait me at the
school steps.

Well, I saw them walking down the street
with little Murray Burns towards 2nd

Avenue.

Thank you, Mrs. Brown.

as soon as he takes his cab to the
garage.

Think you'll do it for us, Molly?

Sure, as long as you pay him. We don't
have any money.

Okay, just use your credit card.

Here you are.

Hi, Mr.

Burns. What are you doing here, a full
block away?

We're waiting for Mary's father.

Oh, and who is Mary's father?

Mr. Burns, the best cab driver in town.

Mr. Bourne. Oh, what about?

It's a secret.

Oh, really? Well, good day, Master
Murray.

What about our deal?

It's still cold.

We'll try again tomorrow.

Oh, come on.

And there they were, sir, discussing
some transaction with an

urchin named Murray. What transaction?

It's a secret.

drives a taxi.

We were going to hire him to take us to
Connecticut.

Connecticut, sir.

Do you kids miss Sissy that much?

Sure, but that's not the secret.

Well, what's the secret?

The secret is we have to get out of Mr.
French's hair.

Like Sissy got out of your hair.

Out of my hair?

Yes, sir.

Did Sissy tell you that?

Yes, sir.

Who ever gave her an idea like that?

Begging your pardon, sir, you did.

From me?

If you recall, sir, a matter of taking
Miss Sissy to dinner last weekend at the

21.

Twenty -one.

All right.

Cancel my plane reservation. Make it for
the first plane out in the morning. I'm

going to drive up to Connecticut right
now.

Yes, sir.

That's Kennycutt.

Yeah, I know.

Kennycutt only. She's not going to go to
school in Kennycutt. She's going to go

to Lexi High right here.

I'm calling on behalf of Mr. William
Davis.

Yes, his favorite table, please.

Downstairs. Two at 7 p .m.

Mr. Davis will have his usual aperitif.

Oh, but he's being accompanied by a
young lady.

May I suggest for her... Shirley Temple?

Quite.

Thank you. Good evening.

Theater tickets are in your inside
pocket.

I made inquiries as to the nightclub
entertainment.

Quite suitable, sir.

Okay. Now we're presentable, sir.

Fine.

Sorry to keep you waiting, Uncle Bill.

It was worth it.

All right, you two, off to bed, quickly.

Susie looks so grown up.

Is she still our sister?

Not tonight.

She's like Cinderella.

But tomorrow, she'll be our sister
again.

Yes, well, all right, come on, quickly,
quickly, quickly.