All language subtitles for family_affair_s03e26_the_matter_of_dignity

Now, Mr.

Dimmesdale, may I introduce Miss Buffy
and Master Jody?

How do it all.

Peace meet you, Mr. Dimmesdale.

Hi, Mr. Dimmesdale.

Now, off you go, homeward. Yes, sir.
Yes, sir.

This establishment has style.

Not quite Glenmore Castle, but... Oh, it
has its own advantages, you know.

Oh, excuse me, Will.

Yes. Uh, this the Davis pad?

Yes, yes.

I presume you're calling for Miss Sissy?

Right. What's up with the little bird
man? I'm ready to fly.

Oh, Sissy, there's a gentleman to see
you.

Oh, hi.

Mr. French, this is Gopher Resnick.

Let's drift. They're waiting for us at
the Blacklight Bazaar.

Sissy, is it... possible that this
gopher proposes to escort you to a

place?

Right. He wants to take me dancing.

I'm sorry, Sissy, but I must forbid it.
The young man is shoeless.

You got something against feet, man?

Not in their proper place, no. The
cradle, the seashore, or the shower.

Are you for real?

as real as this door.

Good day, sir.

Splendid.

I'm sorry, Sissy.

Oh, I'm not.

Thanks for getting rid of him. I can't
understand what he's talking about half

the time.

Quite so.

Oh, may I introduce you to a former
colleague of mine, Mr. Dimmesdale, Miss

Sissy. Hello.

Hello.

Well, back to the old homework.

Charming. You obviously have full
authority, Giles.

Ah, Mr. Davies.

Hi.

Sir, this is Mr. Alfred Dimmesdale. We
were in service together some years ago.

I think so.

Visiting in New York? No, sir, I shall
stay if I'm able to secure a suitable

employment. Ah, yes, Mr.

Dimmesdale is seeking a position of a
gentleman's gentleman, sir. I must say,

envy Mr. French, his exceptional
situation here.

Well, I thought I was perhaps among some
of your friends.

Oh, sure, yeah, I'll ask around.

Glad to. Thank you very much, Mr. Davis.

Again, a pleasure to meet you and your
delightful family.

Giles. Excuse me, sir.

We'll let you know if I hear anything.

Yes, we'll be in touch, Alfred.

Old friend of yours, huh?

Oh, yes, sir. He, his sister, and I were
in service together a very long time

ago.

Oh, if you'll excuse me, sir, I have a
seat to do that. Right.

Your luncheon engagement with Mr. Krause
is confirmed.

The 2 .30 meeting with Cahill and
Weikert has been shifted to three.

There are calls from Mr. Sloan, the
Milford people, and Mr. Burns.

I didn't open it. It was marked
personal.

You

think

you know you're Mr. French.

You don't.

He's not fit to be in any nice home.

I'm sorry.

You don't need to be sorry.

Somebody's got a sick mind.

Most unpleasant, sir.

You went to a lot of trouble to put that
together.

Was that all, sir?

Yes, Lincoln.

Uncle Bill!

You're late!

You're late.

We went to the drugstore for sodas, then
we went to the park, then we went

shopping with Sissy. What did you buy?
We didn't buy anything.

Uncle Bill, when girls go shopping, all
they do is look.

And look, and look, and look.

Next time we go shopping, can Mrs.
Beasley come too? She needs new glasses.

I have nothing.

When people say nothing, it means
something.

Uncle Bill. Yeah. This was in the
mailbox. No stamp or postmark. Just my

Oh, dandy. After what happened in
London, Mr. French does not belong in an

Anastasio. Isn't that awful?

Yeah, it sure is. We got...

Yeah, let's go into the office.

It's a poison pen campaign.

It sure is.

Do you think we should tell him?

I did.

What did he say?

He said he was sorry.

Is that all?

Well, what else is he going to say?

Obviously, somebody wants to get him
fired.

I'd like to stop this stuff.

Uncle Bill.

The other day, Gopher Resnick came by to
take me dancing. He was barefooted, and

Mr. French said that I couldn't go out
with him.

Yeah? So what happened?

So Mr.

French put him down.

And Gopher does not like to be put down.

You don't make Gopher do anything like
this, do you?

Uncle Bill, he's really weird. It would
be just like him.

Who calls?

Gopher.

I have to talk to you.

Oh, jump away, Bert.

Why have you been sending those awful
letters to Mr. French?

Mr. who?

Mr. French. Just because he wouldn't let
you go out with me. Oh, the cat with

the beaver and the hang -up about shoes.

Yes.

You're to stop writing those letters,
Gopher.

Chick, I haven't been writing any
letters to nobody.

I've been too busy with Jenny.

Jenny? Yeah, we met after I bounced out
of your place the other night.

She's out of sight.

You know, that anti -barefoot boy really
did me a big favor, sending me all the

way to Jenny.

Mr. Davis?

Mr. Gimsdale is here. Thank you.

Have a seat, Mr. Gimsdale. Thank you for
coming.

It wasn't clear to me on the telephone,
sir, have you heard of someone

interested in my services?

No, no, no, it wasn't that.

Look, what would you think of taking
French's place with my family?

I'd be shocked, sir.

Now, don't misunderstand me.

I like French. I like him very much.

If I just had myself to consider, why,
it'd be different. But I have to think

the children.

But Mr. French and the children appear
to have an excellent rapport.

Yes, they do.

But we've been hearing these rumors
lately about what happened in England at

Lord Glenmore's.

Sir, may I suggest that you do not
listen to rumors or to people who spread

them?

Well, should I decide to let French go,
when do you think you could take over

the household?

Oh, I would not be interested, Mr.
Davis.

If it's a matter of salary.

It's not a question of the salary. It's
the children.

Mind you, I like children from a
distance.

And I admire people who have the
patience to look after them.

People like Giles and my sister.

But I'm just not cut out to be a nanny.

I see.

Well, I appreciate you coming over, Mr.
Demsdale.

Not at all, Mr. Davis. And should you
hear of a nice, uncomplicated bachelor

needs looking after, please bear me in
mind. I sure will.

you're supposed to get all excited.

Why?

Everybody does when the mailman comes.

I don't. I don't get any letters.

Well, maybe you will today.

I never write any.

Uncle Bill.

Uncle Bill.

Uncle Bill.

Mr. French.

Mr. French.

Hey, Buffy, here's a letter without
anybody's name on it.

Let me see.

And no stamp either.

You can have it if you want to.

Okay.

What does it say?

It's something about Mr.

French.

I'm going to the library.

Hey, is there any mail for me?

What does his cap mean?

Set his cap?

What are you reading?

This.

Your Mr.

Friend set his cap for Lord Glenmore's
young daughter and broke her heart.

Fortunately, his scheme was exposed and
he was fired. He escaped to America.

Where did you get this?

It was in our mailbox.

about Mr.

French?

Don't worry about it. He wouldn't
understand.

We could try.

Mr. French?

Yes.

You know, Mr. French set his cap for
Lord Glenmore's young daughter and broke

her heart.

Fortunately, his scheme was exposed and
he was fired.

He escaped to America.

That's the third note.

I regret that you should be involved,
Sissy.

Well, we've got to do something about
these awful things.

You can't let this person go on writing
lies about you.

Calling you names and saying that Lord
Glenmore fired you.

It's not a lie.

Lord Glenmore did, in fact, dismiss me.

With cause.

He did?

I'm afraid so.

Fortunately...

Mr. Davis was so impressed by our
personal interview that he made no

inquiries.

And I've given him no calls for regret
since.

Are you saying that these notes are
true?

Quite.

If you'll excuse me.

Come on, Bob.

Where are you going?

As if Mr. French is ready to take us to
the park.

I'll take you to the park.

But you were going to the library.

Well, I've changed my mind. Come on.

Oh, Buffy, Jody, I'll get ready to take
you to the park now.

That's all right, Mr. French. Sissy's
taking us.

Oh?

Come on.

Mr. French was going to bring us. It's
better for me to take you.

Go on and play.

Aren't those the Davis children?

Yes.

Do you suppose something's happened to
Mr. French?

Oh, no.

Sissy often brings the children when Mr.
French is busy.

Good morning, Miss Sissy.

Hi, Miss Babisham.

Miss Davis, Miss Dimmesdale.

Hello.

I rather expected to see Mr. French with
the children today.

I decided to bring them.

I'm going to be spending more time with
them, taking more responsibility.

It was nice to have met you.

When your friend says all this stuff is
true, it's about Glenmore's daughter?

Mm -hmm.

Every word of it.

Uncle Bill, what kind of a man is Mr.
French?

Well, he's intelligent and he's honest,
you know.

That's what I thought.

There's got to be more to it than this.

Well, if there is, then why doesn't he
defend himself?

Uncle Bill? Yeah?

Something's going on.

And she says nothing.

And we ask Mr. French what's wrong.

And he says nothing.

So now we're asking you what's wrong.

Please don't say nothing.

Because we know it's something.

You're sure something's wrong, huh?

Mm -hmm.

Mr. French looks so sad and far away.

Well, he's kind of worried, and sissy's
worried, and I'm worried, and I think

that's enough worrying for one family.
So why don't you just go and play and

us handle the worrying, okay?

As long as you tell us when it's time
for us to worry.

Okay, I promise.

Hey,

French.

You've read the latest expose, sir.
Yeah, yeah. Did you tell Sissy this is

Yes.

Well, she doesn't want to believe it.

Each of us is free to believe as he
wishes, sir.

Well, I guess there are circumstances in
these things that make a difference.

Sir, my position in this household has
been most rewarding.

However, under the present
circumstances, perhaps I'd better...

talking about leaving.

But, sir... I said no now. I told the
kids they got nothing to worry about.

They were concerned?

Well, of course they're concerned. What
do you think now? They don't care

anything about poison pen letters and
Lord somebody's daughter in England a

time ago.

They don't know anything about that. All
they care about is you.

I'm with them.

Yes, sir.

You say all this is true, huh?

Well, I don't believe it.

Well, that's your privilege, sir.

You going to have dinner at the usual
time?

Yes, sir. The usual time.

All right.

Same thing he told you?

Nothing more?

We offered to quit.

Think he ought to leave us?

No, I don't want him to leave.

Oh, Uncle Bill, I'm just really mixed
up. It just seems there are two Mr.

French's. The one that we've known and
loved.

And then that other one in those awful
letters.

Well, what do you want him to do?

Prove that he's really the good Mr.

French?

Because that's exactly what he's not
gonna do. Now, you know why?

Because if he has to prove it to you, to
keep your respect, then your respect

isn't worth anything to him.

But, Uncle Bill... Now, wait a minute,
wait a minute. Suppose it was me in

letters, huh?

You? Yeah.

Would you want... Would you put me on
trial? Would you want proof?

Of course not. Okay.

That's all French wants.

Just trust him the same way you trust
me.

Hmm?

Mr. French?

Yes, is he?

Thank you.

For what?

Well, for a lot of things, but mostly
just for being the kind of person you

The person I am?

You're honest and you're uncompromising.

You're very tolerant of emotional
teenage girls.

Oh, you're most welcome.

And now, would you kindly inform the
others that dinner is served?

It's all better down for the night?

Oh, yes, sir. We had a little trouble
with Mrs.

Beasley's insomnia, but at the moment
all is quiet.

Oh, sir, with your permission, I'd like
to go into a few details about my

dismissal by Lord Glenmore.

No, you don't have to do that.

Which is precisely why I choose to, sir.

Don't do it for me, Mr. French.

No, I do it for myself.

You see, Evelyn, Lord Glenmore's
daughter, was a charming young woman.

but naive, overprotected.

She hardly ever saw a young man, only
father, uncle, small brothers.

She was quite intelligent, well -read,
and seemed to enjoy conversing with me.

Well, out of all this, she became
fascinated, imagined that she'd fallen

with me.

I was younger then, and my figure a bit
trimmer, sir.

So when Lord...

Glenmore learned that his daughter
wanted to marry his valet. He was most

distressed. Oh, he knew it wasn't my
fault, sir. In fact, he asked me for my

help.

But we were afraid that if I merely left
their employ, Evelyn would romanticize

the separation.

Only, well, continue the embarrassment.

Well, then, at Lord Glenmore's
suggestion, I led her to believe that...

Well, I was a married man and pretended
to be single, hoping to obtain money

from Lord Glenmore.

She was dreadfully distressed, but...
Well, I was dismissed in disgrace,

and then shortly afterwards, sir, I was
fortunate enough to meet you and come to

America.

What happened to her, Evelyn?

Oh, she married a young man of her own
age. I'm told she has a lovely family.

What an unselfish thing to do.

I guess Lord Glenmore was pretty
grateful for that, wasn't he?

Oh, he was. He was, sir.

I'm sorry, Sissy. Perhaps I should have
told you about it this morning, but

somehow I... You didn't think you had to
defend yourself.

Well, listen.

Why is somebody stirring up all this
whole scandal? Who's writing these

anyway?

Well, sir.

Alfred and Alice Dimmesdale were in
service with me at Lord Glenmore's. It

wasn't Dimmesdale.

I put him to a test.

Oh, no, sir, it wasn't Alfred. I've
known all along that it was Alice

Dimmesdale.

Why?

Well, I suppose she felt it her duty to
protect Sissy and the children, poor

thing.

Oh, she's horrible.

I don't feel sorry for her one bit.

That is a privilege of youth, Miss
Sissy.

Well, Jody, are you going to play your
game, I know?

Oh, Mr. French, I'm going to sell my
bowl.

Ricky made up a new game called You
Don't Know.

Oh, I see, I see.

Now he makes up the rules.

Ah, Miss Dimmesdale.

You're still taking care of the
children, I see.

Yes, yes, indeed. And I'd like to thank
you for your efforts on my behalf.

My efforts?

Yes, yes, indeed.

I thought perhaps you might like to keep
these.

They served a purpose. Oh, not
necessarily the one you had in mind, but

nonetheless, I would like to thank you.

Good day, madam.

Miss Patterson.

Beautiful day, Mr. French.

Oh, indeed, indeed.

In every way, an acceptable day.