All language subtitles for Mr Belvedere s06e01 The Field

Mr. Belvedere. Uh -huh?

We're trying to come up with a birthday
gift for Dad. Can you think of anything

that would make him really happy?

Yes. But I like it here.

We've been through all these hardware
catalogs, and we can't find anything

George hasn't already bought or busted
or couldn't put together anyway.

Oh, here's something. An electronic
laser beam for zapping pests.

Oh, good. We could test it out on
Wesley.

Okay, guys.

Got a great idea.

See this plunger? It's Dad's favorite,
so I thought maybe we could have it

lacquered and embossed Dad's name on the
wood.

You're a sentimental lad, aren't you?

That's right. Look, birthdays are about
people, not things.

Why don't you research your father,
study his past, find out what's really

meaningful to him.

Sounds like a lot of work.

Well, he's worth it, isn't he?

Well, are we all prepared for the
baseball match today?

It's not a match. It's a game.

Whatever.

Wesley, are you the thrower?

I'm not a thrower. I'm a pitcher.

That's your opinion.

Playoff.

Wesley, who are your disagreeable little
teammates and why do I have to put up

with them?

This is Bobby. He's our best hitter. And
Cal here leads the team in stolen

bases. Stolen bases?

I think that'd be more your specialty.

Okay, troops, let's hit it.

Men!

I can't begin to stress how important
this game is to our chances this season.

Dad, we're one and nine.

Well, but if you sweep the rest of your
games, you could still finish 16th.

Oh, wow.

Someone called the sporting news quick.

Oh, so your backs are against the wall.

Did Custer quit at Little Bighorn?

No, he died.

Well, that's the spirit. That's the
drive.

You're winners.

Come on.

But sometimes things get turned around
And no one's fed All

hands look out below There's a change in
the bed and fall Gonna need

all the help that we can get According
to our new

arrival Life is more than mere survival
We just might live the good

life yet

Hey, Mr. Belvedere. I was going through
some of Dad's stuff, and look what I

found. His old baseball cleats.

He walks much better since he stopped
tying them together.

Yeah, I bet these will bring back a lot
of old memories.

They'll also bring the health
department. Get them out of here.

I don't believe it.

How could you give up 21 runs?

Did you win?

I guess not.

Dad, it's not whether you win or lose.
It's how you play the game.

Who told you that, baloney?

I did.

That's why you guys lost India.

Come on, where's your competitive fire?

Dad, my fastball is slow, my curveball
is straight, and when I try to throw a

slider, I fall down.

There's nothing a little practice won't
fix.

But, Dad... Move!

So, did you find anything interesting?

A picture of Dad on the audiovisual
squad in high school. I never knew he

nerd.

Who's on the audiovisual squad?

I rest my case.

Oh, wait, here's that on the football
team.

Why is he carrying towels?

It must have been very humid that day.

So, are there any pictures of him on the
baseball team?

I don't see him.

Oh, wait, it says here that he was
absent.

Wait a minute, why would he ditch the
team photo?

What were you doing out there?

Watching George and Wesley inhale hot
dogs between throws.

It was disgusting.

How can Dad and Wes keep on playing in
the dark?

They've got luminous balls.

Whoops.

Sorry, I guess it slipped away from me.

Hey, pal.

Better practice your grip.

Sure, Dad, but...

I mean, I'm supposed to do a book report
on Kitcher and the Rye.

Oh, okay.

As long as it's got something to do with
baseball.

Hey, Mom.

Hi.

What you reading?

Oh, just some old diaries I kept when I
first met your father.

I was around your age, and he was, well,
not your age.

Ooh, any really juicy details that would
embarrass you? No, mostly it's just

about what color my hair was or what I
wore.

You know how vain and mindless girls
that age can be.

Huh?

Anyway, I found this sweater in the
garage behind the snow tires. Is this

Oh, gosh, that's his old letter sweater
from college.

Where's the letter?

They wouldn't sell him one.

See how this guy Wallace stares down the
batters?

Pay attention to his motion.

Notice how he backs off his follow
-through so he's in position to field?

Wes!

Wes, wake up!

I'm tired.

Hey, this is a privilege.

How often do I let you watch a West
Coast game?

How often do I ask?

You'll thank me later. This guy's
pitching a perfect game.

I'm going to go get something to drink.
Tell me if I miss anything.

So, Wes, you learning anything?

Maybe.

Oh, my.

Pork rinds and spam dip.

George's favorite. How did you remember?

I ate one once.

Well, we got Dad's gifts all ready for
the big presentation.

I sure hope he likes it.

Oh, that must be him and Wes now. All
right, everybody, look sharp.

I want this to be Dad's best. First date
ever.

Big jerk.

Got some nerve throwing me out of the
game.

What happened?

Dad got into a fight with the umpire.

Did you get racked up again, Wes?

No, I struck out ten. I was pitching a
shutout. Yeah, till a slob of an ump

accused him of doctoring the ball.

No, is anything like nothing a grudge?

No, you know, it's when they grease the
ball to make it drop like a rock. It's

not exactly legal.

Yeah, nobody's gonna call my kid a
cheater.

Dad, it's... It's okay. You don't have
to get so hot.

Yeah, they just couldn't believe you
were that good.

And you know why you were that good?
Because you practiced and practiced and

made yourself good.

Yeah, that was it. Can I go upstairs and
wash up? Sure, pal. I want you to know

I'm proud of you.

What's all this junk in your hair?

It's nothing. It's just a little oily.

You know, hormones.

There's more gunk in here. Lots more.

So that's what happened to my lip gloss.

Wes, you've been throwing a grease ball.

I can't believe this.

My own kid a cheater.

What could ever make you do something
like this?

Gee, I don't know, Dad.

Why don't you figure it out?

Dad? Yeah, Wes?

I'm sorry I yelled at you.

You're my dad, and you've done a lot for
me, and I really appreciate it.

Gee, Wes, that's really biggie to say.

Well, it is your birthday.

And besides, Mom made me.

Hey, Wes, I know I pushed you hard.

Those 3 a .m. wind sprints were a little
over the top.

But I never wanted you to win so bad
that you'd break the rules.

I just wanted to see you do your best.

Sorry if I got carried away.

It's okay, Dad.

Come on. We better go inside before the
spandex goes south.

Okay, let's get this show on the road.

All right!

What's going on?

Oh, you'll see, you'll see.

This is your life, George Owens. Huh?

Yeah, we dug into your past, Dad, to
create this special mural celebrating

Hey, look, here's your sixth grade
report card where you made all Bs.

Hey, wait a minute. Those are Ds with
lines drawn through them.

And here's some stuff from junior high.
That's the eighth bandage you were

wearing in your class photo.

I bet you got hurt in some big game and
they carried you off the field like a

hero. Yeah.

Broke my knees square dancing.

Dad, here's the best part. The headline
from your high school paper.

Owens wins title for Porter High.

Bravo, George.

I went to Cleveland High.

I struck out with the winning runs on
base and Porter won the title.

Well, I'm sure you tried.

Yeah, Dad.

I bet lots of people strike out with the
winning runs on base and the

championship on the line. We still love
you.

Yeah. Thanks, kid.

I hate this house.

George, I didn't realize the trip down
memory lane could be so bumpy.

It's just, well, all that stuff out
there reminds me of when I was a kid and

everything seemed possible.

Oh, George.

I mean, it's like baseball.

When I was young, I dreamed of playing
with the greats.

Mickey Mantle, Willie Mays, Henry Aaron,
Ernie Banks, the professor, and Mary

Ann.

I don't know.

I thought that was Wes's dream, too.

Oh, Wesley is of a different breed.

His dreams are more of world conquest.

Yeah, right.

All I'm trying to say is that everyone
has their own dreams.

As a child, I dreamed about climbing
Mount Everest and meeting the queen.

But you did all that.

Well, that's me.

Yeah, right.

So what's the point of having dreams if
all they do is not come true?

May as well not dream at all.

I see.

Hey, where are you going?

To return your gift.

I have something else in mind.

Hey, Dad,

I don't think the other team's going to
show.

Does that mean we win?

Well, let's give them another five
minutes.

I wonder what happened to those kids
anyway.

Apparently, somebody told them that the
game had been moved to Venezuela.

What? Anyway, I took the liberty of
arranging a pickup game.

Oh, lads, your presence is required.

Hey, Lynn, I just love the thread.

I was up all night sewing, Reggie. Looks
great.

Hey, wait a second.

You're Reggie Jackson.

Oh, yeah. You know who this is? It's
Reggie Jackson. This is Reggie Jackson.

George. I'm Henry Aaron.

Henry Aaron.

You know who this guy is?

He's the all -time home run champ.

If I had a dollar for every home run
this guy hit, you know what I'd have?

My back salary?

Hi, George.

Willie Mays, say hey.

Ernie Banks, Mr. Cobb.

Welcome to the friendly confines. So
wherever the heck we are.

This is incredible.

Some of the greatest hitters of all of
baseball. George.

Harmon Killebrew.

Hey, Johnny Bench.

And Robert Goulet. Hey, George.

What are you doing here? I own the
field.

I don't believe it. It's Robert Goulet.

All right, give me a pen. Give me a pen.

Okay, here's your pen.

You want my autograph?

Uh, sir.

Who are you?

Armand Killebrew, the twins.

Hey. My name's on your back, you little
twerp.

Enough dawdling. It's time for the game.

Happy birthday, George.

Pleasant dreams.

Oh, wow.

Hey, we only got eight guys.

Hi, Len.

Hi. Sorry I'm late.

Mickey Mantle! I got lost.

Yogi gave me the directions.

Now that everybody's accounting for,
let's make balls.

Play ball!

What happened?

Mom, it's unbelievable.

Mr. Belvedere gathered the greatest
ballplayers of all time just so Dad

meet him and live out his fondest
childhood fantasy.

That's nice.

Okay, here's the rundown. Killebrew on
first, Mantle on second. I'm gonna

pitch George right field.

Well, how come you get to pitch?

It's my ball.

Put the klutz in right field.

I heard that.

Here, George. You can catch.

The tools of ignorance.

Don't say a word.

you know how to umpire a big guy?

Not at all.

But I do look spiffy in this outfit.

It'll be an honor if you give him your
autograph.

Sure, kid.

I guess you guys are pretty proud of
yourselves, huh?

Three runs down, one inning to go.

We want to play six innings? That's
Little League rules.

Well, hey, it's a beautiful day for
baseball. Let's play two.

You play two.

I'm pooped.

Come on, you guys aren't even trying.

Hey, give me a break. I was just elected
to the Hall of Fame. Wow, we're real

impressed. All these guys are in the
Hall of Fame.

Reggie isn't.

Maybe not, but I'm the best actor.

Okay, Mr. Show Business and all you
guys.

I mean, do you really want to get beat
by a bunch of kids?

I don't.

I've got to go out and face audiences in
Las Vegas and on Broadway, and I intend

to do it with my head held high.

Now, we can pull ourselves out of this
thing. We've got the skills. I mean, you

just... You just... You just gotta have
heart.

All you really need is heart.

When the odds are saying you'll never
win, that's when the grin should start.

All together now.

You've got to have hope.

Must sit around and hope.

Nothing's really bad as it may appear.

So wait till next year and hope. All
right, let's go out there and get out.

Let's go.

I think you should walk him.

But my dad's up next. That's the point.

But if he hits a homer, they'll win.

Give me a break, Wes. Your dad hasn't
touched the ball all day.

Do the right thing.

Oh, no.

What's happening?

Ball three.

Wes is walking Robert Goulet to get to
dad.

That's humiliating, isn't it?

All right, George, we're going to go to
you now, pal. Come on, buddy.

Ball, ball.

I don't know what to do.

You've done pretty well so far.

Yeah, but what has Dad done?

Pitifully.

That's just it.

This is supposed to be his dream come
true.

I'm making it his nightmare.

Maybe I should ease up on him.

You mean, groove one?

Send him up a gopher ball?

You've been holding out on us. I have a
facility for languages.

Then what should I do?

It's up to you.

I think your father's doing his best,
so...

I think he'll want you to do the same.

Oh, and whatever you do, don't beam him.

Mr. Belvedere will be right back.

Oh,

somewhere in this favored land, the
clouds obscure the night.

And somewhere there is misery.

And somewhere there is blight.

And somewhere children argue.

And somewhere parents shout.

But there is joy in Beaver Falls,
because George just hit one out.

Hey, Lynn.

We're headed to this room, John. Want to
come?

Oh, thanks, Danny, but the Owens are
waiting for me. It's all you can eat.

Let them wait.

Tomorrow at 7, there's awesome
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