All language subtitles for S13E19.Magic Locket.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.H264.AAC-jenkins_track3_[eng]

Please, Mrs. Coolbrith?
Yes?

That was an
inspiring speech, ma'am.

Oh, why,
thank you very much.

May I talk to you,
Mrs. Coolbrith?

Well,
you seem to be talking.

I mean,
I'm a reporter.

Oh, well,

they grow them young
these days, don't they?

Well, actually, I'm just

a campus correspondent for
the San Francisco Chronicle.

I'd like to interview you.

Well, now,
I never knew a human being

who could say "no" to that.
[Giggles]

Why don't we just
sit down over here?

Fine, thank you.

I've been reading up
on you, Mrs. Coolbrith.

You're California's
first Poet Laureate,

and you're the only woman ever
elected to full membership

in the famous Bohemian Club.

People have been
very kind to me.

According to the clips
in the library,

you've been very kind
to a lot of people.

You've helped Bret Harte,
Mark Twain, Joaquin Miller,

and Jack London,
get their starts.

Oh, well,
you don't start genius.

You just open a few doors,
that perhaps,

they might not have had time
to notice otherwise.

And some of them remember
to say "thank you."

Why is it always,

that the ones
we care the most about

were the ones that
gave us the most trouble?

I can't imagine anyone
ever giving you any trouble,
Mrs. Coolbrith.

Oh, well you should
have known Dorita.

Who?

That's what she called
herself, Dorita.

[Children]
Dorita! Dorita!
Has dirty feet-a!

Dorita! Dorita!
Shut up!

Shut up!
Has dirty feet-a!

Poor little kitten,
lost her mitten.

Give that back,
you oaf!

Ragamuffin,
ragamuffin,

selling mittens
'cause she ain't got--

[yells]

[All squeal]
[Yells]

Well, who are you?

Oh, now, whoever you are,
you're much too young to weep.

Who's weeping?
I'm not.

And I didn't ask
for your sympathy.

No, you didn't. Did you think
you'd get it if you did?

I'm not interested
in pointless discussion.

Do you want to buy
a pair of mittens?

All handmade.
Today, only ten cents a pair.

Well, now,
that's quite a bargain.

Why were you crying, child?

I'm not a child,

and if I cry,
that's my own business.

Heaven knows we need never
be ashamed of our tears,

for they are rain upon
the blinding dust of earth.

Charles Dickens, "Great
Expectations."

Correct.
Go to the head of the class.

What class?

Well, that depends
what school you're in.

School?
I teach myself.

I work in a library.

I don't go
to libraries either.

I'm writing a book of my own.
I give dancing lessons too.

For a quarter,
I'll teach you.

Well, thank you, no.
I think I'd rather spend it
on a pair of mittens.

They're only a dime.

I don't take charity.

I'm Miss Duncan.
I prefer to be called Dorita.

Dorita Duncan?

You act like
you've heard of me before.

No, but I'm sure you'll
be heard from someday.

You just bet I will.

Well, good-bye.

Oh, Dorita,
you know,

we're a little shorthanded
at the library.

Would you have any time
to spare a day or so this week,

to help out?

You might enjoy it,
you know,

with all those books
around you.

I might and I might not.

I'll think about it.

What's your name?
In case I should happen
to ask for you.

Ina Coolbrith.

Miss or Missus?

Miss.

Oh, you're better off.

A woman is a fool
to get married.

Well, you may change your mind
about that as you get older.

I never change my mind.

Good-bye.

Good-bye.

Oh, Jimmy, you owe
the library eight pennies

for keeping
this book out so long.

Well, never mind.
I'll take care of it,

but this is the last time.

Well. Ms. Coolbrith,
this is a library,

not a charitable institution.

[Banging]

Oh.

Dorita,
are you all right?

Yes.

What on Earth--

who is this child?

This is Miss Dorita Duncan,

and she has volunteered
to help us rearrange

the reference and English
literature section.

It didn't occur to you
to ask if I approved

your selection
of a helper?

"Heaven does not
choose to select

from among the great
and wealthy."

William Makepeace Thackeray.

Will you be quiet?

Get out of here.
Get out of here!

I'm going,
you old harridan.

[Knocking]

I'm sorry I got you in trouble
with that Old Harridan,

and I'm sorry I called her
an Old Harridan, but she is,

and I'm sorry I ruined
our friendship,

and here's the book
of your poems, and--

and you're really
a great poet.

[Chuckles]
And you're really
Sarah Bernhardt,

and the rest of the speech
is "good-bye, forever."

Oh, come on, now.
Why don't you come on in,

and make yourself at home?

Come on.

Nice place.
Not as big as ours, of course.

What are you
all dressed up for?

Oh, I'm going
to the theater.

Oh, I go all the time.

Do you Dorita?
Naturally.

What are you
seeing tonight?

I'm going to the ballet.

Oh, that.

Posturing, pirouetting,
standing on tippy-toe.

That's not dancing.

Dancing is art.

And art should
be formless and free,

like the wind.

Well, without form
and discipline,

especially, discipline,

art isn't art,
it's just exhibitionism.

But nobody disciplines the wind.
And nobody disciplines me.

Not even your
mother and father?

My mother's too busy
with the other kids.

When the governess is off.

Oh, and what about
your father?

He left when I was little,
not that we need him.

If you ask me,
men just get in the way.

A woman is much
better off without one.

Don't you agree?

Well, yes,
I guess so, Dorita.

I have an idea.

How would you like
to go to the ballet with me?

Could I? Really?

Mm-hmm.
I'd enjoy the company.

Well, I guess
I could spare the time.

Let's go!
Oh, now wait a minute.

Wait, we'll have
to get you ready first.

What do you mean,
get me ready?

Well I mean that if you're
going to go out in public,

and go to the ballet,
you'll have to take a bath.

Oh, no, I don't.
I like me the way I am.

Oh, wait just a minute.
Now, come on here.

You go on in there,
we're going to get you
all cleaned up

and all smelling
sweet and pretty.

You'll be lovely.

Golly,
I'm beautiful!

[Chuckles]

Do you think
that you could bear

to be seen
at the ballet with me?

I never knew anyone like you
before, Ms. Coolbrith.

I'm so proud
you're my friend.

Oh.

Spelling, "a."

Punctuation, "a."

Grammar, "a."

And vocabulary, "a+."

I didn't copy
anything from anybody.

Oh, I'm sure you didn't.
No, this is all you.

And it's fine.

Is it fine enough for me
to read it aloud tonight?

Absolutely.

[Laughs]

Well, now,
shall we go and get
that ice cream soda?

Is my hair all right?
Yes, it's just lovely.

Do you think
he'll notice?

He'll never guess that
you're only 12 years old today.

[Whispers]
That's him.
That's Vernon.

Don't look!

Oh, isn't he beautiful?

Well, how can I tell
if I don't look at him?

Shh!

[Sighs]
I'll die if he looks
at me again.

I will just absolutely die.

Thank you, Vernon.

Thank you, Vernon.

He gets embarrassed
and goes away

when I talk to him.

He's very shy.

Well,
it's just possible that,

being at least ten years
older than you are,

it's your wide-eyed
adoration of him,

that's embarassing him.

I told him
I'm going on 16.

Dorita,
you're 12 years old today.

Shh!
He'll hear you.

Were you ever in love?

Oh, yes.

Even lady librarians
fall in love,

especially if they're
part-time poets.

Do you ever see
the man you love?

No, it was all over
before you were born.

Go on, now,
finish up.

I have to get back
to the library.

Did he break your heart?

Dorita,
hearts don't break.

They just find
a dark corner and hide.

[Sighs]
That's so romantic.

I may hide.
[Chuckles]

Well, try to survive until after
you've read your play tonight.

There's a gentleman
coming especially to hear it.

Who?

Well, he's a little bit
older than Vernon,

but ladies usually
find him quite irresistable.

You don't mean,
Joaquin Miller?

Well, yes.

Ms. Coolbrith, why do you do
so many things for me?

Well, perhaps because I'll never
have a daughter of my own.

I wish I had you
for my mother.

Joaquin Miller.

I may die.

[Knocking]

Oh, hello, dear.

I know I'm early,

but I was just
too excited to wait.

Look, I let down my skirt
to make me look taller.

Does my hair
look dramatic?

How old do you think
he'll think I am?

Do I look funny,
or something?

Oh, if I do,
I'll just die.

You'll do no such thing
in my presence, young lady.

Oh, Joaquin.
[Laughs]

This is Miss Dorita Duncan.
My dear friend, Joaquin Miller.

Otherwise known
as Cincinnatus Heine Miller."

I oft proclaimed it
from the rooftops,

that the fairest flowers
grow closest to the ground.

Charmed and overwhelmed.

[Sighs]

Here we go.

She called you Cincinnatus.

Oh, yes. Yes, yes.

I was named in memory
of a noble Roman.

His father was born
in Cincinnati.

[Groans]
A drink?

Consistently, yes.
Consistently to you, my Queen,

and to you,
my fair Princess.

It's grape juice.

Egad, that woman delights
in tormenting me.

Even claims that
she gave me the name

that's known
on two continents.

Oh, so I did?
Oh, for shame.
For shame.

When all the world knows
that Joaquin Murrieta

considered me his most
invaluable Lieutenant.

And it was he--

now, Cinncinatus,
you promised.

Oh, very well.

Another time then, perhaps.

And now, little one,
let's talk about you.

They tell me that
you are a young lady
of exceptional talent,

and that you've written a play.

How old are you?

15. Going on 16.

Pity, pity.

Oh, dear.
When liars meet.

Shakespeare and Lord Byron
and Alfred Lord Tennyson.

Oh, and you, of course.

Yes, yes.

I wrote a term paper
on "The Heart of the Sierras."

Did you indeed?

Dorita,
I think your cap and coat
belong in the bedroom.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, you hurry back,
and I will tell you the tale

of my most famous supper
with Queen Victoria.

Did you really, truly
dine with the Queen?

Yes.
Yes, yes, yes.

Loved her.
I was bored by him.

Bored?
By Prince Albert?

Oh, no, no, no.
The other guest of honor.

The Shah of Persia.

Dreadful show-off.
Abhor that man.

I may die!

Oh, really, you--
[Chuckles]

Ah, you know
she's a charming child.

Charming. No wonder
you're so fond of her.

A strange thought
just struck me suddenly.

What?
Hm?

Oh, nothing.

Just my wild imagination,
that's all.

Why don't you get rid
of that nauseating fluid,

and get me a real drink?

All right.

[Joaquin]
Nay, say no more,

nor attempt
to approach me.

This ten foot line,

lying now between us
shall never be less,

while the land
has measure.

See, night is forgetting
the East of the Heavens,

the birds pipe shrill,
the beasts howl answer.

[Applause]
Bravo.

Thank you.
Thank you.

That was wonderful,
Mr. Miller.

Just absolutely wonderful.

Oh, fair Princess,
that is a compliment
to treasure!

Ladies and gentleman,
I am an old, old poet.

Oh, nonsense.
Oh, no, no.

Please, please, please. I am.

Well, perhaps--
not quite that old,

but, however,
we shall now hear

that pure, fresh,
voice of youth.

Ladies and Gentlemen,
the voice of Miss Dorita Duncan,

Miss Coolbrith's protege,
who has written,

and now will read from her
own original one act play--

excuse me, Mr. Miller.
Yes?

I have to get my costume.
I'll only be a minute.

Oh, yes,
of course.

Now, we must not keep
our public waiting.

Just don't be nervous.

Now,
ladies and gentlemen,

as you know,
Dorita has written a play.

It's a tragedy about
the Spanish inquisition,

which was slightly
before her time.

[Laughter]

And it's a darn good play.

All right, now. Dorita?

[Applause]

My play is called
"Serafina's Escape."

It is placed in the dungeon
of an old, Spanish castle,

owned by the wicked
Don Alfredo.

As the curtain rises,

we see serafina locked
in the dungeon,

with the wicked Don Alfredo
watching from the tower.

Dorita--

what?

Dorita, um,
come in here with me, please.

Would you all
excuse us, please?

Dorita,
I would very gladly give you
anything you need or want,

except that locket.

Now, please,
take it off.

It's not yours.
Yes, it is.

I left it on the dresser,

and you took it
without my permission.

Now give it back to me.

It's mine.
I got it for my birthday.

Oh, child,
don't do this.

I'm telling you the truth.

It came in the mail
today from Paris.

I will not tolerate
any more of your stories.

I'm sorry,
but not this time.

I'm not lying.
Yes, you are.

That locket is--
well, never mind.

Just give it back to me.

My father sent it
to me from Paris.

Oh, Dorita,
your father is dead.

No, he isn't.
Please, you told me
he died years ago.

My mother told me
to say he's dead because...

Because they're divorced.

But my father wrote to me,

and he said I should wear this
now that I'm growing up,

that I'd soon
be learning what love is.

Well,
I'm learning all right,

love isn't
believing and trusting,

love is just
pretending and lying.

You've pretended,
you've lied,

you're a hypocrite.

And I hate you.

I hate you.

I never want
to see you again.

You heard.

Yes.
So did your guests.

Well, I'm sorry,
but there are some things
I just can't put up with.

I've trusted that child,
I've treated her like
my own daughter.

Until you thought
she had stolen your locket.

I didn't think, I know.
Do you, indeed?

Well, then, pray tell me,
what is this?

It couldn't be.

Oh, yes, it is.

Heart for a broken heart.

Dear God.

She was telling
the truth.

Her father is--

yes. Her father.

That's what I tried
to ask you about.

You see, for once,

it just wasn't
my wild imagination.

Oh.

I've got to find her.
Of course you do.

I'll find her.

Um, ladies and gentlemen,
I must ask you to excuse me.

I must find Dorita.

[Door closes]

Well, now,
ladies and gentlemen,

I am just about
to improvise a poem

inspired by
what has just transpired.

The theme
is the strangeness of women.

Wise as Methusela
about everybody else,

but deaf and blind
about themselves.

Oh, have you seen
a young girl go down here?

[Laughs]
Did you? Have you?

No.
No, leave me alone!

Have you seen
a young girl go by here?

Oh.

Dorita!

Dorita!

Dorita!

Dorita!

[Dorita crying]

Dorita.
Go away.

Oh, Dorita.
Go away.

No, no, no.
Here, look at me. Look.

Dorita, this is mine.

Show me yours, now.

I told you the truth.

My father sent it to me
from Paris for my birthday.

I should have known.

Dorita...

Your father gave me this
20 years ago.

There, there, now.
Shh.

[Crying]
You're the daughter
I should have had.

[Sobbing]

The daughter
I should have had.

Well, young man,
I hope you've learned a lesson.

Never start
a poet talking,

even a very minor one.

And she didn't forget.

I should have known it.
Who, Ms. Coolbrith?

Dorita.

"At last,
the world acclaims,

"what your Dorita
has always known.

"You are a truly
remarkable woman.

I love you."

Isadora Duncan?

You mean,
the world famous dancer?

Isadora Duncan?

Yes.

Her father was-- I mean,
you and her father were--

I'm not going to print
what you told me.

It's too private and personal
to put in the paper.

Thank you for trusting me
with your secret, Ms. Coolbrith.

Thank you for listening.

You know,
when you get old,

it helps to have nice memories
to warm your heart.

Well, now, I'm sure
I'll be seeing you again.

Thank you.

Undoubtedly,
you'll have a few doors

that you'd like me
to open for you, too.

Good-bye.