All language subtitles for Bewitched.S03E16.Soapbox.Derby.Imprint.1080p.BluRay.FLAC2.0.H.264-BTN_track5_[eng]

Ooh! Watch it.

Be careful.

I bet I know what
you're thinkin'. Uh-huh.

There must be an
easier way. Well, there is,

but it might shake
you up a bit. What?

Here we go.
All set, Johnny.

I sure appreciate this,
Mrs. Stephens.

If it weren't for you, I'd have no other
way to get down to the track and practice.

I'm more than happy
to help, Johnny,

but I still don't see
the point of practicing

for a race you don't think
you'll be able to enter.

I guess it's just my nutty
way of hoping against hope.

All right. Stand back.

Oh, hi, Mrs. Kravitz.
What are you doing here?

Me? I only happen to be
the aunt of Flash Kravitz,

the fastest
Soap Box Derby racer

in the future history
of Soap Box Derby racing.

Really?
That's wonderful.

Hmm. He's staying with us
until he wins the local races,

and then naturally, he's
going on to win at Akron.

Naturally.

What are you
doing here?

Oh, I came with my friend,
Johnny Mills.

Well, uh, if you don't mind,
Mrs. Stephens,

I, uh, wish you wouldn't
look at Flash.

Mrs. Kravitz, I'm afraid I
don't know what you mean.

Let's just say
I'm superstitious,

which, incidentally, I
never was, until I met you.

Beat it, kid. I'm Class "A,"
and this is a time trial.

I'm racin'
against the clock.

Well, it won't hurt anything
if I race with you, will it?

In that pile of junk?
Don't make me laugh.

The Gray Goose may not be
painted as fancy as yours,

but I'll bet I'll beat you to the
finish line. Not if you had jet engines.

Now, go back on your skateboard,
kid. I don't race with amateurs.

Flash!

Wait!

You're not gonna
let him race with you?

Well, if he wants to end up eating
my dust, that's his hang-up.

It certainly is.

Ready, set,

go!

Come on, Flash!

Get your weight forward.
Come on!

So as Johnny and I drove home, that's when
he asked me if I could keep the racer.

Well, why can't he keep it at
home? Where's he been keeping it?

That's what I wanted to know,
but I didn't find out much.

All I know is there's just
the boy and his father.

He's the garage man.

You know Mills
Auto Service? Yeah.

Well, for some reason, Johnny doesn't
want his father to know about the racer.

That doesn't make any sense.

Who'd be more interested in his own
kid's racing car than a garage mechanic?

Mmm. You figure it out. I
don't want to figure it out.

I don't want to get involved, and
I don't want you involved either.

I'm not involved.

Sam, you're helping a 12-year-old
boy deceive his father.

You don't call that
being involved?

Darrin, did you tell your father
everything when you were 12?

We're not talking about me, and it's
been a long time since I was 12.

Want to lick the spoon?
It's chocolate.

Oh, yeah.
I love your chocolate.

Sam, that's not fair.

Well, neither is sitting in judgment on a
boy when you don't know the whole story.

Say, have I heard the
whole story? Hmm?

Uh, you didn't interfere when
the boys were racing, did you?

I, I told you,
they were only practicing.

But you didn't tell me,
did you interfere?

Well, if you could call straightening
a wobbly wheel interfering,

I could.

That must be Johnny. He said he'd be back.
Sweetheart, would you answer the door?

We'll continue
this discussion later.

Not if I can help it.

Mr. Stephens?
You must be Johnny.

Yes, sir. I came
to work on my racer.

I've got a wheel problem.
Uh, so I've heard.

Uh, come inside a minute,
son. I'd like to talk to you.

Sam! We have a guest.

Hi, Johnny.
Hi, Mrs. Stephens.

Thanks a lot for keeping my car in
your garage. I was happy to do it.

Sit down, Johnny.
Look what I just made.

You think a little piece would
spoil your dinner? I could risk it.

Johnny, why don't you want your
father to know about the racer?

Oh, lots of reasons, none of
them really very interesting.

Why don't you let us decide
that for ourselves, huh?

Well, Dad doesn't know
I built the racer.

Tommy Summers let me
build it in his garage,

but it was taking up
too much room.

That's why
I had to ask you.

Why keep the racer a secret? Your dad's
a mechanic. He could've helped you.

Uh-uh. The Soap Box Derby rule says
you gotta build it all by yourself.

And anyway,
you don't know my dad.

He'd have thrown a fit.

Why?

Well, because,

Look.
My dad's a great guy,

about the greatest
there is,

but he's got this thing
about me becoming a doctor.

What's building a racer got
to do with becoming a doctor?

With my dad, just about everything's got
something to do with becoming a doctor.

You want to be a doctor?

Sure. I, I guess so,

if it'll make Dad happy.

Mrs. Stephens,
I gotta go.

Thanks for the cake, and
thanks again for keeping my car.

Uh, Johnny,
wait a minute.

What are you going to...
Good luck, Johnny.

We hope you win the Soap
Box Derby and become a doctor.

Thanks.

Mrs. Stephens?

I got one other problem.

Okay. You see, they won't
let me race in the derby

unless my parent or
guardian signs the application.

Well, Johnny,
we can't sign it for you.

Oh, I know that.
That'd be illegal.

Anyway, I was going
to ask my dad to sign it

after I got the racer
all built.

Well, the race is
on Saturday,

and I'm kind of scared
to ask him.

Would you?

I'll bet he'd have a tough
time saying no to you.

Speaking from experience, Yeah,
I'd be willing to give it a try.

Mr. Mills,
don't you understand?

If you don't sign this,
Johnny won't be able to race.

That lousy bolt's frozen. He's
got a very good chance of winning.

And if I don't fix this buggy
by 8:00,

I've got a very good chance of getting the
riot act from the guy that owns this car.

Mr. Mills, haven't you got just five
minutes to stand up and talk to me?

Look, Mrs. Stephens, you're a very
nice lady and a very good customer,

and I appreciate your
business, but my son is my son.

All right?

Yes, I know.

The only reason I am asking is
because your son is afraid to ask.

How about people? They
see a kid without a mother,

and right away they figure they
got a right to stick their nose in.

And I told you, I gotta get
finished with this car.

Is that more important
than Johnny?

Look, do you think I like working
14 hours a day, seven days a week?

You got any idea
how much it costs

to send a kid through college
and then medical school?

Yes. Yes, I know
it's very expensive,

but did you realize that the Soap Box
Derby finalists win college scholarships?

Oh, well, that's terrific.

Now if I figured like that, I'd take
all the profits from this garage,

and I'd try to win
his tuition in a crap game.

You'd get about the same odds.

Mr. Mills, Johnny's racer
is already built.

Now he'd only have to take one
afternoon off from his studies.

Surely he can
spare that.

Ah, this
thing won't budge.

It come loose.

Mr. Mills, please?

Huh?
Please?

All right. All right.

Now you will give him a little
encouragement? He thinks a lot of you.

Yeah, that's his trouble.

He thinks too much of
a $150-a-week grease monkey.

Will you come watch him
race on Saturday?

Boy, give 'em an inch.

Lady, on Saturdays, I,
I'm up to my ears in work.

You got so much free time?
You go watch him race.

All right. I will.

Mission accomplished.
Mmm.

Johnny, you got time
to put these on?

Hey! Brand-new
regulation wheels!

Now I can pass
inspection.

Thanks, Mr. Stephens.
It's okay, Johnny.

You too, Mrs. Stephens.
Glad to do it.

You better hurry up. You haven't
got much time before the first race.

Right!

Look who didn't want to get
involved. Come here. Hmm?

Come on. There are kids
around here.

[Samantha] Yeah. Too bad, huh?

You better get
those wheels on, Johnny.

We'll be rooting
for you.

Thanks. Thanks a lot.

Mrs. Stephens, you will
watch for my dad, won't you?

I mean,
in case he does come.

Contestants for
the next heat, Oh sure, Johnny.

Are Jim Kleinman,
Johnny Mills, Don Bellow.

Ooh, come on, Johnny.
Come on, Johnny.

Come on! Faster!
Come on, Johnny!

Oh, come on, Johnny.
Faster! Come on, Johnny!

Ooh! There he goes. There
he goes. There he goes!

He won!

The winner in Class "B",
Johnny Mills.

He won!
I make it 28.7 seconds.

Contestants for the next heat,

are George Cooper, Frank
Healey, I knew he could do it!

Leroy Kravitz.
That-a-boy, Johnny!

Oh.

Oh, there, there, Oh.
Figured.

And the winner in Class "A"
is Leroy Kravitz.

Uh-oh. Uh-oh. It looks like he and
Johnny will be racing each other.

I'm afraid so.

The finals! Abner!

Oh, Flash is gonna be
in the finals!

In that case,
I'll have another hot dog.

The bases are loaded again!

Ladies and gentlemen,

the drivers in this final
championship heat

of the local
Soap Box Derby

are Johnny Mills
and Leroy Kravitz.

Drivers
to the starting line.

Ooh. Remember now to let him
do it on his own. No funny help.

Why, Darrin, do you think
I'd stoop to,

No, but you might get
excited and lose control. Okay.

Oh, they blew it.
Uh, who?

Who, Who else?
The Mets!

Ooh! Come on, Johnny!

Let's go, Johnny. Come
on, Johnny. Come on!

Oh, faster. Faster, Johnny! Stay back,
Flash. Flash, stay back. Oh! Ooh!

Come on, Johnny. Come on.
Oh, he may make it! Come on.

Oh, come on, Johnny. Faster!
Remember, on his own. On his own.

Oh, I promise. Witch's honor.
Come on, Johnny!

Johnny!

Mmm. Go, Johnny!
Go on! Go, go, Johnny!

Faster! Faster! There you
go, Johnny! You'll make it!

Come on, Johnny.
He won!

♪ Oh, hi,
Johnny. Oh, he won. He won ♪

The winner and this
year's champion is Johnny Mills.

See, I told you they were
doing something funny.

Okay, so why don't you
do something funny,

like mind your own business
for a change?

This is my business, and I think
it needs further investigation.

Congratulations, Johnny.

Now I can say that I know a
local Soap Box Derby champion.

Congratulations, champ. Say, you gave
us a bad moment in that last heat.

Attention,
ladies and gentlemen.

There'll be a delay before
the presentation of the trophy.

Will Johnny Mills
and his parents

please report to the Soap Box
Derby headquarters immediately?

I wonder what
that's all about.

Hello, Johnny. I'm Mr. Martin
of the derby rules committee.

Are you Mr.
and Mrs. Mills?

Uh, no, we're just friends.
Is there anything the matter?

Well, we've had a rather
strange complaint

from
a Mrs. Gladys Kravitz.

Do you know her?

Well, she's,

I don't like
to say this, weird.

[Martin] She is, isn't she?

And most difficult
to cope with.

She has insisted that Johnny here got
illegal help in winning this race.

And of course we've got to clear this thing
up before we can declare him the winner.

I built the car
all by myself. Honest!

I'm sure you did, son, and
I'm sure you can prove it.

Now where are your parents?

Your father did sign the
entry application? Yes, sir.

What, uh, What's the nature
of the charges?

They, like Mrs. Kravitz,
are also weird,

but we're gonna have
a little informal hearing

as soon as we can
round up all the judges.

Now where is
your father, Johnny?

Well, Mr. Mills was
delayed. He got sick.

He really wanted to come,
but he got sick.

Well, he should be here
to help answer the charges.

Darrin, why don't you go along
with Mr. Martin and Johnny?

I'll phone Mr. Mills and see if he's
feeling better. Don't you worry.

Come along with me.

Come on, Johnny.

Mr. Mills, Johnny needs you.

Johnny never cheated
on anything in his life.

Let him tell the judges that.
They'll believe him.

Well, why should they,

when his own father won't take the
time to come down and stand up for him?

Well, what can I do?

Look, I know
it's tough on the kid,

but there are more important
things than Soap Box Derbies.

Yeah, I agree,

like a boy who has to say
his father's sick

because he's too ashamed to admit he
isn't interested enough to go to the race.

He gets a roof over his head
and three meals a day

and a chance to go to college so that he
won't have to pump gas for 12 hours a day.

If that ain't good enough,
that's just too bad.

Oh, please, Mr. Mills.
It'll only take an hour.

Look, Mrs. Stephens. I got three
tires to fix on that one over there.

I have to replace the
carburetor in that one

and a complete brake
reline on that one back there,

all before 6:00.

If all those things were done,
could you come?

How they gonna get done?
You got a magic wand?

What's a carburetor
look like?

Mrs. Stephens,
please go away.

Is it that thing?
Yeah. Now go away.

Okay.

Mr. Mills, is that the car without
the tires? It seems to have 'em all.

They was laying
on the ground.

Isn't that a carburetor?

Uh, Now nobody can hook up
one of them things that quick.

Well, you must've done it this morning
and forgot. You've been awfully busy.

Did I forget about
the brake reline too?

I don't know.

The heck with it.
Let's go, Mrs. Stephens.

Oh, I, uh, I better
change my clothes.

I can't go looking like a
bum. You look just fine.

Besides, it's a hearing, not a formal
dinner party. Come on. Come on.

Mrs. Kravitz, can you be
a little more specific?

Exactly in what way did
Johnny here get illegal help?

Well, you saw the way he
was behind in the last heat,

and then he caught up...
like magic.

And I don't use
the word loosely.

How about not using
the word at all?

Well, the same peculiar thing happened
when he was racing with my Flash,

and they were just
practicing.

What's so
peculiar about that?

Drivers often
come from behind.

Both times, Samantha
Stephens was there.

Uh, that's my wife. Uh, she's
sort of been coaching Johnny.

[Gladys laughs] She's been
doing more than just coaching.

And she's always doing something
more than she should be doing

when she should be
doing something.

The things
I could tell you!

The things
I could tell you.

Johnny, did anyone
help you build your car?

No, sir.

Dad!

It's okay, kid.
What'd they say you did?

Mr. Mills,
won't you sit down?

We're just trying to make sure that
Johnny built his racer himself.

If he says he did,
he did.

Look, I'm a mechanic. If he didn't ask me
for help, why would he ask anybody else?

Now, please,
everybody sit down.

Johnny, can you tell us how you
constructed the, uh, brake assembly?

Yes, sir. I used the tools
at school, in woodshop.

I built the car in my
friend Tommy's garage.

We had a bunch of old tires
around the house,

so I used a piece of them
for the braking surface.

I attached the rod to the front
end plate with an eye bolt.

Then for the rear housing, I used
regular door springs and some hinges.

I had a little bit of trouble getting the
regulation three-inch ground clearance,

but after I switched
the hinge, it was okay.

Where did you learn all
that stuff? From you, Pop.

You're the best mechanic
in town.

Can I say something?

Certainly, Mr. Mills.

My kid never lied
about anything in his life,

uh, except maybe today,
when he said that I was sick.

I wasn't sick.

I was stupid.

Well, that's all
I wanted to say,

but if you want to make out that my kid
didn't win 'cause he got help from somebody,

you better be able
to prove it pretty good.

Thank you, Mr. Mills.

Congratulations, Johnny.

I think we can give you your trophy
and your $500 bond right now.

And we also want you
to know

that we're very proud to have you
represent our city in the finals at Akron.

Come on, Abner.

We don't have to listen
to this. We're leaving.

Are you going
with him to Akron?

Why should she go with him?
I'm the kid's old man, ain't I?

Look, lady. How about taking over the
station while me and the kid are out of town?

When you show up, things have a
way of working... and working out.

No, thank you, Mr. Mills.
I'm retiring.

By special request.

70,000 spectators

crowded the stands of
Derby Downs in Akron, Ohio,

Oh, darling, isn't it wonderful about
Johnny? I just can't believe it.

It's fantastic. There were over
250 local champions competing.

Yeah, well, he won the scholarship.
That's the important thing.

No more problems about
college. His father won't have

to worry about that now.

There he is.

This year's
winner was Johnny Mills.

As the crowd cheered
the new champion,

Johnny was paraded down the track
on which, only minutes before,

he had beaten two other finalists
in the championship heat.

Johnny qualified for
the All-American Derby

by beating all other entrants in
the local trials of his community.

At the finish line, Johnny
was joined by his father

who shared
in the excitement.

If anybody ever made
a boy's dreams come true,

Well, thank you,
darling.

You're pretty good at making
a man's dreams come true too.