All language subtitles for Little House on the Prairie - 6x14 - The Werewolf of Walnut Grove

Well,
it looks pretty good... On paper.

I want it
10 feet taller.

10 feet taller?

That's going to be a mighty big silo,
Mr. Slater.

This is a mighty
big farm, Jenkins,

twice the size of the one
I sold back in Wisconsin.

I plan to have
a lot of animals,

going to need
a lot of silo.

Whatever you say,
Mr. Slater.

Got another
load for you.

- Well, good, keep them coming.
- Where do you want it?

Oh, right here's good. Mann,
help Ingalls unload this lumber.

Hurry up,
Bartholomew.

- Ma.
- Yes, dear.

Pick these things up for me in town,
will you?

Boy, come on.
Get to school!

Why do I have to wear these sissy clothes,
anyway?

Because it's your
first day of school,

and I want you to
make a good impression.

Pa?

Why do I have
to go to school?

Why can't I stay home
and work with you?

For the hundredth
and last time,

it's what your mother wants.

But I love farming.

I hate school.

Mrs. Slater: Nowadays,
it takes more than a strong back

to run a farm this size.

It's big business,

and you're going
to finish school.

Come on, boy,
you heard your mother, get going.

I wish you'd have talked
to him about behavior.

Schooling's your idea, woman.

You handle it. I'm
busy running a farm.

Mr. Slater:
Hey, Jenkins.

Mr. Slater: I want tongue and groove all the
way around. It's got to be absolutely right.

Jenkins:
Yes, sir.

Now, Bartholomew,
I don't want to keep fussing at you,

but I don't want you getting
thrown out of this school,

so, you just mind your
manners and behave yourself,

and don't go
starting any trouble.

Come on, Dukes.

I hope you
do better here

than in your last school,
Bartholomew.

Bart.

Bart, if you prefer.
You may take a seat.

Hi.

Hi.

I want to sit
there, shorty.

But I'm
sitting here.

I can fix
that.

You can sit
here, Bart.

I like sitting in the back of
the room better, anyway.

I need
the whole seat.

I'm too big to sit
with someone else.

Oh, go fly
a kite.

What's going on?

Uh, nothing,
Ms. Wilder.

I was just going
to go sit with Willie.

Ms. Wilder: All right, Clarence.

Ms. Wilder: Now
that we're all seated,

I want to announce
two class projects.

♪ Sounds of
the rude world ♪

♪ Heard in a day

good morning.

Oh, well, hello,
Mrs. Slater,

our best and our
nicest customer.

Oh, thank you.

How's your new house
coming along?

Oh, just fine,
Mrs. Oleson,

and I can't thank you
and Mr. Oleson enough

for all the help
you gave me

in furnishing it
from scratch.

Well, it was
my pleasure.

What can I do
for you today?

Well, I'd like to find
some drapery material.

You know,
it took US so long to get settled in

that I completely
forgot about them.

Yes, of course.

Well,
you have so many wonderful windows.

I have just
the thing for you.

Oh, wait until
you see this.

It is the very
latest fashion.

Oh, dear.
Oh, no, no.

What will they
think of next?

No, it's
absolutely awful.

Yes, I know.

- Nels picked it out.
- Oh.

And I just love to
show it to customers

as a little
joke.

Harriet, are you still trying to sell
that awful material you ordered?

We do love to have our
little jokes around here.

Now, are there
any questions?

Uh,
what can you write about the sky?

Ms. Wilder:
Well, for instance,

you could write
about the influence

of the moon
on the earth.

What influence?

Ms. Wilder: Well, for instance,
its effects on the ocean tides.

And then, of course,
there are its reported effects on people.

You mean like making
them lovey-dovey?

Or more seriously,

it is said that many
people's minds go awry

at the full
of the moon.

That is the derivation
of the world lunatic...

From the Latin word
for moon, "Luna."

Bl-bl-bl-bl...

Ms. Wilder: From the earliest of times,
there have been writings

alleging that
some people's bodies

are also fundamentally affected,

as in the case of men
turning into werewolves

at the full
of the moon.

Are there really werewolves,
Ms. Wilder?

Ms. Wilder: Well,
that is a question, Carrie.

Personally,
I don't believe so.

On the other hand,
there are books,

such as this one...

"werewolf,"

written by the reverend
sabine baring-gould in 1865,

the same man,
incidentally,

who wrote
that famous hymn,

♪ onward
Christian soldier ♪

Ms. Wilder: You are welcome
to use the book as a reference.

Very well,
then,

on to the
other project.

Clarence Tilson
does marvelous work

in papier-mache,

and he has
kindly offered

to give the class a
demonstration of his technique.

Clarence,
if you please.

Papier-mache
is French

for a special kind
of paper modeling.

Here are some
things you can make...

An owl, a clown,
a kangaroo.

A purple kangaroo...
Whoops!

Ms. Wilder:
Isn't it wonderful?

Clarence: Use anything you like,

using different
kinds of breadths.

You just dip the strips
of paper into the paste...

It's a mixture
of flour and water...

And then you wrap it
around your mold.

Ms. Wilder: Why
don't one of you try it?

Perhaps our new student,
Bartholomew...

Bart.

You don't have
to drown it.

Ms. Wilder: Oh!
What are you doing?

Bart:
I'm making a midget.

Ms. Wilder:
Clarence! Oh!

Clarence, go outside
and clean yourself up.

And you, young man,

go outside with him
and wash your hands,

and apologize.

Young man, I will ask Clarence

if you gave him
a proper apology

when he returns
to class.

Hey,
you did pretty good with that, uh,

papier...
Papier stuff.

How about making
me some animal

for my class
project?

Make your own.

I'll give
you 50 cents.

Uh-uh.

Bart:
Hey.

All right, I'll
double it... $1.00.

- A dollar?
- Yeah.

Well, all right.

You got
yourself a deal.

Bart:
Good. Oh...

When we go
back inside,

you tell Ms.
Wilder I apologized.

But you didn't.

You just
tell her that.

All right.

Bart:
Hey, Laura!

Hey, Laura,
I'll carry your books.

- No, thanks.
- Ah, come on.

No, give me my
books. Stop it!

Leave her alone,
Bartholomew.

Don't call me Bartholomew,
shorty.

Don't call me
shorty,

Bartholomew.

Laura:
Stop it!

Leave him alone!

Almanzo: Hold on.
Boy: Come on, Albert.

Keep your nose out of this.

You proud of
fighting with a girl?

I wasn't fighting her. It's him.

Well, now, hold on.
He's half your size.

You're not.

Almanzo: All right, now,
kids, fight's all over.

You all right,
Beth?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Ok.

Oh,
you better get something on that eye.

Looks like it's going
to be a real beauty.

We will.
Thanks, manly.

- Sure.
- Come on.

I'm going to get you,
shorty.

Albert, no.
Come on, come on.

Laura: Wasn't manly
wonderful coming to my rescue...

Our rescue?

Albert: I didn't
need any rescue.

Oh, sure you didn't.

You were just going to keep
hitting his fist with your eye

till he cried "uncle."

Very funny.

What are you going
to tell pa about that eye?

It's getting bigger and
blacker every minute.

I'll tell him I fell.

You're going to
tell him a lie?

It's not a lie.

I did fall,
after he hit me.

That's the truth,
isn't it?

Not the whole truth.

Well, who says you have to
tell the whole truth all the time?

As long as you don't
tell a bold-faced lie.

Boy, Albert,
you sure know how to twist things around.

I don't want pa thinking I
can't fight my own battles.

Well, you can't.

Leastways not with
that big gorilla.

Oh, well, I'll think
of something.

If I don't
have the brawn,

I'll just have
to use my brains.

You better think
of something fast

before Bartholomew
knocks your brains out.

Have a good day,
Manny.

You too, Eliza.

Mr. Slater:
Wilder!

You hit my boy
yesterday.

Oh, it was self... self-defense,
Mr. Slater.

He swung on me
first.

Isn't what he
told me.

He said you started
the fight for no reason.

No, I don't start fights,
Mr. Slater.

Your boy was beating
up on little Albert Ingalls,

I stepped in to stop it,
and he went for me.

Children fight
among themselves.

No reason for an
adult to interfere.

No, I don't
think so, Mr. Slater.

Not when one of those children
is bigger than most grown men.

I discipline my own
child as I see fit.

Well, you best
get to it, then.

Now, you watch
your mouth, boy.

My son
minds at home,

and it's up to his teacher to
see that he minds at school.

And if you can't,
Ms. Wilder,

maybe the school board
can find someone who can.

That's enough!

Albert, would you come up
and solve the problem, please?

Yes, Ms. Wilder.

Ms. Wilder:
Bart!

Please.

- Ms. Wilder.
- Not now, Clarence.

Excellent! You're so quick,
Albert.

How do you
do it?

Just comes
easy, ma'am.

A gift.

You may
take your seat.

Ow!

What's the matter,
Albert?

A tack.

Somebody put it
on my seat.

Clarence:
It was Bartholomew.

That's what I was trying
to tell you, miss...

Ms. Wilder:
Bart!

I've asked you
over and over

not to do
such things.

Your continued disturbances
are not fair to the others,

who are trying
to concentrate.

Now, I am afraid I'm
going to have to punish you.

Stand in the corner.

My pa ain't going
to like this.

Ms. Wilder: Isn't.

Stand in
the corner.

Pick up my chair.

Pick it up
yourself.

Pick it up, or...

Bart:
Or what?

You'll expel me?

I don't think so.

Today,
I'd like to introduce decimals

to the more advanced students.

I'm sorry.

I'm not feeling
well today.

Class dismissed.

Am I dismissed, too,
Ms. Wilder?

Yes.

Have a nice day.

Well, you're
home early.

Laura: Ms. Wilder dismissed US.

What happened?

In two words,
Bartholomew slater.

He kicked over Ms.
Wilder's chair on purpose.

And then he talked back to her.

I think
she was crying.

She's afraid
of him.

You watch your sister.

I'm going to speak
to your father about this.

Ms. Wilder.

Oh.

Mr. Ingalls.
I'm sorry,

I must look
a sight.

I'm not feeling
very well today.

That's all right,
I know what happened.

Oh.

I'm not one to admit defeat,
Mr. Ingalls,

but I simply can't cope
with that slater boy.

I can't enforce
discipline,

and learning has come
to a complete standstill.

Hey, now, come on.
Try to take it easy.

Have you talked
to the boy's father?

Yes.

Well, to be
honest, no.

Mr. Slater said if I
couldn't handle the boy,

he'd see that someone
was brought in who could.

He threatened you,
then.

Yes, I guess you
could call it that.

That's just what a teacher
needs... a parent who believes

his child
can do no wrong.

I'm going to have
a talk with him.

Mr. Ingalls.

I need this job.

I understand that,

but your students
need an education.

Don't worry,
I'll let you know what happens.

Mr. Slater: Ingalls,
I told you, I'm a busy man.

I can't spend the day sitting in
a classroom watching my son.

And I told you what happened.
Certainly you can't excuse that.

Oh, I know what you told me,
and I know what my boy told me.

Look, she asked him to stand
in the corner. She was upset.

She got up,
knocked her chair over and got embarrassed,

so, she blamed my son.
It's as simple as that.

That's what he told
you. You believe him?

I'm certainly going to believe
my son over a stranger.

Ingalls, I told you,
I'm a busy man. If you'll excuse me.

Well, if his father's not going
to do anything about it, I will.

Now,
someone's got to take a stick to that boy,

and I'm just
the one to do it.

I agree with you, almanzo,
but it's not your right.

I still say we leave it
up to the school board.

No. I realize you're trying to help,
Mr. Ingalls,

but I've just got to try
to get through to him.

And how do you
propose to do that?

I don't know.

Bart: Going to school
is lots of fun.

From laughing,
we have gained a ton.

We laugh until
we have a pain

at lazy, lousy
Eliza Jane.

See you in school,
Eliza Jane.

That does it.

Almanzo James,
not that way.

Mr. Ingalls,
let's have that school board meeting.

Nels,

it's time to get ready
to go to the meeting.

I'll need your vote
so we can prevent

the expulsion of
Bartholomew slater.

Well, I think he
should be expelled,

and that's how
I'm going to vote.

You've taken a
leave of your senses?

No, dear.

You mean to tell me you're
going to vote against your wife?

That's correct.

Very well.

You leave me
no choice.

In all fairness,
I can no longer allow you

to be a member
of the school board.

What?

You heard me.

As president of the school
board, I am removing you.

I shall appoint someone else
who is more reasonable,

who agrees with me.

Where are you going to find an
idiot that will agree with you?

Harriet: Oh! May I
remind you gentlemen

that Mr. Slater has pledged a
considerable amount of money

for the school
fund drive?

Now, if we
expel his son,

he most certainly won't give it.

And the school most
certainly needs the money.

It most
certainly does.

And if we don't expel Bartholomew slater,
there won't be any school.

He's the rotten
apple in the barrel.

Mrs. Oleson: And his father
is the cream in our coffee,

and he will
probably take

his business
elsewhere,

Mrs. Oleson: And that includes the mill,
Mr. Ingalls.

That is his privilege,
Mrs. Oleson.

I don't see why we have to
sacrifice principle for profit.

I agree.

Well,
if Ms. Wilder can't control her class,

perhaps we should find
another teacher who can.

Madam chairman,
I call for the vote.

Mrs. Oleson:
Oh, yes, of course.

After all, we can't
sit around here all day

and slander that poor,
defenseless boy.

All right,
all in favor of the expulsion,

please, raise
their hands.

Mm-hmm.
Those against.

Well, I guess
we have, uh,

reached what is called a stalemate,
here, gentlemen.

Bartholomew slater
will remain in school.

Gee, that's rotten.

I sure feel awful
for Ms. Wilder.

Yeah.

And if Ms. Wilder's
leaving walnut grove,

that means manly will be leaving,
too.

We got to do something
to stop Bartholomew

and keep Ms. Wilder
in walnut grove.

We sure do.

The only problem
is Bartholomew

is too big and strong
for US to handle.

I know.

Let me sleep
on it.

Maybe I'll come up with
something in the morning.

Hiya, manly.

Hiya, Beth.

I heard that
your sister,

Ms. Wilder,
is leaving.

That's right.

Does that mean you'll be going,
too?

Afraid so.

Well, why do you
have to go?

Well, I don't
want to, Beth,

but my sister's
all alone,

and I feel
a responsibility.

Oh.

I'll miss you.

I'll miss you,
too, Beth.

You will?

Sure will.

Well...

I think I better get
this order delivered.

See you.

Hey!

Albert:
Laura!

Laura, look!

I got it.

You've got what?

Look, Ms. Wilder's
book on werewolves.

So what?

So, if Bartholomew
is scared enough,

he wouldn't act bad to Ms. Wilder,
right?

- Right.
- So, Ms. Wilder will stay on teaching, right?

- Right.
- But Bartholomew is too big for US to scare, right?

- Right.
- Because we're just kids, right?

- Right.
- But I wonder...

If he might not be
scared by a werewolf.

A werewolf?
What werewolf?

Me. Come on.

A werewolf?

Caroline:
What on earth is that?

The school
project.

Caroline: Well, I thought you
were doing an astronomy project.

I changed my mind.
We're making a rock.

Uh, I thought Ms. Wilder said
it was supposed to be artistic.

Well, we're just trying to make
something artistic and practical.

Artistic
and practical.

Uh-huh.

Just one
question...

What use would
anyone possibly have

for a papier-mache
rock that size?

I'll think
of one.

I see.

It's real good,
Clarence. Real good.

Thanks. Now, what
about my dollar?

What dollar?

The dollar you
promised to me.

I didn't promise
you nothing.

You did.

We made a deal.

You did... I didn't.

Now, what you going to do?
Go tell Ms. Wilder?

Ha, I already
got rid of her.

Real good, Clarence. Real good.

How does it look?

I think it
looks great.

But does it
look real?

Well, kind of.

But it's going to look
really real at night.

I just hope we can get him here.

Oh, we will.
We have to.

Yeah.

- Put some right there.
- Hi.

- Hi.
- Hi.

That's a nice
Boulder you made.

Thanks.
I told you,

it's going to look
really real.

Albert: What's the
matter with you?

Oh, that Bartholomew.

He promised me a dollar if I did
his paper-mache project for him.

I did, but now,
he won't pay me.

I was going to buy ma a
birthday present with that dollar.

Clarence:
Now, I can't.

Bet you'd like to get even
with him, wouldn't you?

I sure would.

But how?

Funny you should ask that.

Laura...

Follow me.

I will be leaving
this school tomorrow

after the class projects

are turned in
and graded.

Bet I get an "a." I did
a real good project.

My pa said so.

I will miss all of you
very much...

Or should I say,
I will miss some of you.

Ms. Wilder: I see no use in trying to
teach in unteachable circumstances,

so, I will dismiss
you all until tomorrow.

I apologize,
not only for myself,

but for the school board,
which allowed themselves

to be bullied
by a wealthy fool.

You watch what you
say about my pa.

How did you know I was
talking about your father?

Was it the word "wealthy"
or the word "fool"?

Class dismissed.

Is he back
there yet?

Laura:
No, not yet.

Where could
he be?

Here he comes.

Ok,
take the soap chips. Put them in.

Come on.

Oh, that's
awful!

I know. Just eat it, hurry up.

Hurry up!

Oh.

You thought Ms. Wilder was pretty funny,
didn't you?

I sure did.

I'm not talking to you,
I'm talking to shorty.

I told you I was
going to get you,

and now's the time.

You sure picked a
bad time to get him.

What's the matter
with him?

Looks like he's
throwing a fit.

Never mind.

Just leave
him alone.

Albert, it's ok,
it's ok. Easy, boy.

Yeah,
because if you get him mad...

He don't like you, anyway.

Laura: After what
you did to Ms. Wilder...

He loves her.

He loves her more than
anything in the whole world.

He'd even
die for her.

Laura: Calm down.
Albert, Albert!

Or kill.

Kill? What are we
talking about?

Maybe he's got
the rabies.

Better take him
home, Laura, fast,

- before he turns in...
- you're right.

Come on, Albert.
Let's go.

You know what's wrong
with him, don't you?

No, I don't.

You see, I... I can't
tell you. It's...

You tell me.

All right.

It's the terrible secret
of the Ingalls family.

What?

Tonight's
the full moon.

So?

So, you heard
what Ms. Wilder

was saying about werewolves,
didn't you?

Well, Albert turns into a
werewolf at the full moon.

Ah, what are you trying to do,
pull my leg?

Honest.

Last month,
the day after the full moon,

Albert the werewolf
tried to kill me

just because I was walking
across the Ingalls' land.

Ah,
there ain't no werewolves in Minnesota.

Clarence:
Maybe not home-grown,

but no one knows where
his real pa comes from,

maybe even transylvania.

Well, where's that?

In Europe,
the Balkan mountains.

They got whole packs
of werewolves.

Ah, I don't believe
any of that stuff.

Neither did I,
till I saw Albert.

Then, I borrowed Ms.
Wilder's book for my project.

Here, read it
for yourself.

You believe
this bull?

I've seen
him!

You're a liar!

I swear.

Laura chains him in the
barn when the moon's full.

He'll be
there tonight.

If you're so brave,
why don't you go and see?

What for?

- You scared?
- No.

I'll bet you a
dollar you won't go.

You got a bet,

and if you
don't pay me,

I'll bust
your face.

This dad-burned thing,
I can never fix it right.

I'll fix it, pa.

Oh, thank you,
darling.

You about ready,
Caroline?

Soon as I give Gracie
her bottle.

- There you go.
- Oh, thank you, honey.

Ma, I said
I'd feed her.

It'll only take me
a few minutes.

Now, you know it's going
to take longer than that.

Now, don't worry, you and pa just
have a nice dinner at the garvey's.

All right, dear,
thank you.

Carrie, now, you go to sleep when
your sister tells you, no arguments.

We won't be late.

Laura:
Ok, have a nice time.

- We will, thank you, dear.
- Thank you.

Albert, come on.
Carrie!

Here, you
feed grace.

You said
you would.

You want to stay up
a half an hour later?

I'll feed
her.

- Got everything?
- Yeah.

- Ok, come on.
- Where are you going?

We'll just be out in the barn.
You stay in the house.

Here, eat.

Come on,
grace, eat.

Grace.

Grace, eat.

Come on, grace.

Grace, eat.
Come on.

Grace, eat.
Come on.

Carrie: Come on, or I'll tell.

There's nobody
here to tell.

Laura:
Stop wiggling,

I'm almost through.

There.
Let me see.

Albert, if I didn't
know it was you...

Scary, huh?

Scary? Ha,
you sure are.

You better put
these chains on.

They're going to be
here any minute.

Ok.

Careful.

Done.

He's in
there.

How do you
know?

Laura told
me so.

We'll see.

What are you two doing here?

We want to
see Albert.

I warned him,
Laura.

I don't believe
he's no werewolf.

Clarence,
you told him the Ingalls' secret!

He made me.

Are you sure
you want to see him?

Yeah. Yeah,
I'm sure I want to see him.

Ok, I've got him
chained in the barn,

but I'm not responsible
if anything happens.

Good luck.

Look at him, Laura...
He's worse than ever.

Must be you, Bart,
because he hates you.

Clarence: Lord help US,
he's breaking his chains!

Laura: He's loose!
Run for your life!

Don't! Don't!

Please,
make him stop!

There's only one thing
that can stop him now,

and that's if you
do what he wants.

- I'll do it!
- Good.

Laura: You're going to
behave in school from now on.

I'll do it!
I'll do it!

And you're going to
apologize to Ms. Wilder

and be nice to her.

I'll do it. I'll do it.
I'll do anything.

And you're going to tell her
you're sorry for breaking her chair.

Carrie:
Laura!

Laura, you better
come inside!

Get in the house, Carrie.

Carrie:
But grace won't eat.

And Albert, what are you doing
with that paper rock you made?

Carrie: I'll play catch with you
while Laura goes to feed the baby.

You better, Laura,
or I'll tell mom

you used up all the glue
on Albert's face.

Can't you take a joke?

- Go ok?
- Yeah, everything went fine.

I told pa that you
had to leave early

because you were carrying the Boulder,
and Carrie didn't tell.

I said
I wouldn't.

You also said you weren't
going to come out of the house

last night,
but you did.

It wasn't
my fault.

It was nobody's fault.

It just didn't work out.

It was silly
to try.

Well, at least you tried.
Nobody else did.

Yeah.

Well, I guess there's just not
much a person can do alone.

That's it!

- What's it?
- Alone!

Why are we alone?

There are lots of kids at
school who like Ms. Wilder

and don't
want her to go.

So?

Sew the buttons
on your shirt.

Come on,
we got to get to school before Bartholomew.

Laura, wait up.

Albert:
Laura, wait up!

Boy: Hey, Albert,
what's that supposed to be?

Albert: What does it
look like it is? It's a rock!

Boy: Hey!
Albert: I'll throw it on you.

Boy: Why didn't you make something good,
like a cast or something?

Albert: This is good.
Boy: Oh, yeah?

Willie: Ain't nowhere
near time for school.

Laura: Shut up, Willie.

Come here,
all of you.

Albert, come up here.

See my brother's
eye?

Bartholomew slater
did that,

and we're losing
a good teacher

because of the same
Bartholomew.

Ain't nothing
anybody could do,

he's too big!

There isn't anything
that any one can do,

but there's plenty
that all of US can do.

All:
All of US?

Laura:
Yeah, all of US.

This is
our school...

US, the children,

and it's up to US to see that it's a
good school where we can learn.

If the school board
can't do that,

then we're just going to
have to do it ourselves.

Here he comes, now.

Do we stick together,
or don't we?

All:
Yeah!

Whoa, there.
Whoa.

You get home right after school,
you hear?

Yes, pa.

I promised your ma,
now. Get to school.

All right.

Morning,
Mrs. Oleson.

Oh, good morning,
Mr. Slater.

Uh, I'll be
right with you.

Now,
is there anything else for you?

No,
thank you.

All right.
Add that up.

You will be paying cash,
I take it.

We will.

Good.
That's $1.77.

Nice-looking eye you got there,
werewolf.

Bartholomew, last night,
you made some promises,

and I expect you
to keep them.

Oh, you do?

Yeah.

You're going to
behave in school,

and you're going to
apologize to Ms. Wilder.

And who's going to make me?

Oh, my heavens.

Leave them be,
sis.

Now, you, too!

That's my boy
they're beating up on!

You're the one
who told me

grownups should let kids
handle things on their own.

Well, they're
all just kids.

I... I would just like to say

I'm sorry for how
bad I've been in class.

And I apologize and
promise to be good

as long as you'll stay
on here as teacher.

I don't know
what to say.

All:
Say "yes!"

All right.
Yes!