All language subtitles for Gidget s01e15 Now Theres A Face.eng

- [ Shutter Clicks ]
- Hey!

- That one I'm gonna like.
- That one I'm gonna hate.

How do you know?

What do you mean,
how do I know?

How would you like it if
some stranger snuck up on you...

and took your picture while
your tongue was sticking out?

I never thought
about it that way.

Name's Tom Brighton.
Social Security number-- 564-32-8979.

Telephone number--
272-7399, area code 213.

Zip code-- 90024.

Ex-marine, now student,
philosopher, humanitarian,

and I just paid
my last installment on a 1955 jalopy.

Now, can I borrow
your beach towel?

Now that you know me.
Why? Are you cold?

I want to change film.
Oh.

What's your name?

Frances Elizabeth Lawrence.

Mm. Doesn't fit you.

How about Francie?

Nope.

Gidget?
I'll buy that.

- Are you a tourist
or something? - Do I look like one?

Well, tourists
always have cameras.

I'm barefoot.
Tourists always wear shoes.

And hats.

And they stand with one hand
in their back pocket...

and squint at the sun
with one eye...

and take pictures of people
standing beside cars.

What do you like
to take pictures of?

Faces. Happy faces.

Sad faces. Funny faces.
Like yours.

Oh, thanks a lot.

Actually,
I'm a reformed tourist studying at UCLA.

Creative photography.
What's that? Two guesses.

Well, seaweed naturally.

Wrong. A fur stole.
Ugh!

Oh, yes. Mink.

Wrong again. Chinchilla.

Why not think big?

"Dahling," I--
[ Shutter Clicks ]

- Oh, you didn't.
- Did.

How about tomorrow?
Same time, same place.

- Don't count on it.
- Make you a bet.

* [ Jazzy Pop ]

* If you're in doubt
about angels *

* Being real

* I can arrange to change

* Any doubts you feel

* Wait till you see
my Gidget *

* You'll want her
for your valentine *

* You're gonna say
she's all that you adore *

* But stay away
Gidget is spoken for *

* You're gonna find
that Gidget is *

* Mine *

[ Gidget Narrating ]
Okay, so I'm here.

I always come here
on Saturday anyway,

and it has nothing to do
with that anti-tourist camera Casanova.

Hi, doll.
Oh, ahem, you're late.

I know. I'm sorry.

I had a blind date
with a dolphin named Dolores.

And if there's
one thing you never do, it's stand up a dolphin.

[ Laughs ]
Okay, ready for more pictures?

- Why me?
- I have one rule.

Only photograph subjects
that charge me emotionally.

Besides, I'm crazy
about brown eyes...

and turned-up noses
that are slightly crooked...

and pigtails.

Particularly on girls.

- Hey, I wasn't ready!
- I was.

[ Anne ]
So what are you going to do about it, Dad?

I could picket
the photographers' union. I think she should be stopped.

She's been posing
for him all week.

In fact, she's even
given up boys for him.

- What's Tom, an albatross?
- An albatross is a web-footed bird.

Tom Brighton
is a 24-year-old man.

- Who still has
a few good years left. - Daddy!

Besides, I think any young man
who has the guts to come back and get his master's degree...

after having been in
the service deserves credit, not criticism.

Anyway, I like him.
You're skirting the issue, Russ.

It's a well-known
psychological fact that a young girl...

is susceptible
to the wiles of an older man and can be deeply hurt.

Gidget is far too sensible
to be susceptible to anyone.

- Then maybe he's
susceptible to her. - [ Door Closes ]

* [ Humming ]

How long's
the jury been out?

Normal reaction
to a guilt complex.

Hi.
Hi, sweetie. Tom left these for you.

Ooh.

Ugh! Do you know
what he says? What?

He says I charge him
emotionally.

- Gidget!
- What'd the head-shrinker have to say?

He said I was falling in love
with Tom Brighton.

- Psychologically or for real?
- For real.

He told me the symptoms
to watch out for,

like being absentminded
and dreamy-eyed and no appetite.

Can you imagine me
with no appetite?

That John--

thinking I could fall in love
with someone who's nine years older than I am.

That John--

thinking I could fall in love
with someone who's...

nine years older than I am.

- You just said that.
- I did?

Oh, I guess I must
be getting absentminded.

- You okay?
- Hmm?

- You look funny.
- How?

Dreamy-eyed.

And I've lost my appetite.

Two malts and a triple-deck
hamburger-- no wonder.

But I usually have
two triple-deck hamburgers.

John's smarter
than I realized.

I am in love.

In love, huh?
Who's the lucky boy this week?

Tom Brighton.
How's the coffee?

- What?
- How's the coffee?

Weak. And so am I
at the moment.

Strong coffee's bad
for the blood pressure.

What do you think you've
done to my blood pressure?

Don't worry. It's just
a state of mind at the moment.

Mine. You see,
he's not in love with me.

I'm not his type.
Why not?

To him I'm just
a kid in pigtails,

barely out of
the tooth-brace set.

Well, if he'd paid the bill,
he'd appreciate your straight teeth.

But I'm only 15 and a half.

If he wants an old woman,
let him go find one.

- And my nose is wrong.
- What's the matter with your nose?

- It's crooked.
- It is not crooked.

Oh, Daddy,
let's be practical.

This is merely a case of
a young girl falling in love...

with an older, attractive,
sophisticated, charming man of the world.

And so, you see,
it's completely one-sided.

Of course, I'd never,
never let him know how I feel.

I'm sure you'll be able
to handle it, Francie.

Oh, don't worry, Daddy.

You see, if Tom
was in love with me,

then we'd have a problem.

And your nose
is not crooked.

[ Gidget Narrating ]
One thing I found out about being in love:

Nothing is quite the same.
You're clumsy, for one thing.

And you drop things.

And you wonder how you look.

Maybe if I wear my hair up,
I'll look older.

And just having him touch you
sends shock waves...

all up and down
your spinal column.

All right, I'm coming in
close for this one.

- Hope you've been staying
away from those candy bars. - Never touch the stuff.

I thought you didn't believe
in posed pictures.

This won't be posed.

I just want to get that one
little beam of sunlight

hitting that rock
in back of you.

Are you taking a picture
of me or the rock?

The rock naturally.

You're just sort of window
dressing in the foreground.

- Quit moving!
- I'm not moving. I-- I'm just sitting on a nervous rock.

- Then tell the rock
to quit moving. - Okay.

This is a special picture.
My first paying assignment.

A magazine cover.
Me on a cover?

- Uh-huh.
- Which one? Frisky Miss?

- New teenage magazine.
- Oh, kid stuff.

Nothing wrong with that.
Now--

- How do you want me to look?
- Hungry.

- What?
- I like that look on you.

Sort of...
wistful, hopeful.

This picture
is special, Gidget.

I want your face to be...
every kind of a face.

I want a face that says,
"This is youth. This is hope.

This is the face of tomorrow,
and I'm not afraid."

I want a face that says,
"I love everything...

"in this crazy, mixed-up
hunk of earth.

All I want
is a chance to prove it."

[ Shutter Clicks ]

I hope I didn't miss
the exposure.

This is one picture
I wouldn't want to foul up.

Ooh, you're gonna
have to cut out those triple-deck hamburgers.

I'm gonna have to cut out
something, all right.

But it's not hamburgers.

[ Gidget Narrating ]
I'm going to say to Tom,

"Tom, I regret very much that
I cannot pose for you anymore."

Then he'll say,
"Gidge, you can't do this to me.

Not in the middle
of a thesis."

Then I'll say,
"Yes, I can."

Then I'll smile sweetly
and leave so he won't see me bawling.

Hi. My name
is Frances Lawrence.

I know. The face.
He's in. Upstairs.

Third door to the right,
just past Chief Running Waters.

Huh?
Indian statue.

My late husband
owned a cigar store. Community property.

Tom?
Come on in. I'm in the closet.

Some laundry.

Gidge?
Yeah?

Open the door fast
and come in.

Couldn't wait to see
how that last picture of you turned out.

Tom, I regret
to inform you, but--

Gidge, look.
Come closer.

Tom, I regret
to inform you--

It takes a while
for your eyes to adjust.

Look here.

You know what this
is like, Gidge?

Like creating life.

An unborn image...

slowly taking shape.

Look here. See? First,
the outline of the head.

Then the eyes...

Then the mouth.

And the nose.

Beautiful.

Tom, I--
Shh.

This is a magical
moment.

You see that one little beam
of light just over the head?

Looks like a halo.

That's what I'll call this--
"Angel on the Rocks."

[ Phone Rings ]

You're the greatest.

Don't go away. I've got
something to tell you.

Hello? Pete!

Well, I've been waiting
for you to call.

When did you get in?
Great.

Hey, listen, if I sound
a little excited, it's because I am.

I'm in love...
with a face.

Wait till you meet her.
She's fabulous.

One in a million.

Well, she's here right now.

Well, she was here.

I must have scared her off
with my enthusiasm.

How old is she?
She's just a kid.

A delightful, wonderful
kid in pigtails,

but with a face that's
every photographer's dream.

I must say she's
an improvement over your last love affair--

a four-eyed butterfly fish.

Tom, could it be
you're in love with your work?

Runs a close second to you.
Hey, listen. How about dinner tonight?

I know a terrific
Italian place.

On second thought,
I can't wait that long. Come over right now.

You can help me
with my, uh, laundry.

I'll be right over.
[ Chuckles ]

Hey, Gidge.

Dad? Dad!

Dad, I have the most
terrific news for you! The greatest!

Dad, sit down.
I am sitting down.

Remember what I told you--
that we'd only have a problem if Tom was in love with me?

Yes.
Well, we've got a problem.

Isn't that wonderful?
I think I'll take this one standing up.

Dad, Tom Brighton
is in love with me. Me!

He called me an angel,
and he kissed me. He what?

He kissed me.
Where?

In the closet.
What were you doing in the closet?

He does his work there.
That's obvious.

He develops pictures.
And I was looking at one of the pictures he took of me,

and then he grabbed me
like this and kissed me.

Like that.
I think something's been lost in that translation.

And then the telephone rang.
Thank heaven for small favors.

It was a friend of his
named Pete.

And he told him
he loved me.

Oh, Daddy,
I know I'm young,

but don't forget I've had
a lot of responsibilities for a girl of my age.

And... I do love him...

so much.

[ Phone Rings ]

Hello--

Well, hi, Tom.

Yes. Yes, I will.

Right now. Bye.

I've gotta dash. Tom says
he has a surprise for--

Maybe he's
gonna propose. Propose?

I'd better change.
I'm going with you.

Dad! He's proposing
to me, not you. [ Squeals ]

My baby sister?

My little, little,
tiny, tiny baby sister...

on the verge of running off
and getting married, and you're calm!

Of course I'm calm.
I have to be. I have to keep my head.

And she is not little, little
or tiny, tiny. She's--

[ Whistles ]
Oh, hi, Russ.

Hi, honey.
Hi.

- What's new?
- Tell him.

I am not in the mood
for psychological I-told-you-so's.

Oh, by the way, Russ,
I have an apology to make--

about that photographer
that Gidget is mooning over.

Thought I'd stop by
and have a little chat with him about Gidget.

Have you ever seen
his room? I've heard about it.

- Hey, do we have
any cheese, honey? - In the refrigerator.

I am about to become
the father of the bride,

and he's worried
about his stomach.

Anyway, I just got there
when this old friend of mine dropped in to see him too.

- For Pete's sake.
- That's the one-- Pete.

We studied Psychology 3
together about two years ago.

- They're going to be married.
- Who's gonna be married?

- Tom and Pete.
- Tom and Pete?

- Pete's a girl.
- That's nice.

- Well, Pete who?
- Pete Peterson.

Well, everyone calls her Pete.
It's short for Penelope.

- Pete's a girl!
- And how.

Oh, no!

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

Gidget.
Daddy!

One of the most important
moments in my life, and you're gonna spoil it.

Honey, listen
to me, please.

[ Tom ]
Hi, doll.

Hey, you brought
your dad. Wonderful.

Welcome to
the Waldorf Towers.

Good-bye, Daddy.
Oh, no, Gidge.

Come on in, please.
This is a very special occasion.

The more, the merrier.

Darling, somebody
I want you to meet.

Penelope Peterson, known
in formal circles as "Pete."

My fianc?e.
Professor Lawrence. Hello.

And this is Gidget,
my number one pinup girl.

Told you she was a doll,
didn't I, darling?

Hello, Gidget. I've been
admiring your pictures.

You're everything Tom
said you were and more.

I'm glad she
isn't five years older. I'd be insanely jealous.

We're gonna be married
in the spring, right after graduation.

Hey. This is the first time
I've seen you with nothing to say.

Uh, Francie takes after me.

We both get all shook up
about weddings and, uh,

you know.

I-- I'm very happy
for you, Tom.

In fact, I--
I'm so happy that...

I might even
cry a little.

Congratulations.

Hey, where are you going?

I have a terrible feeling
that something is wrong.

I have a feeling
you're right.

Hi. Fancy
meeting you here.

I thought
I'd find you here.

Well, one thing
about the ocean--

all that saltwater around,
and nobody notices a few tears.

I'm sorry, honey.

You gonna tell me
it doesn't matter,

that in a few days
I'll forget all about Tom...

and everything'll be
A-OK again?

No.
Thanks.

I wish I could.

Just tell me one thing.

How long before
the hurting stops?

You'll always hurt a little--

every time
you think back about this.

But each time,
it'll hurt a little less.

That's what
first heartbreaks are for--

to immunize you
from the others to come.

It's sort of like
chicken pox, huh? Sure.

You know, don't you, Daddy?

Mm. I know.

- [ Knocking ]
- May I come in?

- Why not? You're in.
- I thought maybe you'd like to have some hot chocolate.

Thanks. I'd love it.

[ Sighs ]

You have to let adults
do things for you every now and then.

Makes them feel better.
Won't make me feel better though.

I've tasted Anne's
hot chocolate. Yech.

[ Knocking ]
This'll be John.

Hi, Gidge.

[ Sighs ]
You remember that purse you saw in Preeman's window?

The one with the mink lining?

The one with the nylon lining.

- Oh. Yeah?
- I ordered it for you.

- Terrif', John. Thanks.
- It's nothing.

Hmm.

[ Door Closes ]
He'll feel better too... until he gets the bill.

[ Tires Screech ]

[ Vehicle Door Closes ]

[ Thinking ]
Now, what could he do to make me feel better?

[ Doorbell Rings ]

I didn't realize
until I saw this picture,

but there it is--

the whole story...
on her face.

I should've known,
but I was so wrapped up in my own work.

Breaks your heart.
Funny.

As a photographer,
I'm always searching for truth.

Every picture,
I tell myself, has to tell a story.

Well, this one
tells a story.

It tells too much.

I don't want to use it.
It wouldn't be fair.

What about
your magazine cover?

I'll use another
picture of Gidget, a... happier one.

Oh, uh, you
can tell Gidge that...

I wasn't satisfied
with this one.

Tell her I... goofed.

Tom must have loved me
just a little bit,

or else he wouldn't
have given up that picture.

But he wasn't
the one that goofed.

Uh-uh. That was me.

Frances Elizabeth Lawrence.

[ Knocking ]

Guess who.

Now, there's a face.

You'll get over it,
honey. Honest.

I know I will, Daddy.

But what worries me--
Will you?

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