All language subtitles for I Love Lucy S07E04 Lucy Wins a Race Horse 1080p BluRay FLAC2 0 H 264-BTN_track4_[eng]

Thank you. Thank you very much,
and good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

Welcome to our show from Lucy, myself,

and our guests tonight,
Betty Grable and Harry James.

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Ford...

and the Ford dealers
of your community present...

the new Lucille Ball-Desi Arnaz Show.

With guest stars...

Betty Grable...

Harry James...

and, of course, Vivian Vance,

William Frawley, and Little Ricky.

Hello?

This is Ricky Ricardo.

Oh, telegram? Just a minute, please.

Yeah. Go ahead.

Uh-huh.

Thank you very much, operator.

Thanks.

Hi, Son.

Here's your slippers, Daddy.

Slippers?

Here's your pipe.

Well, thank you.

Thanks.

Do you love me, Daddy?

Of course I love you, Son.

How much?

A lot.

But I'm still not
gonna buy you that horse.

It didn't work, Mommy!

Oh, darn it.

It always works for me.
We should've had more rehearsal.

Lucy, what a terrible thing
to put the child up to.

I'm ashamed of you.

Well, you've been so stubborn
about buying him a horse,

Little Ricky and I were desperate.

We thought it might work,
didn't we, honey?

No.

That's where it went wrong.
Negative thinking.

Here. I guess you're gonna
have to ride this a little longer.

Why can't he have a horse, honey?

One of the reasons we moved to the country
was so we could have animals.

That was before I found out
how expensive it is living in the country.

I can hardly afford peoples.

His best friend, Billy Thompson,
has a horse

and Little Ricky just loves to ride him.

Why can't he have a nice horse
like Little Billy?

Because he hasn't got
a wealthy father like Little Billy.

Oh.

Oh, honey,
we've been over this a thousand times.

Besides, I want to tell you
about my surprise.

What?

You know who I'm going to meet
at the airport at 5:30?

A flying horse?

- No.
- Oh.

Betty Grable and Harry James.

Betty Grable and Harry James?

Yeah, I just got this telegram

and they accepted
the engagement at the club.

Oh, honey, that's wonderful.

So they're arriving this afternoon
to start rehearsals.

Fred?

[Fred] Yeah, Rick?

Listen, I thought you might like
to drive to the airport with me.

I got to meet the Jameses.

[Fred] Oh, no, thanks.
That's-- That's quite a long trip.

I'm just sitting here in my union suit
just about to take a little snooze.

Oh.

All right.

I just thought you might get a big kick

out of meeting Harry James
and Betty Grable.

I'll see you later though.

Do Betty and Harry still have horses?

Oh, yeah, they-they got a lot of horses.

Oh, no, you don't.

I don't wanna hear one more word about it.

Betty Grable? Let's go!

We still got plenty of time.

But the plane might be early.

You know those tailwinds.

- Come on, Rick!
- All right.

- Wait a minute. Let me get my clothes.
- Come on.

Betty Grable! Come on!

[Fred] Hurry up!

Isn't that a pitiful sight?

Come on, let's have some coffee, Ethel.

Oh, aren't husbands terrible?

Of course.

- What's yours done now?
- It's what he hasn't done.

I made another pitch
to get Little Ricky that horse

and got absolutely nowhere.

Well, cheer up, honey.

Your old pal, Ethel,
has the solution right here.

Listen to this:

"Enter Korny Krinkles Cereal Contest.

Win this beautiful trotting horse
absolutely free.

One entry per person.

Just select a name
and send it in with a box top

from a package of Korny Krinkles."

Is that all you had in mind, Ethel?

I entered that thing a month ago.

Oh.

Well, maybe I could enter it
and Fred can enter it.

You already have.

We have?

Well, how about Betty Ramsey
and Grace Munson and Marion Van Black?

I haven't left a friend
or neighbor unturned.

Uh, just how many box tops
did you send in?

Morning.

Oh, sit down, dear.
Breakfast is all ready.

Korny Krinkles again?

That's all we've had
for the last two weeks.

Well, dear...

You and your crazy contests.

Whatever happened to ham and eggs?

Well, they're old-fashioned.

Anyway, I thought
you liked Korny Krinkles.

I do, but every morning I crackle
all the way into New York.

You do not.

Remember, we might win a horse
for Little Ricky.

All right. All right.

I can't do it.

I'll-I'll have some ham and eggs in town.

Oh.

And by the way,
I won't be home for dinner tonight.

We're not gonna have
Korny Krinkles for dinner.

Not that, honey. It's that they--

They're gonna start
to redecorate the club tomorrow.

- Oh.
- So tonight is the only chance we have

- to rehearse with Betty and Harry.
- Oh. Okay, dear.

- See you later.
- Bye.

Oh, there you are.

I wondered where you were.

Sit down. Eat your breakfast.

I already had breakfast at the Ramseys'.

You did? Why?

They had ham and eggs.

Well, I can't say I blame you.

Thanks, Mommy.

[Ethel screaming] Fred, Fred, quick!

- Lucy! Lucy! Lucy!
- What?

- What?
- We won! We won!

- The letter from the contest people!
- We--

- We won!
- We won!

We won a horse?

- Oh, I don't believe it!
- We actually won, Lucy!

- Oh, I've got to tell Little Ricky!
- We did!

- Yes, sir! Oh, boy!
- [Lucy] Little Ricky!

Have you two lost your marbles?

No, but you have.

This is a letter from a contest we entered

and from the postmark,
it's been on your dresser for three days.

Why didn't you open it?

Because it looked like a bill.

Oh, well. The main thing is
we won the contest

and Little Ricky has a horse.

Well, I don't get it.

Why was this addressed to me?

Well, each contestant
was only allowed one entry.

So, Lucy signed all of her friends' names
and your entry won.

Oh.

Oh, Little Ricky's so excited.

He's telephoning all of his friends
to tell about his new horse.

-
- His horse?

The letter is addressed
to a Mr. Fred Mertz.

It says the winner is a Mr. Fred Mertz.

And I guess you know what my name is.

If you're thinking what I think you are,

it's Mr. Fred Skunk.

Tut, tut, tut.

But, Fred,
the horse belongs to Little Ricky.

I bought this cereal.

I mailed in the entry with a box top.

I signed your name to it.

How do you figure
the horse belongs to you?

Because the letter is registered
in my name, Mr. Fred Skunk.

Mertz!

Fred, I just can't believe you're not
giving that horse to Little Ricky.

Oh, I'm gonna give it to him.

Well, I should hope so.

-
- If the price is right.

Fred Mertz, this is the worst thing
you've ever done in your life.

I'm absolutely disgusted with you.

Either you give that horse to Little Ricky
or I'm going to leave you.

Ethel, if you're trying to scare me,
you've got to do better than that.

Oh!

Fred... ...you can't be serious.

You wouldn't do this to your own godson.

Mommy, Mommy!

What, dear?

Can we call Daddy and tell him the news?

Well, a little later, dear.

Daddy won't be there for about an hour.

You-you run along outside and play.

- Mommy?
- What?

When is my horse going to get here?

Well, honey, the-- the letter said
the horse would be delivered Tuesday.

That's today!

Oh, boy!

Uncle Fred,
I want you to ride my new horse first.

Uh, honey. Honey, there's a little problem
about the horse.

Yes, sweetie.

There's something you have to know
about your Uncle Fred.

- You see--
- What's wrong, Uncle Fred?

Don't you want to ride my new horse first?

Oh, no, pal. You ride him first.

After all, he's your horse, you know?

Oh.

Oh. Will you have him call me
the minute he gets in the club?

Okay, thanks.

Mommy, Mommy! My horse is here.

- Come on!
- Your horse is here?

Oh, honey, how--

Fred, Ethel, the--

Mommy, here he is!

Oh, isn't he a beauty?

Well, whoa! Hello there.

He likes you, Mommy.

Yes, he's so sweet.

Never saw a horse
take to a person so quick.

- Really?
- Uh-huh.

Can I ride my horse now, Mommy?

Well, gee, I don't know, honey.
We don't have a saddle yet,

but maybe you could sit on him.
Would that be all right?

- Sure. He's as gentle as a Iamb.
- Yeah, he seems to be.

Come on, young man.
I'll give you a leg up.

- Oh.
- There you are.

Hurry up, Fred!

- Oh, Ethel! Look. Isn't he beautiful?
- Oh, look at him!

Isn't he a beauty?

Oh, but, Lucy, he's awfully big.

Gee, he is an awful big horse
for such a little boy.

Maybe we ought to trade him in
for a pony, honey.

No, Mommy, no! I like this one!

Oh, but he's so big.

Someday, I'll be big, too,

and then he'll be just right.

Well, that's true.

Okay, honey, I guess we can keep him.

He's a dandy, all right.

What's his name?

Uh, you know, Fred.

Uh, Whirling Jet?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Well, that's a very nice name
I picked out for him.

Hello, Whirling Jet.

- I assume you're the lucky Mr. Mertz?
- Yeah.

- Would you sign this, please?
- Sure.

Plan to race the horse, Mr. Mertz?

Oh, no, no, no.

I'm gonna give him to my godson to ride.

That's mighty generous of you.

Well, that's how I am.
Generous to a fault.

Well, it isn't every man

who will give his godson
a horse worth $1,000.

$1,000?

Close your mouth, Fred.

- Well, he's just a pretty baby. Yes, sir.
-

His tongue!

Lucy, your phone's ringing.

Oh, really? Maybe it's Ricky.

Wait till I tell him the news.

- Oh, wow, boy! Wow, boy!
- You stay right there with Little Ricky.

- I'll be right back.
- Don't tell him till I get there, Lucy.

Fred, you keep your eye on Little Ricky.

- Fred? Fred!
-

Keep your eye on Little Ricky.

- Hello?
- Oh, hi, honey. They told me you called.

Yeah. Wait till you hear the news.

- [Ricky] Yeah?
- I just ran in from outside.

Wait till I catch my breath.

Look, while you're catching your breath,

- I got some news for you.
- [Lucy] Oh?

Yeah, I've been talking
to Harry James about horses

and he tells me that it
costs a fortune to keep one.

As a matter of fact, that's the reason
he and Betty are doing club dates,

to help pay for the upkeep
of all the racehorses

that Betty talked him into buying.

So you better withdraw from that contest.

Harry James told Ricky
that it costs a fortune to keep a horse

and now he wants me
to withdraw from the contest.

- Withdraw? You just won.
-

I can't tell him that now.

Lucy, are you there?

Yeah.

[Ricky] Well, what was the news
that you wanted to tell me?

Uh...

Look, I'm too busy to stand here
and listen to you breathe.

You better tell me your news
when I get home.

That's good. Okay, dear. Bye.

That Harry James.

Why doesn't he save his breath
to blow his bugle?

Well, what are you gonna do, honey?
Give up the horse?

And break my son's little heart?

I am not.

It's either his little heart
or your little neck.

Oh, don't worry.
Ricky isn't coming home till late.

I got plenty of time
to think of a way to keep that horse.

Well, if I know Ricky,
you're gonna need plenty of time.

I know. Now, let's see...

Lucy, where are you?

- [Lucy] I'm out in the kitchen, Fred.
- Oh.

- Hi.
- [Lucy] Hi.

Have you got any clothesline?

Has Whirling Jet broken that rope again?

No, but he's chewing on it.

Well, I'll look.

Have you decided
what to do with that horse yet?

No, but I'm working on it.

Well, you better work fast.

If Ricky finds that nag around here,

there's gonna be
the biggest Cuban explosion

since the battleship Maine blew up.

Oh, relax, Fred.
Ricky won't be home for hours.

All you gotta do
is keep that horse tied up.

You've let him get away twice already.

Well, it's not my fault
if he chews through the rope.

He keeps coming over here
'cause he wants to be near you.

And it's not my fault
if the horse happens to like me.

Here.

Now, why don't you just stay
out there with him

and don't let him chew it anymore.

Ain't this dandy?

At my age, nursemaid to a lovesick horse?

All right, Fred. Come on, come on.

Just stay out there,
and everything will be all right.

- [Fred] All right.
- [Lucy] Just watch him.

For corn's sake!

Whirling Jet, you have got to quit
following me around.

Is that clear?

Fred, he understands me!

Well, that's more than I can do.

Look, I'm very fond of you.

You know that, don't you?

But we just can't have you wandering
in and out of the house like this.

Now, Fred's gonna take you out
and tie you up again

and you're gonna stay in that garage
like a good boy, aren't you?

Oh, yes, you are.

Now, you've got to learn to behave.

I got enough problems
trying to explain you to Ricky.

I think I'll take you
out there myself this time.

- [Ethel] Lucy!
- What?

Ricky's home!
He's turning in the driveway.

He's not supposed to be here now!

Neither is he.

My goodness. I gotta get him out of here.

Come on, boy.

Lucy, you can't take him out there.

Ricky will see him
when he puts the car in the garage.

Well, I gotta put him somewhere.

Fred, you go out to the car
and stall Ricky.

We'll take the horse over to the Ramseys'.

We can't let Ricky see him.

- [Ethel] Okay.
- Come on, boy.

Hey, I got an idea. If he does see us,

we can say it's Ralph and Betty Ramsey
on their way to a costume party.

You know, Ralph's in the front
and Betty's in, uh--

Ethel, leave the thinking to me
and go open the door.

A costume party.

I couldn't stall him. He's on his way in.

Well, bolt the door.

-
- Hey, open up.

What's going on here?

He's going around to the front door.

Lock the door. Lock the door.

Come on, boy, you gotta go in the den.

Come on, boy.

Hurry up.

Hurry up there. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Now, you stay right here
until I come and get you.

- [Ricky] Come on! Open up!
-

[Ricky] Open up!

Who is it?

You know who it is. It's Ricky.

How do we know it's really you?

That's Ricky, all right.

Come on! Open up!

-
- Open up!

Uh, just a minute, dear.

Oh, hello, dear.

What's going on here?
Why are all the doors locked?

Well, we didn't expect you this early.

We thought you were a prowler.

Fred, you saw me get out of the car.
Did you think I was a prowler?

Uh... I--

Well, Ethel,
did you think I was a prowler?

Well ...

What are you doing?

Well, now that I see you up close,
you do look like a prowler.

What's the matter with everybody?

You-You told me
never to open the door to strangers

and I-I didn't expect you home
until late tonight.

Oh?

What are you doing home so early anyway?

Well, there was a mix-up at the club.

They started to-- to redecorate today,
so we gotta rehearse here.

Rehearse here?

Yeah.

The boys are on the train.

The Jameses were driving out.

They were right behind me,
but I lost them on the parkway.

They should be here any minute.

- Any minute?
- [Ricky] Yeah.

Uh, let's go, Fred.
We'll just be in the way.

No, don't go. I like you in the way.

Uh, where-- where are you going, dear?

To get the drum out of the den.

I'll get it. Uh, I'll get it.

I'll get it.

Honey, since the Jameses are driving out

and since they've never been here before,

don't you think you ought to go out
and stand in the driveway

- so they won't miss the house?
- They'll find it all right.

Well, now I'm not too sure.

You said yourself that, uh,
that they got lost on the parkway.

He may play a great trumpet
and she may have gorgeous legs,

but apparently they're not too bright.

What's that? Sounded like a horse.

A horse?

That was me.

[Fred] That's right, Rick.

Ethel's been eating
like a horse for so long,

she's commencing to sound like one.

You know, with--
with the new show and all,

I-I think I've been working too hard.

Maybe I should go outside
and get some fresh air.

Oh, yeah, that-- that's a good idea, dear.
Yeah, get some fresh air.

You'll feel better.

Come on, Ethel. We gotta
get Whirling Jet out of the den.

Wouldn't it be simpler
to get Rick's drum out?

No, with them rehearsing here,

there'll be people
in and out of the den all evening.

How are we gonna get him out of the house?

We could take him through the Dutch door.

That's no good. Ricky can see
that door from the driveway.

How about taking him through the kitchen
and out the back door?

That door is too narrow.
He'd never get through it.

That's right. Ethel can barely make it.

Oh!

There's just no way
to get him out of here.

You mean we gotta keep
that horse in the house?

We have no choice.

Fred, you go out and talk to Ricky
and you keep him out there.

Don't let him come back in here
until we figure out

- what to do with that horse.
- Okay, but hurry up.

We will.

- You keep him out there now.
- All right.

Ethel, come on.

Well, don't just sit there.
We gotta hide you.

Ethel, where are we gonna put him?

We--

Never mind.

I know. We'll put him in the guest room.

The guest room?

Yes, the guest room.

It's the only place where people won't go.

Besides, he is kind of a guest,
aren't you? Come on.

- But Lucy--
- What?

The guest room is upstairs.

No kidding.

Ethel, this is no time
to quibble over petty details.

Now, come on and help me.

Come on, Whirling Jet. Come on, boy.

Come on. Up, up.

Here we go. Up! Up! Up!

Ethel, will you get behind him and push?

Not gonna do it.

I'm not getting behind him
and getting kicked.

He won't kick you.

You know how he feels about me,
and any friend of mine is a friend of his.

Yeah, but from back here,
he can't tell a friend from an enemy.

Will you get behind him and push?

Come on, Whirling Jet. Please, boy.

Come on.
You're just gonna love the guest room.

It's got a television set.

You can see My Friend Flicka.

Come on, boy!

Come on.

What are you two busy dames doing?

What does it look like we're doing?

We're taking the horse
up to the guest room.

I was a fool to ask.

- Of all the stupid, idiotic--
- Oh, shut up and push.

That won't work.

Well, you lived on a farm.

What did you do in a case like this?

Well, sir, the problem never came up.

We kept our horses in the parlor.

Will you stop yapping and push?

Oh, it's freezing out there.

Oh, I really have been working too hard.

Fred ...

You see a horse on the stairs?

I don't see anything.

What horse?

What stairs?

Looks like a horse.

It looks like a horse.

That is a horse.

What's a horse doing in our house?

What house?

Lucy, I want you and the horse
to come down here and explain yourselves!

Is it all right
if he speaks for both of us?

- Lucy!
- Whoa, back up, boy.

When he uses that tone, he means it.

Yoo-hoo!

Anybody home?

Oh, uh, hi! Hi!

Uh, you met... Y-You met Fred.

- Thi-- This is Ethel Mertz, his wife.
- Hello.

- How do you do?
- The Jameses.

And this is, uh ...

Um, never mind.

Um, that's my wife, Lucy, up there.

Hello.

Hello.

My, we've certainly heard a lot about you.

And apparently, it's all true.

Uh...

Listen, don't you think
that in this part here

where the rhythm takes over,
it's a good spot for you with the trumpet?

- It's very good, yeah.
- Ad-lib in there?

[Harry] Over here,
there's a small part too.

Oh, hi, honey. Is Betty ready?

- She'll be down in a minute.
- Good.

Ricky, I'm going to give you
one last chance.

Will you please let us keep Whirling Jet?

Well, I'll give you one last answer.

No.

I think it's just terrible
making us sell him.

Betty Grable thinks we should keep him.

If Betty Grable had her way,
we'd have bought every horse in the world.

- And we almost have.
-

- Hi.
- [Ricky] Hi, Fred.

Hi, Fred.

Where's Betty?
Has she done her number yet?

She's getting ready.
She'll be down in a minute.

What are you doing?

This is the first time
he's cleaned his glasses

since he looked for a loophole
in our marriage license.

I want to get a good gander
at those gorgeous Grable gams.

Oh, for heaven's sake, Fred.
Legs are legs.

Betty Grable's legs are legs.

Your legs are something else again.

What do you mean?
What's the matter with these?

Nothing, only you got 'em on upside down.

Oh, honestly, Fred.

Come on, Ethel.

Let's go break the news to Whirling Jet
and tell him goodbye.

- I'm ready.
- [Ricky] Oh, good.

Hello.

All right, kids. Come on.

Now, this is the only dress rehearsal
we're gonna have.

We're not gonna be able
to get in the club till tomorrow night.

Now do a good job. Okay, Rick.

- Okay.
- All right, kids.

Let's take it from the top.
Ready, fellas? Here we go.

And ...

♪ From Bayamo, Cuba, it came ♪

♪ Brighter than flame ♪

♪ Bound to be famous ♪

♪ You will feel on fire too ♪

♪ After you ♪

♪ Learn to do ♪

♪ The Bayamo ♪

♪ Get the beat
And your feet will astound you ♪

♪ The Bayamo ♪

- ♪ First you step ♪
- ♪ Then you stop ♪

♪ And stare ♪

♪ If you're not dancing
You're romancing ♪

♪ Watch your heart
For your partner will hound you ♪

♪ She will reach
Till her arms reach around you ♪

- ♪ Then amigo shall.... ♪
- ♪ Stop ♪

♪ Right there ♪

♪ The Bayamo ♪

♪ Makes him so strong ♪

♪ And her so tender ♪

♪ So strong that he will not surrender ♪

♪ So tender she won't let him go ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ The Bayamo ♪

♪ Grab your partner and dance ♪

♪ The Bayamo ♪

♪ You would want to dance on to the moon ♪

♪ But The Bayamo will stop ♪

♪ You too ♪

Oh, gee, Mr. Mertz,
you're a wonderful audience.

- Aw.
- Ah, you're sweet.

Where are you going, Fred?

Home, to write in my diary.

Oh.

Hey, Harry.
Gee, that was just great with the trumpet.

That ad-lib part
with the rhythm section is great.

Well, thank you, Ricky.

- Who wrote that tune, "The Bayamo"?
- Arthur Hamilton.

- It's wonderful.
- How was that for you, Jack?

[Jack] That's fine.
I hope it goes like that tomorrow night.

Good. Oh, hi, honey.

I just kissed Whirling Jet goodbye,

and you may not believe this,
but there were tears in his eyes.

I hope you're satisfied.

Oh, honey,
I don't feel too good about it either,

but I can't figure a way
to keep that horse.

Hey, I just thought of a way.

How?

The trotters are running now
at Roosevelt Raceway.

How about entering him
into a harness race?

Then, if he wins the purse money
will take care of his feed

for the rest of his life.

Yeah.

Well, if you don't mind my saying so,
that's not very practical.

Why not?

Well, to begin with, we don't know
if the horse is a good trotter or not,

and if he loses,
Ricky will be out the entry fee.

- Yeah.
- You'll also have to pay for the training

and the driver and the horseshoe...

- That's enough. That's enough.
- ...and the feed bill.

It was a good try, honey.
But it's not a good idea.

- Yeah, not good.
- But Ricky...

Nothing doing, honey.
Now you just get off these horse capers.

Oh.

Listen, how was that rhythm for you?
Too fast?

- [Betty] Fine, yeah.
- [Ricky] Just about right?

- [Harry] What is that round thing...
- Betty. Betty.

Betty, would you like to have
some coffee with me in the kitchen?

No, no, no, thanks. Not right now.

I just made some. They're real fresh.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

All right. I'd love some. Thank you.

[Ricky] It's got that straightened sound ...

Listen, there's something
I want to know, Ethel.

Ethel?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I usually cook up my schemes with Ethel.

Oh.

Listen, Betty. Is there any reason
we couldn't enter that horse

in a trotting race ourselves
without telling Ricky and Harry?

Of course there isn't.

All right.
You know a lot of people at the track.

- Will you help me?
- I sure will.

I'm never too busy to put one over
on a couple of husbands.

Good. Now, how do you enter
a horse in a race?

Well, it's gonna take some money.

- Oh.
- You see, there's the entry fee,

and then you have to pay the driver,

and then there's the feed bill.

Oh, we're gonna have to have a trailer
to take the horse to the track.

Oh.

We're gonna need around $300.

Oh, well, I-- I don't know
where I'd get that kind of money.

I can lend you a hundred.

Betty, you're just what
I've been looking for.

An Ethel Mertz with money.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

But we're still short 200.

Gee, where are we gonna get
the rest of that money?

Say, how about your friend Fred Mertz?

Fred Mertz?

Well, but you told me
he was the legal owner of the horse.

Well, he's also the legal owner
of every dollar he ever made.

- Oh. You don't think he'd be willing to...
- No, no, not a chance.

No.

Hello, Betty.

Hello, Fred.

I wonder if you'd autograph
this picture for me?

Oh, I'd be glad to. Do you mind?

- I'll just use your big, strong back.
- Do I mind?

Oh, by the way,
Lucy and I have a little scheme

and we need your help with it,
Freddie boy.

- Anything you say, Betsy girl.
- [Betty chuckles]

Well, we just thought we might enter
Whirling Jet in a trotting race

without telling that mean old Harry
and Ricky about it.

No kidding.

And since you're the legal owner
of the horse,

we're gonna need your permission.

Well, you have it, my dear.

Oh, you're a real sweetheart.

- Mmm.
- Aw.

Oh, uh, one more thing.

Lucy and I are a little short
of the amount we need to enter the horse.

So, could you chip in
with a little old measly 200?

Hmm?

Ooh, I--

Fifty.

A hundred.

One-fifty.

- Two hundred.
-

Thank you.

- Now, are you sure that's enough?
- [Betty] Oh, yes.

You're a real darling!

Oh, pfft. Well, it's nothing.

And remember, if you need any more,
just call on Fredsy boy.

See you later.

- Bye.
- Bye.

We've got it!

Betty, I gotta hand it to you.

There's just one other person
that ever got that much money out of Fred,

and he used a mask and a gun.

- Good morning.
- Oh, good morning, Betty.

Well, have you seen your horse yet?

- No, not yet.
- Gee, ought to be on the track by now.

He probably doesn't like getting up
at this early hour any more than I do.

Oh. Here he comes.

That's Whirling Jet all right.

Gee, he isn't running very fast.

No, he isn't even walking very fast.

Good morning, Mrs. James.

Oh, hi, George.
I'd like you to know Mrs. Ricardo.

- She owns Whirling Jet.
- How do you do?

Howdy.

- And this is Mrs. Mertz.
- Hello.

[George] Howdy.

Well, how's he doing?

Not so good, Mrs. James.

Well, what's the matter, sweetheart?

Say, he sure cottons to you.

You must be the one he's been looking for.

What do you mean?

Every time I try
to drive him past the stands,

he stops and looks like he's searching
for a long-lost friend.

If it was up to me, I'd scratch him.

Scratch him?

Is he itchy?

Can't just scratch him, George.

That means take him out of the race.

Oh, no!

I'm sorry, Mrs. Ricardo,
but I can't get him to do anything for me.

Well, then maybe we'll have
to get somebody else.

There's not a driver on the track
who'd want to race this horse.

But, George, what am I gonna do?

Look, Mrs. Ricardo,
I'll drive him back to the stable.

You decide what to do and let me know.

- [Lucy] Oh, dear.
- Come on, Whirling Jet. Let's go.

[Lucy] Ricky'll sell him for sure.

Oh, what a shame that horse
had to get a crush on you.

- Yeah, what rotten luck.
- [George] Come on.

Whirling Jet,
why don't you forget about me

and start going steady
with a cute lady horse?

Come on, Whirling Jet. Let's get going.

Mrs. Ricardo, now that he's seen you,
I can't get him to move at all.

Would you mind driving him back
to the stable?

Well, uh, okay.

But you have to tell me what to do.

Just walk around back and get on.

Well, okay.

- Now what?
- Better turn around.

Oh.

Yep.

What happened to the floor?

Sulkies don't have floors.

No kidding. What do you do with your feet?
Just let them dangle?

Put them up here in these things.

- Up there?
- That's right.

Now take hold of the reins.

- Like this?
- That's right.

Now you're all set. How do you feel?

Like a human slingshot.

Honey, you look great.

Well, thanks.

What do we do now?

Just take the whip. Just tap lightly.

He'll walk to the barn
and I'll go along with you.

Okay. Bye.

Whoa!

Lucy, be careful.

Pull him up. Pull him up.

That little horse is really traveling.

He sure is.

Oh, my gosh. Poor Lucy.

- You mean poor rich Lucy.
- Huh?

Her horse just did a furlong
in 15 seconds.

No kidding. Her horse just did a furlong
in 15 seconds.

Is that good?

Is that good? Why, it's sensational.

Well, I'll be darned,
he sure wouldn't run like that for me.

Whoa! Whoa!

Lucy, are you okay?

Oh, I'm okay,
but this horse is nutty as a fruit cake.

I couldn't even get him
to look at the stables.

Well, don't worry about that.

You've got a potential champion
on your hands.

- Right, George?
- That's right.

What?

That is if he'd trot like that
for a driver, which he won't.

- Gee, that's right.
- [Ethel tuts]

It's a shame you can't drive him
in the race this afternoon.

[Betty] Yeah, it sure is.

Well, I better report to the track steward
that we're scratching him.

Thanks, George.

Oh, dear.

Betty, go tell George
not to scratch Whirling Jet.

But why? You're the only one
that can handle him.

Yeah, I know.

Oh, come now, Lucy.
You can't be thinking of--

Why not?
They have lady drivers, don't they?

I-- I guess so.

Oh, Lucy.

Listen, Ethel, as long as we've gone
this far, why not go whole horse?

I don't care.

I still don't think
you ought to go through with it.

Oh, why not?
Her first time in a sulky this morning,

she practically set a new world's record.

Yeah. And think how much better
I'll be this afternoon.

Now that I'm experienced.

Well.

Ethel.

How are we gonna keep Fred
from seeing the race?

We can't let him know
that I'm driving his $200 investment.

The simplest thing would be
to tell him you're driving

and he'll faint, and when he comes to,
the race will be over.

Ethel, we gotta think of a way
to keep him from going to the track.

-
- Come in.

Well, good morning.

Hello, Fred.

How was the Mertz racing stable
this morning?

Fine, Fred.

I wish I'd have been there,

but I was busy
picking out my racing silks.

Oh, good grief.

Uh, Fred,

we were just thinking maybe you shouldn't
go to the track this afternoon.

No, maybe you shouldn't go.

What do you mean? Why, it's all settled.

I've invited Harry and Ricky
to join us in my private box.

- Harry?
- Ricky?

Private box?

What's the matter with you dames?

Why did you tell them our secret?

I didn't tell them what we're gonna do.

I just invited them to go,

and when they see Whirling Jet
in the race,

it'll be a big surprise.

You can say that again.

Where are you going?

I am off to the Roosevelt Raceway
to have a stirrup cup

with my fellow horse owners.

Tallyho.

Racing silks and a private box.

The first time in his life
he ever spent any money

and it's gotta be now.

Oh, gee, that's a shame, Lucy.

Looks like you'll just have
to forget about the whole thing.

You're new around here, aren't you?

How can she go through with it
with our husbands at the track?

I don't know. But look at that face.

We'll all be in the box together...

Three minutes
until post time for the fifth race.

Wonder what's keeping Lucy.

I thought she said
she was only gonna get a hot dog.

Well, they serve those, uh,
Coney Island red hots here.

You know, those long ones.
It takes a long time to eat them.

Well, she's already
missed the third and fourth race.

It looks like she's gonna miss the fifth.

I don't think she'll miss this one.
Do you, Ethel?

No, sir. She won't miss this one.

Well, I sure hope she doesn't.

I got a feeling it's gonna be a humdinger.

Look, Daddy.
Number eight looks just like my horse.

[Ricky] Yeah, well,

a lot of horses look alike, you know?

You know, you're right.
It does look a little like Whirling Jet.

It looks a lot like Whirling Jet.

Yeah.

Well, that's the surprise
I told you about, Rick.

It is Whirling Jet.

What?

What is he doing in this race?

Well, don't you see?

When he wins the race,
he'll, uh, make money enough

so that Little Rick can have him.

But who-- who-- who paid the entry fee?

Get ready for your second surprise.

Fred?

[Fred] Yep.

After all, there's a lot
of sporting blood in these veins.

Well, now I know where Lucy went.

You do?

Yeah, down to the paddock
to see the horse.

Uh, yes, sir.
That's where she went all right.

Down to the paddock to see the horse.

Yeah, I hope Lucy can find a good seat
down there so she can see the race.

Don't worry. She will.

The trotters are out the gate.

-
- There they go.

Running past the stand
the first time

is Whirling Jet, in front by ten licks.

The Old Butler by a lick.

- Geologist down the outside by one lick.
- Come on, boy. Stay there.

Stay there!

Stay there! Attaboy!

Attaboy. Come on.

Come on, fella.

What's the matter? Where are you going?
What are you going over there for?

Whirling Jet has bolted
to the outside rail.

What are you stopping for?

What are you doing over here?

Who are you looking for?

Whirling Jet, listen to me.
Don't you know me?

Wh--

Oh, of course you don't.
Look, look, here I am.

Here I am.

-
- Here I am, honey.

It's Lucy!

That's enough of that.
We gotta win this race.

Come on, boy. Let's go.

Oh! Whirling Jet, wait for me!

Wait for me! Wait for me, Whirling Jet!

Wait for me!

Whirling Jet!

Lucy, be careful!

She's catching up to him!

Whirling Jet, wait for me!

Turn around, Mommy! Turn around!

Hi-yah!

Come on, buddy, move it!

Hey, hey!

Hi-yah! What are you trying to do,
get us killed?

Hey, hey!

Hi-yah! Hi-yah!

Come on, Whirling Jet,
let's get away from these soreheads.

Come on, boy!

Sorry, old man!
This hurts me more than it does you!

Geologist runs the second time.

The Old Butler in front by one lick.

Come on, boy! Come on, boy!

Catch up, boy!

Then Estranged Star.

...on the outside by a lick.

Whirling Jet is coming up on the rail.

Come on, Whirling Jet! Come on, boy!

Look out!

-
- [Ricky] Look out!

Watch it, man.

Come on, boy.

Hey! Watch it! Watch it!

Hi-yah!

- Hey, hey!
-

Watch your wheels! Hi-yah!

Watch your own wheels!

Come on, boy!

Look out!

Into the stretch
and heading for home is Whirling Jet.

Come on. Come on, boy.

Attab--

Come on, boy. Come on, boy!

-
- [Fred] Come on, Lucy!

Atta-fella! Come on, boy!

Coming down to the wire,

it's Whirling Jet by three licks
to The Old Butler,

by a lick, The Geologist.

Oh, you--

Mommy! Mommy!

- Oh, hi, honey! Hi.
- [Ethel] Oh, Lucy!

We won! We won!

Honey, what a crazy thing to do.

You don't know how worried I was.

Oh.

Attention, ladies and gentlemen.

In the fifth race,
Whirling Jet has set a new world record.

Just a minute, please.

A new world record
for infraction of rules.

The horse has been disqualified
on 32 different counts.

But they can't do that! We won!

- Yeah, we won. He can't do a thing--
- [Lucy] We won!

- Just a minute, now.
- We won!

- Now, wait a minute. Hold on.
- We won!

Just a minute, you two. Take it easy.

You take it easy.

I'm out 200 bucks.

Hey, Ricky,
why don't you keep on racing him?

You'll make a fortune with him.

But the only one he'll run for is Lucy.

Will you ride him, Mommy?

[Lucy] Oh, yes, honey.

If that's the only way
we can afford Whirling Jet, I'll try.

All mama has to do
is learn how to keep her wheels on.

Never mind.
You've just driven your last race.

I don't want to give him up.

So do I.

All right. All right.

I know when I'm licked. We'll keep him.

Oh, honey, you're wonderful!

Thanks, Daddy!

I don't know how we're gonna manage,
but we'll manage somehow.

- Sure, we will.
- How about my 200 bucks?

- All right, Fred, I'll pay you for it.
- All right.

Well...

...at least we'll have something
to ride on the way to the poorhouse.

Come on, Son.
Let's take him down to the stable.

- There you go.
- Hang on tight, now. Hang on tight.

Attaboy.

- Give me the key.
- No, I want to drive.

- You drove it this morning.
- Well, I want to drive it again.

It's a thrill to drive
the new Thunderbird.

[Ricky] It's a thrill just to look at.

That's because it's the first car
of its kind in the world.

Yes, sir.

It's another first for For.

First for Ford, dear.

That's what I said.

It's the newest
in a long line of firsts for For.

D.

Like the Skyliner,
the world's only retractable hardtop.

Not to mention all the great new things
in the '58 For.

D.

You better let me take this.

Like the Interceptor V8 engine
and Cruise-O-Matic drive

and Magic-Circle steering,
and so many more.

The Ford passenger Thunderbird

just proves again that the finest things
come first from Ford,

no matter which one
of the 20 new Ford models you choose.

That was very good, dear.
You finally learned how to say Ford.

It wasn't "har."

- Oh, come on. Let's pick up the children.
- Yeah, we got plenty of room now.

Oh, uh, see you at your Ford dealer's.
Soon, I hope.

The Lucille Ball-Desi Arnaz Show.

Directed by Jerry Thorpe.

Written by Madelyn Martin,
Bob Carroll, Jr.,

Bob Schiller and Bob Weiskopf.

Produced by Bert Granet.

Executive producer Desi Arnaz.

The race announcer was Joe Hernandez.

Others in tonight's cast
were Norman Leavitt and James Burke.

The Lucille Ball-Desi Arnaz Show
is a Desilu production.

Your host tonight has been Ford.

There's nothing newer in the world.

Ford also brings you
Dick Powell's Zane Grey Theatre

on most of these same stations.

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for day and time.