All language subtitles for Bewitched S05E09 Samantha Fights City Hall

All right. Come on.

Now, sweetheart, you run off
and have a good time, okay?

Okay. Honey, remember.
No funny business.

Okay, Mommy. Promise?

Yes. All right. Go on.

Morning, Mrs. Gurney. Ladies.

Beautiful day, isn't it? Lovely.

I was just telling the
girls. I can't believe

what's happening
to the price of bacon.

And red onions... don't
forget the red onions.

I just don't even
buy them anymore.

So my salads
don't look so pretty.

I bet you can't. I can too.

You can't. I can.

- I dare you.
- I won't.

- I double dare you.
- No!

That proves you can't do it.

Tabitha, you promised.
No fooling around.

- He dared me.
- I don't care if you get
a zillion dares.

You slide down a slide.
You don't slide up a slide.

- But he dared me.
- No buts.

- Now, promise. No more.
- I promise.

All right. Come on.

That's better.

Okay, Charlie, let's
start behind the fountain.

Okay, girls. I guess you're gonna
have to clear out of here for a while.

Why? What's going on?

Little bit to the
left, Charlie. Uh.

Would, uh... Would you mind
telling us what's happening?

As of tomorrow this
park is officially closed.

- Closed?
- Okay. Raise it
a little, Charlie.

- But why?
- Lady, I don't know why.

Maybe it's so your kids won't
get in the way of the bulldozers...

when they start levelin' off this
place for the shopping center.

What shopping center?

But this is a public park.

It says so, right on
that plaque over there.

"Dedicated to the city by
Colonel Nathan R. Mossler."

All I know is what I
read in the papers.

Seems like they had a
little dipsy down at city hall.

This ground was leased to
the city for one dollar a year.

And the city goofed. They
forgot to send in the dollar.

- That's terrible.
- That's life.

Young Mossler decided to
take back his grandfather's park...

and turn it into a
shopping center.

But... Charlie, let's move
to the second position.

Hmph.

Well, the park
gone, just like that.

It's outrageous.
They call it progress.

Well, it's wrong. The
kids need this park.

It's the only one in
the neighborhood.

There's no use getting excited.

Like they say, "You
can't fight city hall."

Well, I don't care
what they say.

I'm going to fight,

just as soon as I
find out one thing.

- What's that?
- How do you fight city hall?

Hi, sweetheart. Hi, darling.

Uh, can I fix you a drink?

No, no, no. I can fix it myself.

Uh, no, sweetheart,
I'll do it. I'll do it.

I-I want you in a nice,
relaxed mood when I... Oh-oh.

Oh-oh, what?

Oh-oh, the last time you
wanted me nice and relaxed...

was just before you told me that your
mother had brought Tabitha a unicorn.

Darrin, I resent that. So did I.

Sweetheart, what I'm
trying to tell you about...

is very, very mortal.

It's so mortal, in fact,
that I don't understand it.

Okay, what is it? Well,

Tabitha and I went
to the park today,

and I found out that
starting tomorrow,

the park is going to be
replaced with a shopping center.

Well, that's progress, I guess.

- That's what
Mrs. Bentley said.
- Oh.

Well, I think it's disgraceful, and
I'm gonna do something about it.

Honey, relax! Yeah.
Well, okay. But...

Now, listen to this. The city leased
that property for a dollar a year...

and forgot to send the dollar.

Now doesn't that
sound peculiar to you?

Not really.

Civic affairs are sometimes made
up of very mysterious arrangements.

Well, they are not going
to make this arrangement.

Don't you want Tabitha and the
other children to have that park?

Yes. Then you admit it's
wrong to close the park.

- Well, yes.
- Then you'll help?

- I didn't say that.
- But you will?

Okay. Okay.

Good. Now,
what's the first step?

- The first step?
- Uh-huh.

Well,

I guess the first step would be to make
an appointment with your councilman.

- That's what
Mrs. Gurney said.
- And?

We have an appointment
with the councilman.

- Good.
- On Tuesday,
April 15, 1997.

- What?
- At 2:30.

- Come on, Sam.
- Well, honey,
it might as well be.

His calendar's booked
up to six weeks in advance.

So, uh, how about step two?

Well, if you can't
see your councilman,

I guess the next step is to
take your case to the people.

The people? You know, organize.

Oh. You-You-You mean organize
a protest march or something?

Well, you have to be
careful how you go about it.

With picket signs and all that
stuff? Now, just a minute, honey.

You're right.
I'm going to do it.

Why, there must be a
hundred mothers who feel...

just as angry as I do
about losing that park.

They-They just need a leader. Someone
who'll fight to the last blade of grass,

to the last grain of
sand in the sandbox.

Sam, it's just Willow
Street Park, not Dunkirk.

I know. I know, but
that's just the way I feel.

It's a matter of principle,
a question of integrity.

You know, I'm very
proud of you. Oh?

Mm-hmm.

Most people accept
things just the way they are.

They sit around and hope somebody
else does something about it.

Do you know something? Hmm.

You're a witch in a million. Oh!

Well, thank you. You're welcome.

I'm sorry, but we
are not moving,

not one inch, are
we, ladies? No.

We want our park, so
you get out of here now.

Ladies, please, for
the last time, okay?

Please move out of the way.
You're trespassing on private property.

All right, ladies, close ranks.

Mrs. Stephens, look this way.

That's it. Look mad. Good.

Ladies, please! What do you
want me to do, lose my job?

You want me to lose my
job. Okay, okay. You've had it.

You've had it. That's it.
That's it. We're through.

Ready or not, I'm
goin' through. That's it.

- You wouldn't dare!
- Oh, yeah?

Just watch my dust, all right?

Okay, Jeff, follow me.

Nice and slow.

What the...

It looks like somebody
somewhere is on our side.

Uh, you want me
to call the cops?

No, you better call the boss.

Let him sweat
it out. I've had it.

I've made enough
enemies down here,

let alone up there.

Here comes Mossler.
This'll be good.

Well, well, what's going on here?
Got a little problem, have we?

Yes, I'll say we have.

Those mothers won't budge. They
say we have no right to close the park.

Ah, well, they just
don't know all the facts.

Who's the leader? Oh, uh,
the blonde one in the middle.

Let me show you how
to handle this. Oh. Good.

Hi, there. My name's Harlan
Mossler. I'm the owner of this property.

There seems to be a little
misunderstanding. It could get bigger.

Now wait a minute. I'm a
family man myself. I love kids.

Well, then, kindly ask these
gentlemen to vacate the premises,

and we'll all be happy. Yeah.

Give it to him, Samantha.
Hit him where it hurts.

Okay, boys. Let's call it a day.

You mean, you're giving up?
You're gonna let us have the park?

No, no, on the contrary.

I need time to get a court
injunction, which means...

if you persist in obstructing
these men tomorrow morning,

I'm gonna have each and
every one of you thrown in jail.

Now, if you'll pardon me, I must be
rushing on. Nice chatting with you.

What are we gonna do now?

We're gonna keep
right on picketing.

Didn't you hear? He said he's
gonna have us thrown in jail.

Yes, I know. I know,
but don't worry.

There's always step
three. What's that?

I don't know. But I'll
think of something.

Darrin, you old son of
gun, we've done it again.

This Easy Way Rent-A-Car
presentation is a masterpiece.

Just don't hog all the
credit this time, huh, Larry?

Let's make it 50-50
right down the line. Done.

I'll even go you
one better, Darrin.

If H.B. doesn't
like it, it's all yours.

I wonder where he is?
It isn't like him to be late.

Must be him now.

Yes? Good. Send him on in.

Now remember, all smiles.

That's how happy we
are about our presentation.

Thank you. Come
in. Come in, H.B.

You know Darrin Stephens.
Oh, yes, Stephens.

I'm sorry to be late. I had some
unpleasant business to attend to.

Oh, sorry to hear that.
Everything all right I hope?

Oh, yes. I saw to that.

Can you imagine? A
bunch of women were

picketing the site of
my new shopping center.

We never should've
given them the vote.

Troublemakers, that's what
they are, carrying picket signs.

Like I always say, give the
housewives all those modern appliances,

and they have more time on their
hands than they know what to do with.

- Right, Darrin?
- Mmm?

Oh, uh, yes.

Yes, indeedy.

Sam?

Hi, sweetheart. Hi, darling.

How goes the battle?

You're not gonna believe
what happened today.

Oh, I think I will.
It's not all good.

I'll believe that too.

Well, what happened was...

we won today's battle, but tomorrow
the war may get a little sticky.

- Oh?
- The owner of the property...

said he's gonna
get an injunction.

And if we show up tomorrow,
he gonna have us all thrown in jail.

- Can he do that?
- I was afraid
that might happen.

- There's only one thing to do.
- Stay in there and fight,
right?

Wrong!

I suggest an immediate
and strategic retreat.

I refuse to be intimidated.
I'm gonna keep right on going.

You're gonna keep right
on going, all right, to jail!

I don't care. And now that I
have whipped up my courage,

I think I'll finish
whipping up dinner. Uh...

I know, honey. It's an
admirable cause, admirable.

But the fact remains...
The city goofed,

and there's nothing
anyone can do about it.

You women are trespassing
on private property.

Darrin, I told you. I am
perfectly willing to go to jail,

if that's what it takes.

Sweetheart.

You've got to look at the whole picture.
Step back and look at the big canvas.

Huh? A lot of people stand to
benefit from a shopping center.

And let's not forget, the
city has a budget problem.

It needs all the property
taxes it can collect.

Darrin, what's gotten into you?

You're the one that told me I should
stand up for my principles no matter what.

Yes, of course,
and it still goes!

Except that, every
once in a while,

a bigger principle comes
along that's even more important.

- Like what?
- Like the principle of...

providing food and
shelter for one's loved ones.

Darrin, how about telling
me what you're not telling me?

Sam, do you happen to know
who, uh, Harlan Mossler is? Yes.

He's a very selfish man.

If he is, it's his hobby.

He makes his living as the
owner of Easy Way Rent-A-Car,

one of McMann and
Tate's biggest clients.

What does that got to do
with the shopping center?

He's also the owner of
the SavMost Market chain.

Oh, good.

- I'm glad you told me.
- I thought you would be.

Now I can tell my fellow
protesters not to shop there.

And then there's another thing...
I thought we dropped the subject.

Now, Sam, you listen
to me. It's no use.

My mind is made up. I forbid you
to go down to that park tomorrow!

- Hypocrite.
- Sorehead!

Sam?

Sam, are you in the kitchen?

Oh, look, Sam. Enough...

"Breakfast on table. Aunt
Hagatha babysitting in nursery.

"I'm at the park sitting in
front of a bulldozer. Over.

Down With Hypocrites."

Good morning, Darrin.

And don't give me that "Larry,
what are you doing here?" routine.

Larry, what are you doing here?

Then you haven't seen the
morning paper? No. Uh, why?

Look for yourself. I
underlined the part that says,

"The leader and organizer
is Mrs. Darrin Stephens."

- Well?
- Well, I must say...

Sam takes an excellent
picture. Is that all you can say?

Your wife is biting
the hand that feeds us,

and all you can say is she
takes an excellent picture?

Oh, come on, Larry! So
Sam's all fired-up about...

something that's
important to any mother.

It'll blow over. Sure, it will.

What's Sam trying to do, put us
out of business? Larry, take it easy.

Even if Mossler sees the paper,
he's not gonna read the fine print.

Maybe that's Sam now.

- Hello?
- Stephens.

This is Harlan Mossler. I've just
been looking at the morning paper.

Oh, hi, there, Mr. Mossler.

Yes, I know all about
it. Let me talk to him.

Uh-huh. Oh, hi, H.B.

Larry Tate here.

Oh, I was just dropping
by to pick Darrin up.

Uh, what seems
to be the problem?

What's that? No, I had no idea.

Samantha Stephens?

Furthermore, she's right
back at it this morning.

Now, Tate, all I've got to say is
there'd better be an explanation.

Don't worry about a thing, H.B.

Stephens is on his way
out the door right now.

Says who?

Now, now, now,
Darrin. No offense.

Look, I'm married to a
real nut myself. Larry!

Let's not get personal! Now, now, now,
now, now, now. You know what I mean.

Sam's so upset about losing
a little neighborhood park...

that she doesn't realize she's
standing in the way of progress.

She should step back, take
a look at the overall picture.

After all, a lot of people stand
to benefit from a shopping center.

That's just what I told
Sam. There, you see?

Then we agree. Oh, no, we don't.

But you just said that... When I said
that to Sam, I didn't like the sound of it.

And when I hear it from
you, I like it even less!

If knocking down a park for
a shopping center is progress,

I'm a monkey's
uncle! Watch it, Darrin.

With those long arms, you're
leaving yourself wide open.

I don't care. I'm
going down there.

Attaboy! Now, you're
talking. I'll say I am!

I'm going to give Sam all the
moral support I can, late as it is!

First, I'll get dressed.

Uh, Mrs. Stephens? Your, uh,
husband'll be here in a few moments.

Oh? And if he's not man
enough to handle his wife's...

obstinate behavior, then he's
not man enough to handle...

my advertising account.
That's blackmail!

No, that's sound business.

Hi, honey. Uh,
Mr. Mossler. Uh, ladies.

Stephens, if you two would like to
chat, I'll give you exactly one minute.

He can do it in 30 seconds.
It won't take that long.

Darrin, you don't have to say a
word. I've decided to back down.

Oh, no, you're not! You're
gonna stay right here and fight!

- Huh?
- Stephens, is this some
kind of monstrous joke?

- What are you doing?
- Like the sign says,

"Happy Children Mean
A Happy Tomorrow."

Stephens, that does
it. Yes, Stephens.

As of this moment, you are no
longer with McMann and Tate.

Fine! That's just fine with me.

I'm sorry, Sam. Nothing
personal, but business is business.

Right, H.B.? Right is
right and wrong is wrong,

and never the twain... Oh,
Tate, will you stop babbling?

Right. I'm with you, H.B.
We've said enough already.

M-Mr. Mossler, before
you do anything drastic,

I'd like to ask
you one question.

What's that?

Your grandfather there, the one who said,
"Happy Children Mean A Happy Tomorrow,"

what do you think he'd
say if he knew you were...

closing this park for
your own selfish gain?

Forget it, honey. You can't reach
him. Now, wait a minute, Darrin.

I-I want to hear what
Mr. Mossler has to say.

Really, Mrs. Stephens. Whatever
my grandfather may say is irrelevant.

I'm not surprised
at you, Harlan.

I guess it's my fault,
because I gave you too much.

Sam, what's the matter with him?

I guess he's thinking it over.

Did you see that? See what?

What?

What's the matter,
H.B.? Nothing.

The sun must be
hotter than I think.

You were a spoiled
brat as a child,

and now you're a greedy,
spoiled brat as a man.

Don't you hear anything? No.

And stand up straight
when I'm talkin' to you!

Are you all right, H.B.? Yes.

I've been thinking about these
fine ladies, and their fine children,

and the need for this
park that my grandfather...

so graciously donated. I
was thinking about that too.

Mrs. Stephens. Ladies. I
have reconsidered this matter.

And in the tradition of the late
Colonel Nathan "Ramrod" Mossler,

although it costs me
great personal loss,

I hereby rededicate this park
to the children of this community.

We won. You did it!

We did it!

Beautiful, beautiful.

Think of the mileage we can get out of
the publicity. Oh, Tate, will you shut up?

Mr. Mossler, somehow
I always knew...

that deep down you were a
Mossler through and through.

And, Stephens, I hereby
award you, personally,

- all the advertising accounts
of Mossler Enterprises.
- Oh, thank you, sir.

If you'll excuse me,
ladies. I have to run now.

Let's go!

We won! You did it!

Well, welcome back to McMann
and Tate. Oh, I don't know, Larry.

With the entire Mossler account,
I could start my own agency.

Oh, I only said that you were no
longer with us in the hope that...

Mossler would realize what
a selfish stand he was taking.

Uh, Larry. Would you
like to explain that?

No.

Okay, Larry, everything's
back to normal.

Thanks to you, you son of a
gun. Hey, you-you know, uh,

I-I wonder what came over him
to make him change his mind?

I wonder. Me too.

Honey? Huh?

Sam, what's the matter? Oh.

Nothing. It was just the sun.

Must be hotter than I think.