King of the Hill

SUBTITLES BY LUIS-SUBS

'Six years ago...

on the morning of May 20, 1927...

I was fast asleep when my bedside phone began to ring.

I looked at my alarm clock. It was almost 5:00.

I knew there was only one person in the whole world...

who would call at such an hour.

And when I picked up the phone, I knew I was right.

'Hello, ' I said. There was quite a bit of noise on the line.

'Aaron, Charles Lindbergh here. Sorry about the noise.

I'm calling from Roosevelt Field, and we're doing engine tests.'

'That's okay, Slim', I said. 'What can I do for you?'

'Well', he said,

'remember that flight across the Atlantic I was telling you about?'

I told him I remembered. He'd been telling me about it...

for months and made me swear to keep it a secret.

'Here's the situation', Slim said. 'The fact is I'll be shoving off...

in a few hours... around 10 to 8:00... and I wanted to ask you about food.'

'Food?' I said. 'Yes', he replied.

'I anticipate the flight to take about 34 hours...

and I wanted your opinion on what kind of food to bring.'

'Well', I said, 'you can't go wrong with a cheese sandwich.

And don't forget the mustard.'

He laughed.

'I knew I could count on you, Aaron. I'll cable you from Paris.'

'Good luck', I told him and hung up the phone.

Like everyone else, I listened to the radio...

for news about his flight...

but I wasn't worried about his safety because I knew he had...

a special collapsible lifeboat behind his pilot seat in case of emergency.

But when the Spirit of St. Louis landed in Paris...

33 1/2 hours after takeoff...

I yelled so loud the windows shook.

Two days later I received a telegram.

It said, 'Sorry to disturb your sleep...

but alas, 'twas good to hear your voice.

Take it from your good friend Chaz...

the cheese I chewed was choice."'

The end.

Thank you, Aaron.

That was... very inventive.

My mother was the maid of honor at Charles Lindbergh's wedding.

Really?

Our last report for the day will be read by Billy Thompson.

The American hero he's chosen is John D. Rockefeller.

"I chose John D. Rockefeller as my American hero...

because, although he's one of the richest men in the world...

he has never forgotten his humble beginnings.

That's why he gives generously to charity...

and hands out dimes to the poor unfortunates...

he encounters on the streets."

- Hello, Aaron. - Hi, Mr. Sandoz.

Sullivan!

Every day it's something.

No wonder you got caught.

Taking a kid's dessert!

I told you a thousand times, only take food from the fat kids...

and you never take a kid's dessert.

A kid will leave his whole lunch untouched and just eat the dessert.

- I know. - Did you get sent to Mr. Stillwater?

Yeah.

You didn't tell him where we live, did you?

No. He had his hands clamped onto the back of my neck like a vulture or something.

- I couldn't talk. - Good.

Come on, come on!

Hey, look.

- Big Butt Burns. - Hurry up! Get out of the street.

Hey, hold it there.

You, come on! Let's go! Move it along!

Hey, lady, get out of the street.

Come on, buddy. Come on. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

When you gonna teach me marbles?

I keep telling ya: All the important stuff can't be taught.

You just have to learn. Who knows all the important stuff?

- Dad. - Lester. And who taught him? Nobody.

- But I wanna be as good as you. - Look.

Pick two.

Not that one.

No, not that one.

Definitely not that one.

Well, which ones can I have?

Here.

- Start practicing. - But you kept the good ones.

- Want me to take 'em back? - No.

Stop complaining.

Come on.

- Hey. - Hey.

Took your father up a while ago. He was readin' some letter.

Was it from a company?

He's expecting a letter from a watch company. There's big money in watches.

Now, how would I know who it was from?

Well, was it typed or was it written by hand?

- By hand. - It's probably nothing, then.

- Hey, stop! - Let me get a few things...

You're stepping on a black one.

Shh. Listen.

- What? - Come on.

I just want my paints. Just the watercolors and a few brushes.

I gotta do what Mr. Desot tells me.

But...

How am I supposed to earn money to pay my rent...

if I can't use my supplies?

- That's a puzzle, all right. - So what would your price be...

to let me have five seconds in that room?

A lot more than you got.

Ow! Aah!

Mom, we just...

Did somebody die?

Nobody died.

Well, what is it, then?

Your mother and I have made a decision.

- You made the decision. - You agreed to this!

I agreed we didn't have a choice.

That's not the same thing.

Tell them, Eric.

Sullivan will be going away for a while.

What?

Uncle Nathan sent a letter saying he'd keep him...

until we can get back on our feet again.

That way we save at least a dollar a week.

I could make a dollar in a week, Dad.

Oh, you can make that much, huh? He's finishing eighth grade.

- He's already the breadwinner! - Eric.

He's too young!

You could send me.

We're sending him, and that's final!

And what was the big idea of bursting in here like the hotel was on fire?

That's no way to enter a room, sir!

We saw Sandoz get locked out of his room.

On the third floor?

You said it could never happen on the third floor.

I carry a lot of influence with Desot. Don't you worry.

How do you think I got us a room with a double exposure?

Triple, if you count the transom.

He knows Sid Gutman is going to give me the Hamilton Watch line.

He knows I've got this WPA job coming.

When that happens...

I call up my pal Donald Miller...

and we move to the Carleton Court Apartments, where we belong.

Can I take Skippy?

"Can I take...?" No, you can't take Skippy on the bus.

He's going on the bus? Why aren't you driving him?

How can I drive him when the Repleviners are waiting...

to take my car any minute they see it?

And where would I get the money to pay for gas?

I can't even afford to get your mother's tooth fixed.

He's perfectly safe on the bus. He's a big boy, aren't you?

Huh? You see?

- Hold on. - Where are you going?

I have to leave a note for Lester.

Is there a law against knocking on his door?

- He said it disturbs his mother. - Is she sick?

- I've never seen her. - Of course she's sick.

She's got back trouble from bending over to pick up secret messages all day. Come on.

...irritated nasal membranes...

and helps to shrink puffy, cold-swollen nasal passages...

...giving you more room to breathe.

Be a good boy.

Sullivan, see you soon, big boy, huh?

Come on, Sull.

I don't wanna go!

Don't worry, okay? I'm gonna earn some money and get you back.

- How? - Well, I'm not sure yet.

But I know Lester'll have some ideas.

And don't worry about Skippy either. I'll take good care of him.

See ya.

All right, try me again.

True or false?

Walter Eamons had to go to the hospital because he played with his belly button...

so much it got infected, and they had to operate.

Definitely false.

It's true. He's gonna be out of school for three weeks.

All right, one more.

True or false?

Today after school...

I snuck into Sportsman's Park through the left-field bleachers.

I passed by the railing to go to the bathroom...

and saw Pepper Martin going out to third.

He saw me and threw me a piece of Wrigley's gum.

- True. - False.

Gotcha.

Well, the trouble with this game is...

I have to accept your word for what's true or false.

- That's true. - Hmm.

Night.

You said you were gonna play, and you're gonna play,

- You ain't leavin' until you do. - But it's not fair.

Put your marbles on the ground or else.

- I ain't got time to argue with you! - You okay, Billy?

Scram, small-fry.

This little sissy said he'd shoot for ten marbles. Now he's welshin'.

- But their marbles are clearly inferior. - So's your old man.

I'll tell you what. We'll shoot partners, us against you.

I'll put up five and Billy will put up five against your ten.

- Sure. - You bet.

All right. One, two, three, drop.

We'll let you go first.

- Go ahead and shoot first, Billy. - Okay.

- Damn! - How could you miss that?

Excuse me.