01x01 - Changes

Episode transcripts for the TV show "Little Men". Aired: November 7, 1998 – December 17, 1999.*
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Based on Louisa May Alcott's book "Little Men", the sequel to "Little Women", this show chronicles the heroic struggles of Jo Bhaer as she attempts to manage Plumfield, a boarding school for boys in Concord, Massachusetts.
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01x01 - Changes

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- It's hard to believe a month has already passed.

[ Sighs ]

- I can still hear his voice.

- I know.

Even to this day, I can hear John's voice.

Especially in the quiet of the evening.

You're holding up well, Jo.

- Yes.

Fritz would expect nothing less of me.

... and in so doing, Sisyphus offended Zeus.

[ boys chattering ]

Zeus punished Sisyphus by forcing him

to roll an enormous boulder

to the top of a very steep mountain.

The problem was made worse

in that every time the boulder neared the top of the mountain,

it would roll back down,

forcing Sisyphus to start all over again.

- Somebody didn't fix the rail on the pig pen

like they was supposed to.

- Got it! I got it.

I got it.

- Just do the chores you're asked,

and I wouldn't have to be chasin' animals all over the place.

- It wasn't my fault.

- Shall we return to our seats?

- Yeah, it was so your fault.

- Was not!

- Whoa!

[ Pigs snorting ]

- Miss Jo, two things,

First, Mr. Leonard has come for his boy.

And second, you have got to do something about the chores.

The gate on the pig pen was supposed to be fixed--

- Mr. Leonard,

is something wrong?

- Nothing wrong, Mrs. Bhaer.

I've simply decided to remove my son from your school.

- Jeremy, are you unhappy?

- He's fine. I've merely had second thoughts.

- Second thoughts.

I understand, because my husband is no longer here.

- I'm very sorry

about the passing of your husband, Mrs. Bhaer,

but I'm not the only parent to have doubts about this school.

I recently learned that you take in

delinquents from the street.

- My husband and I founded this school

to provide an education for any boy.

Whether or not he has money

has nothing to do with his ability to learn.

- You still have yet to hire a permanent teacher.

- Yes...

but Franz, our student teacher--

- Is a student teacher.

He may be adequate, but

my son requires a man of much sounder reputation to teach him.

- Well, we have been interviewing teachers.

I just want to be sure that he's the right teacher for my boys.

- And there's no caretaker on the grounds.

When I arrived, there were pigs running around freely.

- Well, we've been interviewing caretakers as well.

Our last caretaker had to leave suddenly,

it's been very difficult finding a replacement.

But we will find one.

And I will find a new teacher.

But you've got to give me some time.

It's only been a month since my husband's passing.

In the meantime, I promise you

that this school will continue to function

as well as it ever has.

Everything is under control.

- You take that back!

- What'll you do if I don't?

- Boys, can we please settle this later?

- Teach you some manners...

- Yeah, you teach him, Emil!

- Yeah! Teach me!

- Emil!

Aah...

- Miss Jo...! - Miss Jo!

We're sorry, we didn't see you there.

- Are you alright?

- It's okay, it's okay. I'm okay.

I'm okay.

[ Catching breath ]

Oh, haa...

See?

Ah, everything's under control.

Well, looks like your corn is nearly ripe, Emil.

- Yes, ma'am.

Six days and hours, then it'll be ready for the harvest.

- That sounds beautiful, Nat.

- Thanks.

You know, I think you're right,

it does help the plants grow.

- Well then, keep on playing.

You'll have the biggest pumpkin patch in all of Concord.

- Tommy?

What're you doing?

- I heard you could use the sun

to start a fire with a reading glass.

- A fire?

Oh, of course,

you mean from the sun's heat.

- Yup. - Hmm.

Like this summer,

when we went to Walden Pond for that picnic,

the sun b*rned your skin so badly.

- Yeah.

Suppose so.

- Yeah, boy, I remember that.

You were in so much pain.

You looked like a lobster.

And Asia and I had to make that special poultice

from aloe to cool your skin. Mm-mm-mm...

- I remember.

- You wouldn't happen to have

any of that aloe right now, would ya?

- No.

But you could grow some.

- Yeah!

- Hm, Asia has some seeds for you in the kitchen.

Go on.

[ Knocking on wood ]

- Excuse me?

Excuse me. - Mornin'.

- Good morning.

Um, may I help you?

- Nope. Almost done here.

- I'm sorry,

um, that's not what I meant.

Um, who are you?

- Name's Nick Riley.

- I'm Jo-- - Jo Bhaer. I know.

Heard in town you needed some help out here.

- I'm Dan.

- Pleased to meet you, Dan.

- This is my son, Rob.

- Hello, Rob.

- Hello.

- Listen, I can only help you for about a week.

After that I'm boardin' a ship outta Boston Harbor.

- What kind of ship?

- Merchant marine. Headed back to South America.

- You know, my uncle was a captain in the Navy.

I'm gonna get in the Navy, too.

- Good for you. - He sunk two ships.

k*lled over men. - Emil...

- You ever been to Africa?

- A couple times. - Really?

Did you fight any pirates?

- Once. Off the Florida keys,

but you don't wanna hear about that.

- Sure, we do!

- I'd love to sail on a ship.

- Dan, boys,

sailing around the world will have to wait

until after you've finished your schooling.

- Oh, I don't know. You ask me, you get a better schoolin'

from seein' the world than just readin' about it.

- But if you learn about it first,

it'll be that much more memorable

when you actually see it.

- I suppose. As long as you do actually get out and see it.

- Hum-hm...

- But we're not here to talk about schoolin'.

- No, we're not.

I appreciate your fixing our shutter, Mr. Riley,

but I'm afraid we won't be needing your services here.

- Alright, fine, no problem.

But you got shingles loose on your house.

If you wanna fix 'em yourself,

I suggest you get to it soon.

Hard rain hits, you're gonna get soaked.

And your fence posts are rotten,

they need to be replaced before they fall over,

and your horses run free.

See ya, boys.

- Aah, Mr. Riley, I can't pay much.

- Room and board's all I need.

- Fine.

Our housekeeper, Asia, will speak to you about your duties.

You'll find her in the kitchen.

And Mr. Riley...

Your stories of adventure are enticing,

but I think you'll find Plumfield

restless enough without them.

- Do me a favor, though, will ya?

Call me Nick.

- Uh...

- The Conscience Book.

When I first came here,

I'd worry so much about my weekly report.

- Well, you never needed to worry.

All your reports were about what a fine young student you were.

And now you're a fine teacher.

- Aunt Jo, I received a letter today.

I've been accepted to Harvard.

- Oh, Franz!

That's wonderful! Congratulations!

- Thank you.

- Your Uncle Fritz would be so proud. - Yes, I know.

They want me to arrive in six days

to begin matriculation.

- Six days.

Well, that's very exciting.

- If I leave for Harvard and you've no teacher for the boys--

- Oh, don't worry about that. I'll teach the boys myself.

- You have no time to teach that class yourself,

with all your other duties.

And Robbie's so young, he needs you.

- Franz, we'll be fine.

What you've accomplished here

makes me so proud.

You're the first student from Plumfield

to be accepted to a university!

And Harvard at that!

I'm not going to let anything interfere

with this incredible opportunity for you.

Please, Captain Hoffmann, please, sir.

Don't do this.

Emil has really grown to love this school.

- And that is why he fights in the classroom?

- Oh, it wasn't a fight. It was merely a minor argument,

that was settled as quickly as it started.

- If a gentleman had been teaching him instead of a boy,

it wouldn't have started at all.

I don't care to discuss it any further.

Do you have everything?

- Yes, sir. Must I leave, uncle?

I really like it here.

- The decision is made, Emil,

and I'll thank you not to question it.

- Will you make sure my corn is picked on time?

- I promise. - Now, Emil!

- I know that Emil is your charge, Captain Hoffmann,

but with all due respect, sir,

I do think you're making a regrettable mistake.

- Leavin', huh? - Yes sir.

- Here.

- The only mistake being made is keeping this school operating.

Good day, madam.

- You'll need it when you join the Navy.

- Come along, Emil.

- Thank you, sir.

- [Jo]: And it is for this food

and for each other that we give our thanks.

Amen.

- [All]: Amen.

- Mrs. Jo?

- Will the school have to close?

- No, Nat. I'm not selling Plumfield.

- What happens though if, uh,

parents keep pulling kids out? - Then it's only gonna be

you and me left, Nat.

- Unless Mr. Laurie stops sponsoring you.

Well, then there'd be no one left.

- Oh, my goodness, it's not gonna come to that.

I won't let it.

I'll figure something out.

Don't worry.

- Will you pass the butter, please?

- Yeah, okay.

- Somebody pass the mashed potatoes, please?

- Come on!

Big one snapped the mizzen mast clean in half,

sent the ship crashing onto the rocks.

- Well, what'd you do?

- Only thing I could do,

jumped in the water and swam like crazy.

Me and eight other men were the only ones who made it ashore.

Deserted island.

Hot, dry.

Not much food or water. Come on, buddy...

- Oh yeah, kinda like Robinson Crusoe.

- Who's that?

- Oh, he's a... a character in a novel,

gets shipwrecked on an island.

- I have that book in the parlor, Nat,

if you'd like to read it. - Sure.

- How long were you stuck on the island?

- Couple of months.

Passing ship picked us up.

Ended up finding work in the Arabian desert.

- Where's that?

- Near the Sahara.

Africa.

- Actually, the Arabian desert

is in Asia Minor; Africa's a separate continent altogether.

True. But where I was, workin' on the Suez canal,

Africa was practically spittin' distance.

- You worked on the Suez canal?

- Near about a year.

Didn't care much for the heat though.

- Don't you boys have chores to do?

- You know, I'm not lookin' to tell 'em stories.

They're the ones who keep askin'.

'Sides, might just get 'em to read more.

[ Plate breaks ] - Sorry.

- Oh, maybe you should set the silverware next time, Tommy.

- I did that last time.

Remember, when I cut my finger with the Kn*fe?

You said I should set the dishes next time.

- That's right.

Why don't you just get the broom.

Let's clean this up.

- Jo, I need to speak with you.

- Meg, I have the most wonderful news.

I was hoping you'd stop by.

What is it?

- I heard Emil was removed from the school.

That's four boys in two weeks.

- Don't worry, Meg--

- Other parents are speaking of removing their children as well.

In fact, the whole town is talking about the school,

which brings me to Mr. McBride.

- Oh, not him.

- He'd like you to reconsider his offer to buy Plumfield.

- I've already told him I'm not selling.

- Jo, at least think about it.

- I don't have to think about it.

- You're losing students,

with no new prospects on the horizon.

How will you generate revenue?

- That's what I wanted to tell you.

I've already found a solution to the problem.

Nan, would you come out here, please?

[ Whispered ] She just arrived this morning.

Nan, I'd like you to meet my sister, Meg.

Meg, meet Miss Anthea Harding,

the first girl

to be admitted to the Plumfield School for Boys.

[Whispered]: Have you ever seen the boys so quiet

during dinner?

I don't know why I didn't think of it sooner.

I mean, we make a point to open our doors to anyone,

why shouldn't girls be included, too.

This will pave the way for more girls to come, which will increase revenue.

- But what will the other parents think?

- Oh, I'm sure they won't mind.

And if they do, who cares?

- Ohh...

- Her mother d*ed recently,

she's had a very difficult time since.

She's had a few tutors,

but the only subject she seems to excel in

is running away from home.

- She sounds like a very unhappy child.

- Not as unhappy as her father.

He's at his wit's end with her.

When I suggested sending her here,

he couldn't write the check fast enough.

- Jo, if this doesn't work...

- It will work, Meg.

Don't be such a nay-sayer.

I get enough of that from the people back in town.

I don't need it from my own sister.

- You are a puzzle, Jo.

- Life is a puzzle, Meg.

And we must never stop searching for the pieces.

- Billy, you're cleanin' windows.

Jack and Stuffy,

you're fillin' the water troughs and muckin' out the stalls.

Dan, you and Tommy unload the grain.

Nat, Nat...

- Right. Right here.

- You're helpin' me fetch wood.

- What about me?

- Nan,

um, you can work in the house.

Help with the... dusting.

- But I wanna work out here.

- Well, there's, there's not really much for you to do, uh--

- She can help us unload the grain.

- Dan, I don't think she's quite ready

to help you boys unload all those sacks of grain.

- I can do it. - Fine.

- I can do it.

- Would you look at that, Nat,

she's stronger than you, ha.

- She is not.

- Why dontcha try go pickin' a fight with her.

- Shut up, Jack!

- What're you gettin' so upset about, uh?

What, just because a girl is stronger than you?

- You're always teasin' the little guys, huh, Jack?

You're never messin' with the boys your own size.

Why is that?

- Easy, Dan.

Save your strength for your chores.

Now go on. - Unh...!

Unh! I-I can do it.

- You're gonna be runnin' into guys like that

the rest of your life.

Best just to ignore 'em.

- It's not that. It's just...

wish Dan wouldn't always jump in all the time.

- He's just tryin' to defend you against a bigger boy.

- It almost always ends up in a fight,

which then gets him into trouble.

- Against the rules, huh?

- Yeah.

Miss Jo says there's never any call for fighting.

- Well, I don't know about that.

Sometimes you just can't help yourself.

Specially when you're standin' up for somethin'

you feel is right.

- A party for Franz? - Tomorrow night.

Franz leaves for Harvard in a couple of days,

I think we should give him a proper send-off.

We'll have music, a special dinner--

- Oh, and berry pie for dessert! It's Franz's favorite.

- Ah, that's a great idea, Jack!

Oh,

but we'd have to collect the berries this afternoon.

I won't be able to take you.

I've gotta interview another teacher.

- I'll take 'em.

- Uh...

- Yeah, Nick'll take us!

- Yeah, please Mrs. Jo?

- You know, Franz really does love berry pie.

- Please. - I'm not so sure.

- I'll have 'em back by sundown.

- Before sundown.

- Let's get the others.

- [Nick]: Pillow fights?

- [Dan]: Yep. Every Saturday night, for minutes,

Mrs. Jo lets us have it out.

- [Jack]: Yeah, sometimes she even joins in.

- [Nick]: Never heard of a school

that allows pillow fights.

- [Nat]: Nick, Nick, stop the cart. We're here.

- Alright, whoever picks the most berries...

Whoa...

doesn't have to do chores tomorrow.

- Oh, yeah! - Hoo-hoo!

- Yeah! Woo-hoo!

- [Nan]: I can eat the most.

- Don't wander off!

Stay within the sound of my voice!

- [Dan]: Hey, no way, I was here first.

- [Tommy]: No-oo!

- [Nan]: Berries over here.

- You're pretty fast.

- Faster than you.

- [Jack]: There's a great bush

on the other side of that clearing.

- What took you so long?

- My pail's heavier than yours.

It's got more berries in it.

- Hey, you see that stump way out there in the woods?

- Yep. - I'll race you to it.

But, uh... let's leave our pails here.

- Fine.

- I don't want you to have no... excuses.

Ready...

Go!

What's your excuse now?

[ Panting ]

- See that little stream over there.

First one to cross it wins.

- Well, you have very impressive credentials, Mr. Negley.

- I should hope so.

- How do you feel about teaching girls?

- You permit girls in this school?

- Well, girls deserve an education as much as boys.

We are equal, are we not?

- In my lengthy experience, madam,

I've come to realize that the delicate nature of girls

leaves them poorly equipped to compete in this man's world.

- You're dead now, Dan!

- Aah-ha, ow!

- You alright?

- Yeah.

- Think you can walk on it?

- Course I can walk.

Ow...!

- Probably broke it.

Stay here, I'm gonna get help.

Uh, which way's the pasture?

- I don't know.

- Lovely.

- Who're we missing?

- Uh, Jack, Tommy, Dan and Nan.

- I told them to stay close.

- Yeah, well, uh, sometimes they end up pickin' berries

all the way home.

You know what, they're probably already there waitin' for us.

- Hello...?

Hello?

The boys'll be in in a minute.

They're just puttin' the horse and wagon away.

- Okay. - Four of the kids decided to walk home.

- Four?

Well, uh, Jack and Tommy returned a short while ago.

They said the rest were with you.

- Dan and Nan are still out there.

I'm sure they're fine.

- Tell the boys to wash up, Asia's got dinner ready.

- I'm goin' with you. - No need.

- They were my responsibility, I'm goin' with you.

- You've done enough already.

- [Jo]: Dan!

- They were pickin' berries over there.

- They're both new to Plumfield,

they don't know the area.

And Nan has a history of running away.

- You could've told me that earlier.

- And you could've kept a better eye on them.

- We better check the woods.

- They were picking berries.

They wouldn't go into the woods.

- Won't be long now, and I'll have a nice fire going.

- I don't want a fire.

I want you to get help.

- The best thing to do when you're lost

is to stay where you are. Let them find you.

I should know, I've been lost plenty of times.

You know, if it's broke,

they're gonna have to set the bone.

A friend of my father's is a doctor.

He told me about it once.

Does this hurt?

- Hey, what're you doin'?

- How 'bout this?

- Hey!

Stop that!

- Just tryin' to help.

- Well, don't.

Just...

don't do anything.

- Might even have to amputate.

- And don't talk either.

Just... just sit there,

and shut up.

[ Growl ]

- Did you hear that? - Yeah.

- [Jo]: Dan!

Nan!

- They're gonna be alright, Jo.

I know it.

Look, I've never really been around kids much,

but these kids...

they handle themselves better than most of the adults I know.

Someone obviously taught 'em well.

That's how I know they're gonna be alright.

All we gotta do is find them.

- Look.

- Let's go, it's them... Come on!

[ Growl ]

- It's a bear. - Shhh.

[ Bear panting ]

I think it's movin' away.

- What're you doin'?

- Gonna wrap your ankle, good and tight.

- Listen! I told you, I don't want you-- ahhh.

- We gotta get outta here before that bear comes back.

Never seen a real bear before.

You? - No.

- I saw a stuffed one at my grandfather's.

It's not as scary as a real one though.

Is it true you lived on the streets of Boston?

- Hm-mm. - Ever been in jail?

- Yeah.

- Where're your parents?

- They're dead. - Yeah, my mother's dead, too.

She got the fever.

What'd your parents die of?

- I don't know.

I was too young.

- My mother was very pretty, but she was always sick.

My father doesn't really like me.

He says I talk too much. - What a surprise.

- There.

Think you can walk on it?

- Dan!

- That's Nick!

- Nan! - We're over here!

- [Jo]: What happened?

- I landed hard on my ankle.

- I don't think it's broken.

Just twisted it. Does it hurt bad?

- He hardly made a sound.

- Don't you ever run away like that again.

Do you hear me?

- Come on.

- How's that?

- It's... it's okay.

It's feeling a little better.

What kind of a punishment are you gonna give me?

- The pain you're feeling is punishment enough.

[ knocking on door ]

- Are you gonna whip me?

- No. We don't do that here.

But you will be punished.

- I don't see what all the fuss is about.

All kids run away at one time or another.

- Oh, no, that's not true, not all kids.

- You never ran away?

- Well... yes.

Several times, actually.

- Tell me about it.

- There was this one time.

I had just gotten a new pair of shoes,

and I wanted to show them.

Though I was told not to leave the garden,

I wandered about the city all day long.

[ Chuckles ]

I played with a little Irish beggar girl in the park,

I sailed boats in the Black Bay

with strange boys.

And I was finally found on a doorstep asleep,

with my arms around this large, filthy sheepdog.

- That sounds wonderful.

- Well, it wasn't wonderful the next day.

- Did your mother whip you?

- No. No, actually, she asked me

what I thought my punishment should be.

- She asked you?

- Yes, and I told her that I'd learned my lesson,

and I promised never to do it again.

- That sounds fair. - Well,

it didn't sound fair to my mother.

She sat me down and asked me

how I would treat a bad little puppy dog

who kept running away from home. - Easy. Just tie it up.

- That's what I said.

And that is exactly what she did.

With a long string to the bedpost.

And there I stayed all day long.

But I'm not so sure

that same punishment's gonna work with you.

- Sure, it would.

It's a lot better than a whippin'.

- Well, if you think so.

Now, tie this around your waist,

and I will give you enough slack

to move about the room.

You can read,

you can sew, and you can sleep.

I'll have your meals brought up to you,

and I'll return at the end of the day to untie you.

- That sounds fair.

Why wait until tomorrow,

when I can just untie it right now?

- Because by waiting until tomorrow,

you will have proven yourself an honorable young girl.

Therefore you will have earned my trust.

Whether or not you desire that is entirely up to you.

- How's Dan doin'? - He's better.

- Look, I'm sorry.

I told you I'd watch the kids, and... I didn't.

- It's a difficult job,

one that requires a great deal of responsibility.

They're good children,

but sometimes they let their curiosity get the best of them,

especially when they're being told

stories of adventure.

- Like I said before,

I'm not used to bein' around kids.

My ship's sailin' in a few days.

Probably best I get goin'.

I'll finish the fence in the mornin',

then I'll be on my way.

- You can't blame yourself, Jo, these things happen,

especially when you have so many children under your care.

- Fritz would've never let this happen.

I'm fooling myself Meg,

thinking I can do this without him.

Perhaps I should take Mr. McBride's offer

to buy Plumfield.

- Hey Nick, why're you leaving?

- Did Mrs. Jo fire ya?

- Nah.

I was only gonna stay a few days anyway, remember?

I got a ship to catch.

Be good now.

Jack, don't be teasin' the smaller kids.

And Tommy,

try not to burn the house down.

Emil?

What happened?

- I need to see Mrs. Jo.

- Emil!

Oh, my goodness! What happened to you?

- Jack, Tommy, Emil's back.

- Uncle wanted to send me to...

m*llitary school in Pennsylvania.

I told him I didn't want to go.

- He did this to you?

- Put me on a train.

Jumped off halfway there.

- How did you find your way home?

- Compass Nick gave me.

I wanna stay here, Mrs. Jo.

I know it was wrong to run away, but--

Don't make me go back.

- [Whispered]: You don't have to go anywhere.

[ Knock at door ]

- Is it time? - Yes.

The others are in school. You can join them...

after you finish cleaning up this room.

- I was winning.

When Dan twisted his ankle.

We were racing, and I was winning.

Not that anyone cares.

- So that's why you got lost.

You challenged Dan to a race in the woods.

- He challenged me. I couldn't back down.

- It's not easy being a young woman in a man's world, is it?

- I, I do alright.

- Yes, you do. And so do I.

But sometimes,

sometimes even I need a little help.

Someone to tell my troubles to,

share my secrets with.

Someone who understands exactly how I'm feeling.

Maybe you could be that someone for me.

- Sure.

- And maybe I could be that someone for you.

- Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

- Yes?

- Where's my nephew?

- [Jo]: Captain Hoffmann, may I help you?

- I knew it! Emil, come here.

- Captain Hoffmann.

- Not a word from you.

- Come on, son, we're going.

- This school is finished. Did you think I wouldn't know

where to find you? - I wanna stay here, uncle.

- You didn't tell us that you b*at him.

- He disobeyed me, a behavior he no doubt learned at this school.

Discipline is one of the aspects they neglect to teach.

- I'll measure the discipline at this school

over any other school of its kind.

- There's still no permanent teacher.

- I know, but there will be soon. I promise.

- Until then,

I will continue teaching the class.

I sent a letter to Harvard,

telling them I will be delaying my education

until a permanent teacher can be found here.

- Fine. Keep your school.

But Emil will not be attending.

- Uncle, please. Don't make me go.

- I'll not have you disobeying my orders.

Now come along.

Emil. Stop it!

- The boy doesn't wanna go.

- Get your hands off me, sir.

- I will, when you get your hands off of him.

- Move, sir.

- What are you doing?

- We better get the deputy to handle this.

- How dare you strike me!

- Just showin' you how your nephew feels.

- That's enough.

- Nick - You're coming with me.

- I wanna stay here, uncle.

Please don't make me go.

- At least give the school a chance to prove itself.

And when Emil finishes his education,

if you're not completely satisfied,

I'll gladly refund his entire tuition.

- One month.

If the school is not running properly by then,

I will remove Emil.

- Some law.

It's a crime to hit a man, but not a boy.

Makes a lotta sense.

- You didn't have to hit him to get what you wanted.

- I wasn't gonna take that chance.

- Well, I guess we'll be needin' to find a new caretaker.

- You gonna tell me what's goin' on here?

- Ask Mrs. Bhaer.

- I heard you pled guilty.

- Yeah, well, I figured my case was weak,

seein' as there was a room full of witnesses.

You mind tellin' me what this is all about?

- The judge is a close friend of my father's.

I've arranged for you to be released into my custody

for the rest of your sentence. - Your custody?

- [Whispered]: Guess this means you'll be missing your boat.

- Wouldn't be the first time.

- Apparently not.

I've done some checking.

Seems this isn't the first time

you've seen the inside of a jail cell.

Robbery.

- That was a mistake. That pocket watch belonged to me.

- as*ault, on three occasions.

- I won't turn my back on my friends.

- Mr. Riley, I do need a caretaker.

But I expect you to conduct yourself in a civil manner,

especially around the children.

If you don't, you'll find yourself

right back inside that jail cell.

Do you understand?

You and I will probably never see eye to eye.

We find ourselves at odds on nearly every issue.

- Except one.

You put the needs of the kids before your own, and...

I'd be hard pressed to find fault with that.

- Thank you.

- You know,

we don't have to be at odds.

Who knows...

we could even be friends.

- I doubt that's possible, Mr. Riley.

- Nick. My name is Nick.

- Nick. - There.

Wasn't so hard, was it?

We're already off to a good start.

Haah!
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