All language subtitles for Rick.and.Morty.S03E07.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

All right, morty,
you ready for our adventure

to the lost city of Atlantis?

Ready as I'll ever be, Rick.

Oh, for fuok's sake.

Hello. I'm Rick k-22.
This is my morty.

We're going from
reality to reality

asking ricks to contribute

to the citadel of ricks
redevelopment fund.

What are you, stupid?

We're done with
the citadel of ricks.

I was never on board
with it in the first place.

That's why I murdered everyone
in charge and left it to rot.

Oh, that was you.

- They tried to murder him first.
- Aw, geez.

Well, you'll be happy to know
that the council's gone now.

Yeah, he knows.
He murdered them.

- You want to rein in your morty?
- Every day.

The citadel of ricks
redevelopment fund donates...

Morty, he's not gonna donate.

You're pitching
the policeman's ball

to a black teenager here.

- Let's go.
- You don't have to be a dick.

I think you know
that's not true.

Geez. I didn't know there were
still ricks and mortys

living on the citadel.

I wonder what their
day-to-day lives are like.

Well, you can keep
wondering that

while we go on a fun, fresh,

self-contained adventure
to Atlantis.

Anyone continuing to explore
the citadel is either stupid

or one of
the unfortunate millions

held hostage
by their terrible ideas.

Man, I'm glad
I'm not one of them!

J“ somewhere out on
that horizon j“

j“ out beyond the neon lights j“

j“ I know there must be
somethin' better j“

j“ but there's nowhere else
in sight j“

j“ it's survival in the city j“

j“ when you live
from day to day j“

j“ city streets
don't have much pity j“

j“ when you're down,
that's where you'll stay j“

announcer Rick:
Citadel morning news.

News about the citadel
in the morning,

pretty self-explanatory.

Good morning. I'm Rick d-71gb.

- And I'm Rick d-716.
- Must be nice.

Coming up, gravity outages
in east Sanchez heights.

And is your uranium-powered
cellular matrix

making you sick?

The answer may not surprise you.

It's... yes, it's uranium.

Those stories and more
after this break.

Sam Elliot: 60 iterations
off the central finite curve,

there's a Rick
that works more with wood

than polarity plating.

His name is simple Rick,
but he's no dummy.

He realized long ago

that the greatest thing
he'd ever create

was his daughter.

I love daddy!

Sam Elliot:
We captured that moment.

We run it on a loop
through simple Rick's mind,

and the chemical
it makes his brain secrete

goes into every simple Rick's
"simple wafers" wafer cookie.

Come home to
the impossible flavor

of your own completion.

Come home to simple Rick's.

Just one day remains before
our newly Democratic citadel

elects its first president.

It's anyone's race
among the Rick candidates.

But a certain other candidate
should be getting

at least one vote
for most adorable.

That's right. The morty party
candidate's still in the race,

and you just gotta
love him for that.

Rick d-716: Here you see him
in his little morty suit waving.

Rick d-71gb: Isn't that
adorable? Little jackass.

Rick d-716: Uh, yeah,
I think we actually have

the audio for his speech here.

"Aw, geez. Aw, man.

I'm gonna lose the election
and stuff."

We had a good run, sir,

but I think it's time
to pull out of the race.

I feel pretty confident
about tonight's debate.

You shouldn't, sir.
You should be terrified.

Maybe you should find
a little faith, young man.

You don't pay me to have faith.

And we're the same age!

- Aah!
- Whoa!

Oh. Sorry. H was expecting...

A Rick partner?

Lesson one, rookie,
expect the unexpected.

Now, get in.

Mortys are human!

Get the fuck off the car,
you rickless fuckin' animal!

- Whoa!
- Morty cop: The election's

got these yellow shirts
more riled up

than a picture-day Jessica.

That's pretty harsh, sir.

So report me.
Nobody gives a fuck.

Look, I'm just saying,
it makes me a little sad

to hear a morty cop
calling mortys animals.

Well, it makes me sad
to hear another Rick cop

buying into his
sensitivity training.

Well, I'm glad to know
there's more like me.

Oh, there was one.

Why do you think that seat
was empty?

Rick dispatch: Robbery at fifth
and Avenue.

Fifth and that's morty town.

Unit seven responding.

-[ Zaps} -Ohh!

Rick teacher: Good idea, Rick.

All morty students:
Good idea, Rick.

This is a great adventure.

All: This is a great adventure.

Rick teacher:
I love being your new morty.

All: I love being your new mor...

Farty.

Very amusing, Mr. Smith.

Almost as amusing as
when your first Rick

was decapitated on
zorpantheon nine.

Or was that your third Rick?
How many ricks have you had?

- Five.
- I see.

So you are top of the class
in something.

Tomorrow you'll be transferred
to your new ricks.

Hopefully
they will be your last.

Yes, slow ri... tall morty?

Di... did I gradgitate
this time yet?

Anything's possible, tall morty.

I guess we won't be seeing
each other after this, huh?

I say we make
our last day count.

I say... we go to
the wishing portal.

- That's a myth.
- It's not a myth.

My first Rick's fourth morty

knew a Rick
whose morty went there.

If we're not here
for graduation,

our butts are gonna wind up
in morty town.

I thought your last Rick
fused you with a lizard,

not a chicken.

Okay, fine. I'm in.

Me too.

- What the hell?!
- I thought I saw a fly.

Supervisor Rick:

Listen up, fuck nuts.

I've been your supervisor
for five years,

but all shitty things
must come to an end,

and I have been promoted
to regional manager.

Yeah, I feel the same way.
May be never meet again.

Of course, that makes

the position of supervisor
available,

so, as of next week,
the ass you'll be kissing

will be that of...

K-83, affectionately
known as coo! Rick.

I know I'm new to the citadel,

and some of you might not think
I put in my time,

but what can I say?

I'm cool Rick!

Yo! Ha! Ha! Check me out!

All right knuckleheads,
any questions?

All right, then, back to work,
you gold rickers.

No ricks, no families,

high off their asses,
and running amuck.

Mortys are raised
to be sidekicks.

Without a side to kick,
they just start kicking.

They were...
They were about my height,

around 14 years old.

Oh, their... their shirts
were yellow!

Yeah, make sure
you get that down.

Any mutations, augmentations?

Uh, three eyes? A tail?
Maybe a buzz cut?

No. Just four normal mortys.

- Normal?
- Put it in your blog.

Let me turn over a few rocks.

Aw, geez.
Hey, what's goin' on, fellas?

Aw, geez, man. Nothing, man.

We're just hanging out
and stuff.

Ihearthat aw, geez.

I guess I'm supposed to be
figurin' out

who robbed the store
across the street.

But, aw, geez, I don't know.

Aw, geez man, that sucks

that your Rick's
making you do that.

He's not my Rick.
He's my partner.

Aw, geez.

Well, maybe the uniform
makes a big difference.

Who am I to say?

To me, you just look
like a sidekick.

Call me a sidekick
one more time!

- Call me a sidekick!
- Hey, man! Come on! Aw, geez!

Wanna see how I paint a wall?!

It was
the morty town locos, man!

The... the morty town locos!

Aah! Aah!

Do you realize how many codes
you just violated?

Aw, geez, Rick.

What do I know about
knowin' stuff?

Get in the fuckin' car.

More lasers.

You could take more time to
answer the question if you like.

Okay, juggling Rick,

how would you solve
the citadel's financial crisis?

First off, can I just say
that I believe this citadel

is the greatest
in the entire multi-verse.

Now, I believe
the answer to your question

has three parts.

First, education spending
must get much higher.

But it has to be balanced
with defense...

- Whoa! Whoa!
- Can we fact-check this please?

Never mind. Who am I kidding?

This race is over.

And that's how you run
a citadel!

Candidate morty, the number
of displaced mortys is soaring

while Rick satisfaction levels
are plummeting,

and the divide between the two
groups has never been wider.

Solve that one real quick.

I don't see a divide
between ricks and mortys.

Oh, shocker.

I'd like to offer a re-buttal.

Gentlemen, gentlemen, I think
we can all agree on one thing.

Well, it came out as two things,

but you get the idea.

You guys finished?

The division I see is between
the ricks and mortys

that like the citadel divided...

And the rest of us.

I see it everywhere I go.

I see it in our schools

where they teach mortys
we're all the same,

because they're threatened
by what makes us unique.

I see it in our streets
where they give guns to mortys

so we're too busy fighting each
other to fight real injustice.

I see it in our factories

where ricks work for a fraction
of their boss' salary

even though they're identical
and have the same IQ.

The citadel's problem
isn't homeless mortys

or outraged ricks.

The citadel's problem
is the ricks and mortys

feeding on the citadel's death.

Holy shit.

Rick security officer:
He's headed for the flavor core!

But I've got a message for them,

from the ricks and mortys
keeping it alive,

a message
from the ricks and mortys

that believe in this citadel

to the ricks and mortys
that don't.

You're outnumbered.

Holy shit.

I don't believe it.

I-I can't believe it.

I know. That's why you're fired.

Sounds like
you're looking for work.

I can offer you a very enticing
compensation package.

First, let's talk benefits.

Daddy loves you.
That's daddy's good girl.

Your life is a lie, man.

All your life's are lies!
Don't you get it?!

They told us we were special
because we were ricks,

but they stripped us of
everything that made us unique!

We know how you feel.

We're working-stiff ricks
just like you.

But our assembly line isjusfice.

What are your demands?

I-I-I want a portal gun.

Unregistered, untraceable,

with enough fluid to take me off
this goddamn prison!

- The media's outside.
- Well, keep 'em there.

Anyway, so, yeah, the suspect
says the citadel's a lie,

built on lies,
and some other shit.

I say appreciate
the life you have,

because it can always be worse.

Back to you, ricks.

Thank you, Rick 0716-c.

- That fuckin' guy.
- Tell me about it.

Meanwhile, in election news,

an unexpected turn of events
as morty from the morty party

soars to the top of the polls.

- Morty! Morty! Morty!
- Yes.

Morty, what's your original
reality, and where's your Rick?

Gosh, we moved around so much,
it's hard to remember.

I see every Rick as my Rick.

I hope they see me
as their Marty.

Another? Please?
With less water?

Hey, cheer up, pal.

A morty's gonna be president.

Imagine this kisser
getting blamed for everything.

I guess I should've
had more faith.

It's not faith you need.
It's fear.

What's this?

It's secrets.

Wh-wh-wh-what do you
think it is?

Look at how I'm dressed.

Rick reporter: Having taken aim
at the system,

are afraid at all
for your safety?

Candidate morty: I'd rather live
in hope than fear.

If I had to fear anything, I'd
fear other people being afraid.

Of fear. Itself

but, no, I'm not afraid.

Morty town loco #1:
Hey, Rick, man,

when there's a morty president,
you gonna lick my balls or what?

Sheeeet, grandson,

you keep me peelin' skrabquams
and slippin' nib nibs,

I'll lick whatever
ain't nailed down.

Hands in the air!

What the hell, man?!
What the hellin' hell?

You guys doing a little
chemistry homework

- with grandpa?
- Is this what I think it is?

Bootleg portal fluid.

I guess his math was off.

Search the place.

Are... are you...
My new... r-Rick?

It's okay, morty.

Jesus.

He stabbed me.
He got me bad, morty.

Shh. It's okay. You're okay.

You were right.

Everything I learned
at the academy was...

Doesn't matter.

Nothing's wrong with putting
your faith in a morty.

You just gotta pick
the right one.

Why is there a crib in here?

Something they do.
To make you feel bad.

Boy, I got us knee-deep
in paperwork, huh?

Go to the car
and grab a medi-pack.

Let me worry about this.

- What happened?
- Same old story.

Mortys killing mortys.

Almost... got it.

Farmer Rick: Hey!

Y'all get the hell away
from my damn mega fruit!

Sic 'em, boy!

I don't wear this dag-nab hat

and commit
to this rural character

so you can eat for free
while you come of age!

I bet the wishing portal
leads to a reality

where they're... where all...

Where it's a bunch of
French toast with boobies.

I bet it leads to a place
with a bunch of fry...

Fly... flies everywhere.

Yeah, I bet it goes nowhere.

I bet it's a big hole

where the citadel dumps
all its broken dreams.

Slick, why do you have to be
so dramatic?

You wanna know why?
Because of this.

I'm part of
an experimental line of mortys

with a drama implant.

How do you think it feels,
fat morty,

to know that
no matter where I go,

I'll always be the one

that makes everybody sad
and a little bored?

Slick, that implant
isn't who you are, okay?

You also roll up your sleeves.

I thought
I was left-handed morty.

Then you should use your left
hand to eat more vegetables.

Hey, there. How you doing?
Great to meet you.

I'm a plumber, sir.
I'm a Rick, and I'm a plumber.

That doesn't sound like
Rick work.

You didn't come to the citadel
to be a plumber, did you?

Ha! Ha! I sure didn't, sir!

Mr. Morty! Mr. Morty!

I cloned myself so you could
kiss me as a baby!

This is just like a morty baby!

Hey, did you, uh,
end up getting a new job?

Yeah, I did. Assassinating you.

I'm okay. I'm okay.

Aw, man. Aw, geez. Aw, hah.

You look like you could use
a good time.

One dance for $10, two for $25.

No, thank you. And bad math.

Ha! Ha! Yeah!
This is a good time!

- What is this place?
- The creepy morty.

What is it your kind's
always saying?

"Don't think about it."

Come on. There's someone
important I want you to meet.

Ah, bubbala!

How'd it go with
the morty town locos?

They had a little accident.

They won't be causing
any trouble anymore.

Those were bad mortys.
Very bad mortys.

Big morty likes to contribute

to keeping the peace
in morty town.

Think of him as a "drug lord"
and us as cops on his payroll.

- Morty...
- Together: Which morty?

M-M-My partner.

Morty, you're right.
Morty town is bad.

But that doesn't mean
that we have to be.

Hey, what's going on here,
morty?

- Together: Which morty?
- The cop, morons!

Don't worry about Rick,
big morty.

He's new.

He doesn't understand
how it works.

That's what you said
about your last partner.

Why would you say something
like that, big morty?

You're fucking things up
for both of us here.

Wrong. He's fucking things up
for both of you.

Unless he takes the money.

Big morty, you're under arrest.

S-Smartest man in the universe.

They're just props!
Th-they're just props!

Not so big now, are ya?

I never was! It was figurative!

That's enough.

If we don't kill him,
he'll talk.

If you do, I'll talk.

O-One thing's for sure.

Y-Y'all don't have to worry
about cowboy morty talkin'.

This little cowpoke's gonna
mosey up on out of here.

You told me to put my faith
in the right morty.

I've got faith in you, partner.

Do the right thing.

Oh, grandpa Rick,

I-I don't wanna be
on the citadel anymore.

I wanna be a regular kid.

I-I wanna to go to school
and throw balls around

and masturbate.

What the hell happened in there?

Same old story.

Ricks killing mortys.

Okay, man, okay,
we got your portal gun.

What the hell's he doing?

- Where... where am I?
- A bad place.

But you're going
to a better one soon.

Hey! Hey!

- No, no, no, no!
- Whaa...

God damn it!

A portal to
the blender dimension?

That's the oldest trick
in the book!

I'm a Rick!
I'm more Rick than any of you!

Then you should know you just
killed your only leverage!

Then comes and get me,
motherfuckers!

Stop.
I'm Rick d. Sanchez the third,

owner of this here
wafer establishment,

and I say that the Rick in there
is right.

He's more Rick than any of you.

He's a terrorist!

What Rick isn't?!

The citadel was founded by ricks
for ricks to be free!

What's your name, young man?

- Rick. And I'm...
- The same age as me, I know.

- How long have you worked here?
- 15 years.

What the hell have we become?

Whatever time you were gonna
make him serve, he's served it.

It ends now.

- Come with me, friend.
- Where are we going?

To your new life.

Which starts with walking
the fuck out of here.

Yo j-22, give 'em hell!

Sam Elliot: There's a Rick
that held a factory hostage

after murdering his boss
and several co-workers.

The factory made cookies,
flavored them with lies.

He made us all take a look
at what we were doing.

And in the bargain,
he got a taste of real freedom.

We captured that taste,
and we keep giving it to him

so he can give it
right back to you

in every bite of new simple Rick
freedom wafer selects.

Come home to the unique flavor

of shattering
the grand illusion.

Come home to simple Rick.

It is real.

After you.

Specs: There it is.
The wishing portal.

They say for your wish
to come true,

you have to give up something
really important.

For me, that's my panini maker.

I wish for a million sandwiches.

And, yes, I see the irony.

I guess
I wish I had something cooler

than this dumb-ass
surfer necklace.

I wish incest porn had...
Had a more mainstream appeal.

For... for a friend of mine.

None of those things
are gonna happen, you know.

Morty wishes never come true.

Not on the citadel.

Then why did you bring us here?

Because I wish
that would change.

I wish anything about this life
would change.

Well, I hope you're
putting something

pretty goddamn important
in there.

Me too.

But I doubt it.

- _no!
- Slick!

M-Maybe...

Maybe it went somewhere nice.

Automated Rick: Garbage dump.

Stand back.

He had to be stopped.

He... he cou... he c...
Couldn't be allowed to win.

Then you should've
worked on your aim, bro.

He's alive? No, no, no.
You gotta listen to me.

I-I worked for him.
I was his campaign manager.

That morty is not what he seems.

Yeah, well, no morty
seems like a president.

- He... won?
- Yeah.

It was a blowout.

I would hardly call it
a blowout.

It was almost close enough
to trigger a recount.

Jesus. What are you,
joke security now, too?

Rick cop: Why am I still here?

I heard he confessed
to everything.

Your case has been reviewed.
You're free to go.

But... I violated at least
a dozen departmental codes.

New department. New codes.

New citadel.

Specs: Did we miss graduation?
Where are the new ricks?

No graduation. No new ricks.

The school's curriculum
is changing.

To what?

I don't know,
and I don't have to know.

I've been fired.

Good luck, turds.

Holy crap.
Slick's wish came true.

Sorry I'm late, Mr. President.

- Had a little crisis at work.
- Worth it!

It's no problem.

Uh, a little more off the top.

You were saying,
garment district Rick.

We were saying,
"president" morty,

that we don't care
who sits in that seat.

A Rick, a morty, a goddamn
Jerry, doesn't matter.

We've been running the citadel
since before the council,

and you'll find that we're
still running it now.

Does he really speak
for everyone here?

- M m-hmm.
- Yeah.

Well, I think it's important
to be clear.

Raise your hand
if he speaks for you.

Is... that enough off the top?

I don't know. Is it?

- Yes, yes, goddamn, yes.
- I think it's great.

Good.

This seems like
a good time for a drink

and a cold calculated speech
with sinister overtones.

A speech about politics...

About order...

Brotherhood...

Power.

Butspeeches are for campaigning.

Now is the time for action.

J“ ah-ah, ah, ah, ah j“

j“ ah, ah-ah j“

j“ ah-ah, ah, ah, ah j“

j“ ah, ah-ah j“

J“ ah-ah, ah, ah, ah j“

j“ ah, ah-ah j“

j“ ah-ah, ah, ah, ah j“

j“ ah, ah-ah j“

Whoo! Yeah!

- Atlantis, baby!
- That was amazing.

You got some of that
mermaid puss.

I'm really hoping
it wasn't a one-off thing

and I can see her again.

By the way, hey, um,
still not curious about

what might've happened
at that crazy citadel place?

Psh. Not at all, morty.
That place will never have

any bearing over our lives
ever again.

Unlike that mermaid puss! Yeah!

We're going back for seconds!

We're gonna do that shit
every week, man!

- That was Atlantis!
- Oh, shit!