All language subtitles for Night.Court.2023.S03E08.REPACK.1080p.x265-ELiTE_Legendas01.ENG

Hello. Welcome to night court.

What brings you in tonight?

My husband sold
my identity on the dark web.

Wonderful.

Upon exiting,

be sure to stop by our
customer satisfaction kiosk

and press the face button

that best represents
your experience.

And remember,
you're rating us,

not the sketch-bag
you married.

Why does the city think
we need those?

Are they worried
people might take

their public urinations
elsewhere?

And only three buttons?

I mean, I get you need
happy, sad,

and whatever
flat mouth is.

But where's conflicted,
inspired,

wistful with a subtle
tinge of regret?

Hmm

Here comes
our first customer:

The People versus
Pandora Findlay.

She is charged
with destruction of property.

In her latest stab
at TikTok immortality,

Miss Findlay attempted some
dirty dancing

in a local
Tar-zhay.

But when she tried to lift
the mannequin above her head,

she dropped Plastic Swayze
onto an old woman

who did not have the time
of her life.

That movie is so hot.
You come for the Swayze,

but, mm, you stay
for the Orbach.

Your honor, this is nothing
but a childish indiscretion.

I believe Homer said, "In youth
and beauty, wisdom is rare."

Who cares what
Bart Simpson's dad said?

This went viral.

You know what?
Maybe it's best to let

the lawyer do the lawyering.

You wouldn't make it in jail.
They take your phone.

Only if they can find it.

Judge, can I have a lawyer
who gets what I'm about?

Oh, yes.

Oh, who could possibly
understand the vast uniqueness

that is you, Pandora?
Perhaps we should find one

of your wholly original
contemporaries named

Paxton or Astrid
to advocate for you.

Or maybe you could back off
and let me do my job!

I have socks
older than you.

Astrid. Can you
believe this guy?

Is there a button on there
that makes it clear

that those
are for Dan?

Hey, Abby Stoners,
it's your gavel girl.

Reminding you that a career
at night court can be fun,

rewarding, and you
probably won't get stabbed.

Sorry to interrupt
your influencing,

but I just heard
a juicy rumor.

Someone here
has a crush on Wyatt.

Do they know
he still calls people "Playa"?

Ooh. Let's say who we
think it is on three.

One, two--

Gail, the new
stenographer.

...who's super horny.

Whenever I ask her
to read something back,

she always looks at him
and does it all breathy.

"And that's when the
dog... jumped out the window."

What up, playa?

We doing
Gail impressions?

"There... was
blood... everywhere."

That case was weirdly graphic
for a parking ticket.

Hey Gurgs,
you're Chief Bailiff.

Can you authorize me
to check out a lie detector?

Sure, but don't make
the mistake I did.

Clamps go on the fingers,
not the nipples.

Okay, so I'll wash the clamps
before I...

put them on my daughter.

Her lying is getting
out of control.

She's eight, but she lies
on a college level.

She almost convinced me
she was adopted.

Hooking her up
to a lie detector.

Maybe she should
be adopted.

Oh my God.
She got to you, too.

Hello, Mr. Fielding!
I'm Tad Greevy.

I'm head of the city's
Satisfaction Initiative.

We're the ones behind, uh,
these bad boys.

I posed for
the buttons myself.

Does this look familiar?

That's yellow!

This is disinterested.

I'm here investigating
a flurry

of negative feedback
from last night.

The frowns were
so concentrated,

we assumed that one
of the kiosks exploded.

That's only happened once.

Oh. Yeah.
I hope there was

a functional kiosk nearby

so that you could
tell how people

felt about the explosion.

You're being sarcastic,
but there was.

Anyhoo, your client was
not satisfied.

Do you often find it difficult
relating to people

who are younger than you?

No.

But I do find it difficult
relating to people

who are stupider than me.

Okay, I'm sensing
some hostility.

But when one of our more, uh,

seasoned public defenders
is called "out of touch"--

uhh-- we gotta make sure
he's up to the job.

- Uh-huh.
- You understand that...

right, guy?

Uh. Yeah.

You know what I understand
is that Swift was correct

when he said,
when a true genius appears

that all the dunces will form
a confederacy against him.

Oh, you're a Swiftie?

Jonathan Swift.

Her name is Taylor.

Oh, Wyatt.

I heard a rumor that you're
trying to frighten a child.

Just so you know,
I'm available.

You're too excited

and therefore not allowed
to participate.

Well, I'm gonna
do it anyway.

You know that those face
buttons actually do something?

Well, because of
that TikTok brat last night,

I've got some City Hall stooge
complaining

that I can't relate
to young people.

You're all young.
You relate to me just fine.

- Absolutely.
- Heck, yeah.

My man.

Oh, please.
You're all lying.

They don't understand half
of what comes out of your mouth.

That's not true.

Dan and I
are completely in sync.

As long as he doesn't
talk Irish poets

or start ranking
the Apollo missions.

Excuse me.

If you didn't understand
my references,

why not just tell me?

Because it's easier to just
nod, squint your eyes,

and pretend
you vaguely remember

some obscure jazz man
you've never heard of.

But, Dan, we love
that you're from the past.

- Ugh!
- It's like being friends

with a museum
that comes alive at night.

That was a movie,
actually three.

Yes, and yet they only
managed to make

"On the Waterfront" once.

My man.

That's it! I don't
want any more

special treatment just
because of my age.

So no more senior discount
at the coffee bar?

All right.
Fine, fine.

I've never said this
in my life, but...

charge me full price!

That wasn't my fault.
Nobody push a button.

New crush theory:
It's Cathy, the security guard.

Wyatt doesn't need
a pat down every time,

you thirsty tramp.

I still think
it's...

Gail.

Care to make
it interesting?

Okay, If I'm right,
you have to be

my tag-team partner in
wrestling class,

and I will turn on you, because
that's what the crowd wants.

Well, when I'm right,

you have to come with me
to trivia night.

And our team name is
"ABSolutely GURGSulous."

I hate trivia.
Like, I don't know where

Scooby-Doo went to college.

That's none of my business.

You might want to study
up on your Scooby,

because when you
lose this bet,

you're going to be like,
"Ruh-Roh."

Ruh-Roh.

Now that I'm seeing
the eight-year-old strapped

to the lie detector,
I feel like

I should have pushed back
harder on this idea.

I'm just showing my daughter
some of the cool equipment here

and how there's
no escape from it.

Nice to meet you.

My feelings are hurt, but at
least we know the machine works.

We'll be out of your way
in a minute.

I'm just gonna ask
a few questions.

The lies stop now.

Whoops.

Did you see where I left
my pad with my questions?

Probably in the bathroom
where you were practicing

your "tough guy" voice.

She's telling the truth.

I'm going to go
track down my questions.

Pro tip: If she's complimenting
you, you've already lost.

Hey. Watch this!
I didn't go through your desk.

We should ask her
about the crush.

Are we talking about
how someone here

has a crush on my dad?

- You know about that?
- Yes.

- And do you know who it is?
- Yes.

Would you tell me who it is
if I gave you some jellybeans?

Deal.

Hold on.

I'm just waiting for
the needle to move.

It's not moving.

Dad said one of his friends
from work has a crush on him.

You're the only one
he talks about.

So it must be you.

Oh, he don't
talk about me?

Right. Could be you.

That's better.

Wait. What?

Uh, black coffee.
Full price.

Mobile order for Tad.
Oh! Hey, champ.

Ordering with your mouth,
I see. That's old school.

Right.
You know what? No.

You know what? Check that.

I'm going to have whatever
my young friend is having.

Well, you are in
for a tasty treat.

This is a peppermint
pumpkin latte, Tad style.

One pump of pep.
Two pumps of pump.

And don't skimp
on the whip.

Tremendous. I love
the dueling flavors

of toothpaste
and squash.

No, no, no, no.

Who is this distinguished
teenager with back problems?

L-O-L, 'cause that's
what I say now.

You know what keeps
me so young, Dan?

I figured it was a potion

you whipped up
with the rest of your coven.

I'm up for anything.

No, I do something new
every day.

Well, not every day.

I once lost a whole week
when I took a pill

I found in the subway,
but--

damn it, I am gonna
live until I die.

I'm up for things.

All right.
Go, test me.

Okay, so hypothetically,

if I said let's
get out of the city this weekend

and go plum picking.

Fight traffic on my day
off to gather a ton of fruit

that I could have easily
gotten at the grocery store.

I wouldn't miss it.

If I had a pit bull
and asked you to watch him?

And before you answer, know that
he has to sleep in your bed.

I could only hope that
he would lick my face all night,

because I believe
that dogs are capable of love

and wouldn't eat me
if things came to that.

There's a music festival
tomorrow outside in the park.

I just hope it's really hot.

You know, I forget--

wh-where-- where do you stand
on electronic dance music?

EDM?
Oh, it's one of my favorites.

I just hope they play my
favorite song:

"Boom, Boom,
Wop, Wop."

Ah. You really are up
for anything, you know.

And that's good
because that last one was real.

So you owe me $170
for the ticket,

and I'll see you tomorrow
in Flushing.

Can I just have
the pit bull eat my face?

This is crazy.

Wyatt's not even my type.

He doesn't look anything
like Jerry Orbach.

I don't have
a crush on him either.

I'm taking a break from romance
since I dumped the Duke.

Got real messy.
Even the royal guard

that brought back my underwear
was crying.

I can't believe Wyatt thinks
we have a crush on him.

I mean, do other people
think that?

Are other people
betting on us?

Are we the Gail?

Well, I don't mind
judging others,

but I don't like it
turned around on me.

How could anyone think
I have a crush on Wyatt?

I mean, you I get. You're always
complimenting his clothes.

I wear the same thing
every day.

I'm jealous of anyone
who doesn't.

You never compliment my
clothes.

Be serious, Abby.

Besides, you're the one always
laughing at his dumb jokes.

That doesn't
mean anything.

I laugh at Beaker
from the Muppets.

I don't have a crush
on him...

anymore.

Okay? It was one sex dream,

but I had a lot of pie
before bed.

You know what?

I'm changing my bet
to you.

Because your eyes are
always on his butt.

I'm down here.
I can't help it.

All I see are butts.
Butts are my faces!

There he is, my colleague

you claim to have
no feelings for.

Double or nothing,
you can't help

but compliment
his outfit.

We can't double our bet.
What are you gonna do?

Run two trivia teams?

I could run as many teams
as I have names for,

and I'm up to eight.

- Hey, guys.
- I hate your sweater.

It's ugly and dumb
and-and I don't find

the pattern bold
or surprising.

Should I take it off?

No.
We hate your body.

Especially the parts you can
bounce quarters off of.

Oh, Julianne
brought her dad.

Oh, my God, it's Dan.

Hi, Dan from 20 years
in the future.

What are you here
to warn us about?

She dragged me
to a music festival!

Why are you yelling?

We were a little close
to the speakers.

So now he's deaf.

I'm a little deaf!

I slipped on some mud,

inadvertently started
a mosh pit.

Oh, yeah.
He got moshed real good.

Hence the cane
and this lovely ensemble

from the Lost and Found
collection.

Found this in
the lost and found!

Those punks are lucky that
Skrillex intervened when he did!

Or they'd be tripping balls
in hell right now!

Hello again, Mr. Fielding.

Oh, who's that? Oh.

Oh, no. He doesn't
remember who I am.

He's lucky to have you.

What are you
doing here, Tad?

Well, I told my boss
about our little gab sesh

and how you were cranky
and confused,

and she suggested that I give
you a full performance review.

So I'm here to watch
the mighty silverback

in his natural habitat.

Is a performance review
really necessary?

He's an amazing lawyer who can
feel the weather in his bones.

What's younger than that?

A performance review is
really no biggie.

It just determines
if you keep working

and if you get benefits.

And if you get invited
to Tad's big birthday brunch.

There are stairs.

I take it that's the guy
you don't want to

seem old in front of?

Yeah, probably
not the best time

to look like you're about

to give a fireside chat
about polio.

Can we just
do our jobs now?

You know, when I was
picking you up off the ground,

I found some pills.

You wanna take one and
just wake up when this is over?

Thank you. But no,
I had enough floor in my mouth

when those kids
were dancing on me.

Let's just hope that
the next defendant

is someone young

so I can show Tad
how good I can relate.

The people versus
Winston Cradley.

Dagnabbit!

Uh, I mean FML.

Mr. Bradley threatened
children with a rake

after their Frisbee landed
on his property.

My client did offer plenty
of warnings.

What was the nature
of these warnings?

Eh?

What did he say?

Oh, dear.

"Beat it, you young
whippersnapper,"

"Get a job, hippie,"
and "Get off my lawn!"

It's like looking
in a mirror.

No, it's not.
I'm so much younger--

I like young things.
Look [ Laughs ] like this toy.

I like-- Oh.

Wyatt, maybe get that
for Dan.

Oh, you'd like him to bend
over, wouldn't you, judge?

You getting this, Gail?

No. I can do things, for
God's-- Ow! Oh! Jeez.

Been there, Bro.

I want it on record
that I met Skrillex today.

Okay.

There's only one logical way
to settle

which of us
has a crush on Wyatt.

I hope you're ready
to wear this

and explain why it's super
clever to confused strangers.

Well, I hope you're
ready to wear this,

because on our tag team,
I'm the face.

All right, let's ask
some baseline questions.

Is your name Abby Stone?

Yes.
Is your name Donna Gurganous?

No.

But if I told you my real name,
it would blow your mind.

All right. Looks like
we've got our baseline.

Did you ever have sex
with Jake in here?

Um, okay.

Yes, but I work at night,
and that's when sex happens.

Okay. We're doing this?

Did you really miss
my Friendsgiving

'cause your Aunt Terri
was sick?

Yes. She was sick--

of not being
in Atlantic City.

We had odd numbers
for charades because of you.

Well, you would have lost
anyway.

You always mouth
the answers.

No, I don't.

Okay, fine.
Well, you know what?

You over-sing at karaoke.

Oh, you do a lot of white rap,
and it makes me uncomfortable.

Yeah, well, your choice of
deep cuts alienates the crowd.

I'm lying.

The crowd loves it,
and I'm jealous.

All right, now let's ask
the real question.

Do you have a crush on Wyatt?

No. Do you have
a crush on Wyatt?

No.

All right. It's official.
Nobody here likes Wyatt.

Oh. Hey, buddy.

Girl, I know you
had something to do with this.

I just told them the truth.

You said a friend at work
has a crush on you.

Whaaat?

Don't listen to her.
Uh, she's a liar.

Okay. Yes.

I totally said someone had a
crush on me, but it's not true.

I knew your mom
was listening to us on FaceTime,

and I wanted her to be jealous

because I'm a petty man!

Wow, Dad...
Wow.

Lying doesn't seem
so cool now, does it, Megan?

There's nothing cool
about any of this.

Well, I don't care
what you guys think.

I know I'm cool.

It's a shame
no one won the bet.

I'd make a pretty intimidating
tag team partner.

How does it know I'm lying?

I'm not even hooked up
to the machine.

Hi, Mr. Fielding,
I'm just finishing up

your performance review.

I just gotta dot the i's
and cross the t's

and circle your last day
on the calendar.

Uh, actually, Tad, we're here

to give you
a performance review.

You're young,
so please explain this to me.

With all of humanity's
greatest art and culture

at your fingertips,

why do you spend
so much time watching this?

I believe it's called
"Dancing Grannies."

Oh, yeah. I love those vids.
So funny.

Is it all dancing
you find funny?

Because we looked through your
likes and

it's mostly grannies.

And it's not just
grannies dancing,

it's grannies
falling down

and some grannies being scared
by Halloween decorations

that turn out
to be people.

I think you might be ageist.

No, I'm not ageist.

I just think it's funny
when you people dance.

You people?

Okay, that was a slip.

But I-I-I love the elderly.

I'm the grandson of two memaws
and a pop-pop.

So you can't be ageist
because you have old friends.

Tad, Tad, Tad.

When I hear things like that,
I don't feel--

Oh, Julianne,
what's the word?

Satisfied?

No, don't do
anything crazy.

I've never been
red button-ed before.

Those frowns go
straight to the mayor.

Okay. Wait.
Just listen up.

My generation
went to the moon.

We invented the computer
and the cell phone.

We were the Beatles
and David Foster Wallace and

Margaret Atwood and Viagra
and the hula hoop.

And I have earned the right
to identify with you

as little as I want.

Forget the review.
You can have your job.

Just keep me green.
I'll do whatever you want.

We want you
to dance, Tad.

Thank you for doing this,
Julianne.

You know me.
I'm up for anything.

Also, I took one
of those pills I found,

so you might have to carry
me home.

Tad, that's not dancing.
Don't skip the whip.

You guys are so mean.

I wish you were
my Peloton instructor.

I'm a good rapper.

Damn it!

Good news.
Tad had a change of heart.

Seems like I'm qualified
to keep my job as a free lawyer.

Why did you let
that guy get to you?

You never care what
people think.

No, I didn't care
what Tad thinks.

Care what you think.

Hearing that you guys
are just humoring me,

that you think of me
as the old man,

that hurt a little.

You don't know what it's like,
but you will.

No wise man ever wished
to be younger.

Jonathan Swift reference?

I didn't know
you were a Swiftie.

I Google all
the old-timey crap you say.

It's led to a lot of targeted
ads for reverse mortgages

and a device that helps
you put on your socks.

I have that.
It's good.

I want to be just like you
when I grow up.

Uh-huh. Well, I want to be
just like you

if I grow down.

Oh, you want to see a video
of Tad dancing?

Also happens to be a video
of Tad crying.

It's funny.