All language subtitles for Gidget.S01E30.A.Hard.Nights.Night.1080p.BluRay.FLAC2.0.H.264-BTN_track4_[eng]

[Gidget narrating] Daddy
was on his way to San Francisco

to give a talk at Cal,

and I was all set
for the weekend at Chez Larue.

That is, I thought
I was all set...

till she started
with the mysterioso bit.

What's up? I wrote a mystery
story, and I want your opinion.

If your best friend is not
William Shakespeare...

and he asks you to read
something he's written,

go hide in your closet
till he goes away.

And make sure he takes
his manuscript with him.

Because whoever
said honesty is the best

policy had a couple
of other policies, too,

like for flood and earthquake
and broken friendships.

Do I have to?

You're afraid you won't like
it and you'll hurt my feelings.

Look, I want criticism.
Believe me, it--

Gidget, if I just wanted a big

rave, I'd ask my
mother to read it.

Well--
My mother loved it.

You asked me.
So, I'm waiting.

Well, it's a little
overwritten. Pray, go on.

That's all. Just a
little "purple prosy."

Where?

"The spectral,
sepulchral moon...

wound deathly
fingers of pale, sickly

light over the
mordant landscape."

Per chance you need
the dictionary?

Per chance
I should go home.

And spend the night alone
in that big, empty house?

And there's a storm coming up--
with thunder, with lightening.

Good. Then maybe there
won't be a spectral moon with--

♪ [jazzy pop]

♪ If you're in doubt
about angels ♪

♪ Being real

♪ I can arrange to change

♪ Any doubts you feel

♪ Wait till you see
my Gidget ♪

♪ You'll want her
for your valentine ♪

♪ You're gonna say
she's all that you adore ♪

♪ But stay away
Gidget is spoken for ♪

♪ You're gonna find
that Gidget is ♪

♪ Mine ♪

[woman on PA] Your attention, please.

Flight 701 now arriving
from Minneapolis at Gate 12.

Flight 701 at Gate 12.

Russ! Russie Lawrence.
You old mackerel, you.

What are you doing
here? My plane

was delayed. How are you, Stew?

Tip-top.
Get a load of this.

Altitude.
She'll settle down.

There she goes now.
How about that?

You got it down
to a nice steady hum.

Oh, I'm in great shape.
Great. See any liver spots?

No.
Darn right.

I've got the liver of a
17-year-old Olympic runner-up.

That's why I'm down in L.A.

You're entering your liver in the Olympics?
[laughing]

No, I'm going to up the old
insurance-- five big ones.

I'm gonna take
the exam Monday.

You know, I've been building
up to this for months.

The body's a machine, Russ.
There's no trade-in.

I never thought of it that way.

Well, Stew, good
luck on your exam.

Russie, what do
you know about that

new hotel out on
Sunset, mattress wise?

Mattresswise? Firm,
uh, extra-firm, regular?

I'm afraid I don't know.
Well, I'll go check it out.

You know, I got to get
my eight hours sleep.

I don't get my eight,
it's fall-apart time.

Last time I was down, I stayed
at that joint over on Bedford.

Dis-as-ter.
You don't say?

Faces east.
Toward Mecca?

Early-morning sun.

I tell you, Russ, I've had hotel

nights that would
kill another man.

I'm sorry to hear that, Stew.
But this time, I'm prepared.

Bring your knitting?
Sleep-A-Bye Insom-No-More.

Just plug it in,
you sleep like a baby.

Produces a low hum. It
screens out all other sounds.

[Insom-No-More humming]

Now that's something.
And I've got a

couple of other tricks
up my sleeve too.

They're not gonna get me this
time. I'm gonna get my eight.

I certainly hope so, Stew.

A man's got to
protect his family.

Passing this insurance exam
is very important to me.

Stew, if you're
worried about the hotel,

why don't you go
stay at my house?

Oh, I wouldn't impose. No, no.
My daughter's at her friend's.

The place will be empty
the whole weekend.

Matter of fact,
you'll be doing me a

favor-- sort of keep
an eye on the place.

Here. 803 North Dutton Drive.

803? Is that on the
south side of the street?

There are three bedrooms and a

den, all with
different exposures.

You'll have the whole place
to yourself. That's wonderful.

Thank you.
You're a great guy.

[Gidget narrating] If I hadn't
been so steamed at Larue,

I'd have had a gorgeous giggle
at her being so convinced...

that I'd be afraid to spend the
night alone in my very own home.

I mean really,

what's the big deal
about getting a good

night's sleep in
your very own bed...

just because no one else is in the house?
[thunder]

And that dopey
weather report she gave me.

Like a thunder
storm isn't just some

natural phenomena...
[thunderclap]

Involving low-pressure areas.

[thunder continues]

Smart. A light in the bay
keeps the burglars away.

Stew, you're a lucky guy.

Generous and
intelligent friends.

♪ [radio: rock]
♪ [humming]

[DJ] And that was
the lonely Larry Larrabee...

to Julie Ann, Anita,
Hedy, Dori and Martha.

Now, how about a little mood
music to match the weather?

♪ [radio: spooky]

[water running]
[thunder rumbling]

[rain pouring]

♪ [continues]

[clicks off]

One light okay, but you're
overdoing, Russie boy.

[springs squeaking]

♪ [humming softly]

[thunder rumbling]

[chuckles] No.

[wind howling]

♪ [spooky]

[DJ] We call this
"The Request Hour."

Your wish is our command.

So hang on, kids. This
one's the latest request.

[clicks off]

[Insom-No-More humming]

Hello. Larue.

[humming]

Because I thought it over, and
I was too hasty in my judgment.

I simply want
to read it again.

Yeah. It couldn't be that--

Never mind. Then
don't come over.

Just because you
have the wheels and

it happens to be
pouring outside...

and your very best friend in the

whole world is
asking you a favor.

Never mind, Larue. Just
forget it. I didn't mean that.

I didn't mean that I wouldn't
come over-- Okay, right there.

Come around to the kitchen.
I'll be making us a sandwich.

[sighs]

[Gidget narrating] When I looked

again, that rose
somehow was familiar,

not quite as scary.

So I turned the light on, and I
realized I turned the light on.

It didn't go off some
mysterious way like I thought.

I guess I'd been
a little nervy before

and turned it off
without realizing.

"Start at the top.
Feel the scalp relax.

"Feel the heavy hair
weighing it down gently.

"Relax the hair follicles.
Let them go limp, relaxed.

Now the forehead. Let it
flop kerflop on the eyebrows."

[thunderclap] I'm soaked.

Nothing like a
triple-decker to sop

it up and a little casino maybe?

I thought you wanted to
reevaluate the story. Oh, I do.

"The house was
strangely still,

shadows hanging in the fetid
air like black birds of prey"--

Don't you want to
take your coat off?

"Black birds of prey,
dark and brooding,

hanging somber,
drooping darkly"--

Now the hips. Let them go.
[Insom-No-More humming]

Spread, sink, flop-- [moans]
[vehicle approaching]

[vehicle door slams]
[woman] Herbie,

don't forget to shut
the garage door!

- It's pouring!
- [man] All right! All right!

[loud clattering] Just
what I need-- noisy neighbors.

All right, all right.
Now feel the scalp relax.

Feel the heavy hair
weighing it down.

[wind howling]

Oh, what a fun,
fun, fun, fun party.

And wasn't Archie
silly? I wish you

could be funny
like Archie, Herbie.

Oh, I just hate to
take off this costume.

I am the Good Fairy of the West,
and I grant you three wishes.

Ohh!

Okay, the first is pipe down.
I'm pooped.

Ah, Herb, before
we were married, you

were the last one
to leave a party.

I kept hoping you'd go home
with somebody else.

Herbert, there are lights on
all over the Lawrence house.

Is that the late, late
news? But Russ is

out of town, and
Gidget's at a friend's.

They wouldn't go away and
leave all those lights blazing.

Oh, Foo ya.

I mean it. It could
be a burglar.

So Russ'll send him
the light bill.

Herbert, somebody has to
go over there and check.

He's insured. And I happen to be

president of the Nice
Neighbors Network.

So you check.
Oh, Herb.

Before we were
married, you'd have been

excited about a
possible adventure.

Before we were married,
I was six inches taller.

"There was a hushed feeling
of impending doom.

"The measured ticking of the old

clock sounded
like a heartbeat...

"echoing through
the gloomy corridors.

- "Suddenly--
- [electricity crackles]

everything went black."

What happened?
Maybe it's just a fuse.

So fix it. Well, come with me.
The fuse box is in the cellar.

I'll wait here so I can
tell you when they go on.

You have too much of that
fairy fudge tonight?

There are no lights on
over there.

But I could swear-- So
could I. How in the Sam Hill--

You go over there
and check all those locks.

And don't bother arguing,
because I'm not listening.

I ought to take
this makeup off.

Anybody sees me, they'll think
your mother's visiting again.

You can do that
later. It will take

too long. And there were lights.

Probably some electrical

disturbance
because of the storm.

Before we were
married, you wouldn't

have had such a
silly explanation.

Before we were married, they
hadn't invented electricity.

Where would I be if I were a
fuse box? On the back porch.

Where would I be
if I were a back porch?

Why didn't I stay
in a hotel?

Maybe this is it-- Ow!

Go to my room and
get my flashlight. I

can't do anything
without some light.

Well, how will I
find my way? You

practically live here.
Use the back stairs.

Never mind.
I'll go up the front way.

Do what you want.
Just hurry.

[thunderclap]

I'll probably catch
my death of cold.

This must be the kitchen.

[rattling]

Tighter than a drum.

The patio door.

Back in the den again? Get
a grip on yourself, Stewie boy.

You want that
electric blanket to

work, you better
find that fuse box.

Steady, boy. You
didn't see what you

thought, because
there is no such thing.

It's just nerves.
Just cool it, baby.

The thing to do
is to sleep. Forget

the fuse box. Just-- Just sleep.

Sl-Sleep.
You're obviously--

Sleep. Sleep.
Sleep like a baby.

Baby sleep. Sleep.
Sleepy time now. Oh--

♪ Rockaby, Stewie
on-- on the treetop ♪

- Gidget!
- What took you so long?

There was a monster
looking in the window.

Hand me the flash and stop
with the story already.

No story. A monster on
the patio. I saw it. Deep talk.

It was just the cypress tree.
You sure?

When I get the lights fixed,
we'll calm down.

Whoo-hoo!

[Foo Ya] Answer me! Whoo-hoo!

I didn't hear that. That's a
"figmation" of my "imagment."

Whoo-hoo!

All right.
Start at the top, Stewie.

Relax the scalp. Feel the
heavy hair weigh it down.

Maybe I better look around.

I should have
brought along a flash.

Must be the storm. Wh--

What else could it be?

We'll eat, and we'll feel better.
[object clatters]

A nice glass of warm milk.
[clanging]

That's what you need,
Stewie boy.

That will calm
the old janglies.

Maybe a couple of tranquilizers
and some dry pajamas.

[squeaking]

[thunderclap]

You never realize how many
creaks and squeaks a house has.

Our house doesn't.

That's because your parents
aren't in San Francisco. Yeah.

What we need is something to
take our minds off of this jazz.

Yeah. Hey, let's wax
our hairlines. Huh?

Well, I have this neat stuff
I've been dying to try.

You melt it down
and slap it on and

let it harden and zap-- no fuss.

Crazy.

What the--

That's not like Russ
to be so careless.

Could start a fire.

First, we put it in a pan, then

turn on the heat
and melt it down.

How long does it take? Oh.
I left the directions upstairs.

Be back in a jiff.
I'll come with you.

- Ow.
- [chuckles]

Why did you turn
the light off?

I didn't. Didn't
you? Of course not.

Gidget, something funny's
is going on.

Oh, don't be a big baby.

Don't you feel
something spooky?

I just feel like
waxing my hairli--

Hey.

It's all gone. See?

Oh, it just evaporated.
That's all.

[thunderclap]

[thunder continues]

I got to get out of here.

You can just throw a coat
on over your pajamas.

There's got to be some
reasonable explanation.

I don't want to hear it.
Let's get out of here.

[clinking]

All right, fella, put them up!
You're surrounded!

Say, there,
you a friend of Russ's?

I'm sorry I burst in like
that. Uh, Russ give you a key?

Say, buddy.

[Stew screaming]

It came from there.

Is my husband all right?

Oh, not him!
That's my husband!

Oh, darling, are you all
right? I was so worried.

Well, to each his own.

Mrs. Fetter? Oh, I'm so glad
you're here. What happened?

- [both gasp]
- Oh, it's all

right. We were at
a costume party.

We saw the lights
go on and-- But

what are you doing
home? I thought--

Around the corner. Uh,
we got him-- Pajama Plotkin.

Just one more tranquilizer
and then I can sleep.

Pajama Plotkin.

One of the slickest
second-story men in the country.

Does all his jobs
in p.j.'s. Then

if caught, he was
just sleepwalking.

Well, we got you now.
I must get some sleep.

You'll have plenty of time to

sleep, Jack,
down at the station.

Station? Can it,
Plotkin. We got you now.

I'm not Plotkin. I'm
Stew Gurney. Uh-huh.

I'm a friend of Russ
Lawrence's. He gave me the key.

Yeah.

You're detranquilizing me!

Gidget? I've never
seen him before.

And Daddy didn't say anything
about giving anyone a key.

Okay, Plotkin, let's go.

No, wait a minute! This is an

outrage! You'll
hear from my lawyer!

Wait till he gets
you down there at

the station! You
find out what it is!

Well, it's been a night.

I guess we'll run
along home, too, if

you're sure you
girls will be all right.

Oh, we're fine. But I guess
we'll go sleep over at Larue's.

Yeah. My parents might be a

little nervous
alone in the house.

Well, Mr. Fetter
will follow you home.

Oh, Foo ya.

Before we were married, he
would have jumped at the chance

to take two pretty girls home.

Before we were married,
I had strength to jump.

[overlapping dialogue]
The neighbor and

his wife came over.
Boy, did he look funny.

And then when he
came over, he found

this skinny burglar.
All funny and hairy.

And the police came,
and they took him away!

Hold it! Hold it,
you two! I can't

get a word with
both of you shouting.

Now one at a time.
Hi, Stew. How was the exam?

What were you two saying?
Do you know him?

Something about
a skinny burglar?

[both] Well, that's the one.

One at a time, please.

[Gidget narrating] Go
figure out the older generation.

I thought Daddy would be boiled

over what happened
to his friend.

But when we got to
the part about Pajama

Plotkin, he almost
fell down laughing.

I guess it is pretty funny.

Till you stop and think--

Somewhere out there in the night
is the real Pajama Plotkin,

lurking in the gloom,
waiting, just waiting.

Hey, that's a pretty good
opening for a mystery story.