All language subtitles for My Favorite Martian s03e02 Go West Young Martian 2

If you remember last week... I said hold
it!

That's better.

Now, if you remember last week while
being pursued by Marshal Brennan, Uncle

Martin and Tim had to rescue Lawley from
some very shady characters in the

saloon. A fight ensued and... For the
last time, hold it!

Anyway, as they started to make their
getaway, they were captured by Marshal

Brennan. Before Uncle Martin could raise
a levitating finger, he found himself

being handcuffed.

Along with Tim.

And both were led away to jail.

Leaving Loralee to fend for herself in
the wild, wild west.

And to the already existing charge of
counterfeiting, I'm adding breaking

Grand theft, assaulting an officer, and
inciting to riot.

Be my guest.

Uncle Martin, I'm cognizant that arts
and crafts are great therapy for prison

life, but would you mind putting down
that pencil and paper and talking to me?

I'm worried.

Shut up, Tim. We're not licked yet.

Oh, well, that's great advice, which
might be appreciated by a postage stamp.

Me? I prefer something just a little
more substantial.

Here we are in St.

Joe, Missouri.

I'm quite aware of that. In 1849.

All we have to do is get back to
California and the time machine.

Don't you think you're oversimplifying
the problem?

It's not the same as following the
yellow brick road.

First we get arrested by Brendan's great
-grandfather for spending two perfectly

legitimate Roosevelt dimes. And then we
get away from him, we run into Mrs.

Brown's great -grandmother.

She gets robbed, we get blamed for it. I
know, I know.

All we have to do is get our money back
to her. Then get her to California.

Otherwise I won't be a Mrs. Brown.

But here we are in jail!

Are you finished?

Yes. Good. Now, if you'll kindly extract
yourself from the mire of self -pity

that you've been wallowing in, I'd like
to discuss our escape.

Escape?

Why didn't you say so?

Because trying to interrupt you is more
impossible than trying to have the last

word with an echo.

Now, you better take this first.

What is it? It's a map showing where the
time machine is and how to locate it by

1849 landmarks.

I want you to have it just in case
anything happens to me on the way.

With it, at least you can return in
time.

Well, Uncle Martin, I... Ah, let's
dispense with the sentiment. I'm not

the trail yet.

Now, now, to get out of here.

Do you mean that you could have opened
that at any time?

The problem wasn't getting us out.

It's getting Brennan in.

We've got to make sure that we get a
good head start.

Oh, you mean you're going to incarcerate
him.

Exactly.

All right, Tim, the door's open.

If the marshal tries to stop us, we'll
jump him.

He can't get us both at the same time.

All right, Sam.

Can't either of you move.

How'd you get that door open? Simple
from in here, sir.

The lock's catch doesn't hold.

It doesn't, does it?

Okay.

Out there, where I can keep an eye on
you.

That lock works fine.

Goodbye now. We've got to catch a train.

You, come back! Come back!

Stop or I'll shoot!

I could just scream.

Find him till we're a long way out of
town. Yeah, well, the odds are in our

favor. The Sheriff of St. Joe's away for
two days, and I doubt if anyone else

has reason to inspect those cells. Yeah.

What do you know, Pete? They done
escaped from jail again.

Can't say they ain't got a lot of
spirit.

Well, I'm more worried if they still got
that money they want from me in the

poker game.

This one's cleaner than a turkey on
Thanksgiving Day. This one ain't got a

dimey.

What's this?

That's a map.

California, see?

Los Angeles.

Map? A mine.

That's a map to a coal mine. It's got to
be. That X is where you start digging.

We're going to be rich, man.

You want everybody to know?

What about them?

Well, now, we just can't clutter up the
streets of St. Joe with criminals lying

around.

It's about time.

I was beginning to think you'd sleep
through breakfast, too.

Breakfast?

How? Oh, careful.

Careful there.

You've each got a lump on the back of
your head the size of a silver dollar.

What happened to you anyway?

Exactly what we'd like to know, dear
lady.

How did we get here?

Oh, well, I sort of stumbled over you on
the way back to my wagon.

Some of my neighbors were nice enough to
help carry you here.

After all, I did feel I owed you
something for getting me the money for

wagon and all.

A gesture we greatly appreciate, I
assure you. Well, I think you better

night more while I get some more cold
water for your heads.

You know, Uncle Martin, it... It
couldn't have been robbery, because we

have a thing on us.

Uncle Martin?

The map.

It's gone.

Are you sure?

I'm positive, yeah.

Whoever took that map is undoubtedly
under the illusion it's a map indicating

gold strike. A gold strike?

Oh, brother.

Boy, is he going to be surprised when he
digs... When he digs up the CCTVS and

not knowing what it is, they might very
easily destroy it. Tim, we've got to

find whoever took that map. That's fine.

Where do we start looking?

In the most logical place. If they're
going to California, they must be on

train.

Ah, Miss Gluck, my nephew and I were
just wondering if you perhaps could use

couple of extra hands.

Oh, good heavens, no.

One for each arm is plenty, thank you.

Uh, what my uncle meant was perhaps you
could use some help on your wagon. After

all, even though you will be with the
train, it's still a mighty perilous

journey for a lone woman to make.

Oh, well, I'm sure I'll be quite safe.

And besides, I'm afraid I've spent all
of my... Money?

Don't even mention the word. Food and
lodging will suffice, ma 'am. Now, now,

you just go inside and relax. We'll take
care of everything from here on.

All right, Tim, hitch up the team, check
the water barrels, make sure the wheels

and axles have been greased.

Uncle Martin.

Yes? Now that you've helped Laura Lee,
would you mind telling me where I can

some extra hands?

you doing? Mass mind reading?

I'm still trying to locate who on this
train has our map.

Well, that shouldn't be too hard. All
you have to do is find somebody who

think about anything else but claiming a
gold mine in California.

That's the trouble. This is 1849 and
everybody down there is thinking the

thing.

Did it ever occur to you that the guys
that took that map may not be in this

train?

Tim, it is highly unlikely that they
would set out cross -country from

all by themselves.

Well, you may be right, but one of those
guys is sure keeping himself under

wraps.

Oh, I'm tired. I'm going to turn in. How
about you?

Oh, no, no. No, thanks. I think I'll
stay up and read a while.

Tim, I wonder if you'd mind doing me a
favor and taking this pie to the

Harrisons for me. They're about four or
five wagons back.

Well, sure, Miss Gloss.

Cream pie, huh? Well, um, what kind of,
uh... That's

sour cream.

Well, of course, silly. It's a sweet and
sour cabbage pie.

You're pulling my leg.

Oh, heavens, no.

Maybe your pants are caught in your
boot.

I told you it was them, Pete.

You think they know we're on the train?

No, we've kept our side real good.

Besides, they can't prove we took their
map.

We still ought to fill them so full of
holes that you can't mail them home. Get

rid of them once and for all. Good, and
have the whole wagon train down on the

next. Red, don't let your mind go
wandering.

It's too small to go out by itself.

Wait a minute.

I've got a real practical way to keep
them fellas from bothering us.

Forget about the map or trying to get
the gold mine or you'll never see your

lady friend again.

You know, Uncle Martin, it's times like
these when things look darkest and

the whole world looks like it's going to
cave in.

That men like us have to pull our
shoulders back and raise our heads to

heavens and shout.

I want my mother.

Anything?

Tim, I've got my human vibrational
scanner open all the way, and nary a

a pong. Oh, fine.

Ah, but cheer up. Remember.

Today's gray clouds are tomorrow's blue
skies.

Uncle Martin, if there's one thing I
don't need right now, it's a weather

report.

Tim, I pinged.

Good for you.

I pinged again.

And now I ponged. I'm standing here
burning to a crisp and you're playing

pong. Tim, you don't understand.

Two pings and a pong. The pong is
undoubtedly Laura Lee.

Well, come on. What are we waiting for?
Let's go.

Looks like we got here just in time.

They're about to break camp.

Yeah, but how are we going to stop them?
They've got guns, we haven't. The odds

are slightly uneven, I admit.

However, they'll just have to suffer the
consequences.

Uncle Martin, aren't you a little mixed
up? I said that they have the guns. Only

guns. We have far greater weapons to
turn against them.

Their own minds.

What are you going to do, mow them down
with a headache?

Most of them.

A well -aimed shot of delusionary
illusion should send them running.

Theotium is a much greater destructive
force than gunpowder.

Now, let's see.

I should have something in my historical
motion picture bank to turn against

them. Something that I could project.

Yes, of course.

You sure must have some crazy shooting
galleries back home.

My, what in the world made them run off
like that?

What in the world, indeed. I'm afraid
that'll always be a mystery, Laura Lee.

Uncle Martin.

Uncle Martin, you are a genius. They
took off so fast they didn't even take

map.

Say, Uncle Martin, do you have any more
movies in that mental motion picture

bank of yours? Yes, yes.

Yeah, well, then you have some westerns
with Indians in them, don't you? Yes.

Well, turn it off, will you, please?
What are you talking about? It is off.

It is?

Yes.

Well, then, take a look what's on the
live stage.

Well, I don't dig the lyric, but I have
a funny feeling they're playing our

song. Yes, they are.

Our swan song.

What? You mean you speak their language?

Just enough to get by on.

I'm really much better at Comanche.
Well, do something. Tell them we're

Tim, these are Yuma Indians, one of the
most treacherous tribes in the West.

They aren't interested in developing
their social life.

There's got to be something you can do.

Our only chance is for me to get out
there and convince the medicine man to

us go.

Oh, well, just how do you intend to do
that?

Hmm, by following the ancient adage I
started a long time ago.

If you can't lick them, join them.

Hey,

what about me?

I'm afraid you'll have to stay here for
a while, Tim.

I've got to go this alone.

Well, look who's here.

Oh, Harold.

So the Indians got you, too.

Oh, Marshall, you have a remarkable
sense of observation.

And they got a woman prisoner, too.

Say, where's your partner?

Who are you, Uncle Martin?

Well, he... Managed to get away and save
his own skin.

Figured him to be a coward.

I didn't... Marshal, they say the talk
is cheap.

You must get yours wholesale.

What are you doing in that getup?

Playing the great warrior Spirit.

Come down in person to get his
sacrifices.

Golden hair.

Hangs nice from Spirit's belt.

Oh, go on with you. I bet you tell that
to all the squad.

I'll take all three of them.

But what of other pill face who ran
away?

You wait.

We catch.

Forget him.

Well, they're not marching me out to get
scalped.

Not without a fight, anyway.

Yeah.

Well,

you did it this time, Brennan. And I
almost had us out of here.

This is no time for a question and
answer period.

Take Laura Lee and two of those horses
and head for Fort Yuma.

Tim and I will try to decoy them here.
You stay here, Tim.

That should freeze them temporarily.

How temporarily?

In this heat? They could thaw out in no
time at all. Come on.

You think we lost them?

I think so.

Our best chance is to make it to the
CCTVS before anyone makes it to us.

but what about Brennan and Loralee? She
should be in Yuma by now. And I hope

we've lost Brennan as easily as we did
those Indians.

Don't worry, Marshal. We'll see that
Miss Glutz reaches her destination

Fine. Now, there's only one more request
I have, Colonel. I'd like a detail of

your men to help me bring in my
prisoners, if the Indians didn't get

Oh, but, William, they helped us to
escape.

Now, Laura Lee, a lawman's job isn't
always a pleasant one, but it has to be

done. Marshal, my men are at your
disposal.

Are you sure that this is where Mrs.
Brown's house is supposed to be? Of

I'm sure. Right over there is Wilshire
Boulevard, and that's Sunset Boulevard

that way. That should make this the
Hancock Park area.

Of course.

How silly of me.

Uh -oh. Uh -oh, Tim. We're getting
company.

Look.

Holy cow! They must have picked up a lot
of friends on the way. If you think

that's something, look over there.

Uncle Martin, what are we going to do?

Find that CCTVS and fast.

This won't hold for long.

Here it is. Hurry.

Well, it looks all right.

I just hope the elements haven't
corroded any of the plots. Uncle Martin,

is no time to test it.

Here they come again.

All right, cross your fingers, Tim, and
ball my eyes.

I'm the warden.

I'm the warden? I'm right here, Tim.

What happened? Did we make it?

If we can clear this smoke away, I think
we're home.

Yes, but I'm afraid the CCTVS is a bit
worn.

The corrosion of some of its parts from
overexposure has caused quite a bit of

short -circuiting. That's too bad.

Can you repair it?

Yes, it'll take some time, but I can do
it. Well, the important thing is we're

both back. We're safe and sound.

Boy,

this food looks pretty, uh, ugh.

Like a hot shower, you know? Hey, what
say you barbecue a couple of king -sized

steaks? Good, good idea. I'll get them
out of the freezer right this minute.

How long do you think it'll take to fix
that time machine?

Oh, it'll take a couple of weeks, give
or take a day or so.

Well, then I suggest you set another
place at the table.

Medium.