All language subtitles for my_favorite_martian_s02e23_gone_but_not_forgotten

Oh, boy.

Too much topspin, Tim. My head would
never have gone over the net. I wish you

would tell me when you're going to work
on your invisibility mechanism. What is

this, a 5 ,000 -mile check?

No, I'm realigning the invisiflex. Oh?

Is that the invisiflex?

Watch it.

Hey, that racket cost me 15 bucks.

Only a temporary loss.

As soon as the molecules re -phase
themselves, it will reappear. Oh.

Oh, I see.

InvisiFlex makes things invisible.

Good deduction.

You get A in logic, C minus in timing.

Now, why don't you run along to your
match, huh?

Huh? What? With an invisible tunic, I
guess?

I'm sorry about that. I'll just go.

Hey, look at that.

You left a dime in your toolbox.

Tim, that's not a dime. And will you
please put it back carefully?

Oh? What is it? Some sort of a lucky
coin? It's the most valuable thing I

It's my Martian identity disk.

Oh, your dog tag.

Exactly. Without it, I might as well go
into orbit and stay there.

That's my identification, my space
vehicle license, and my emergency

signal.

Emergency distress signal. It houses a
complete microscopic sound tape.

When its owner's life is in danger, it
goes off and calls for help.

Now, will you please put it away?

Oh, sure.

Sorry, now how is that?

I'm sorry, did you hurt yourself?

Stupid as Saturn, Pluto, E equals MC
squared.

Don't worry about that. My identity
disk.

Where's my identity disk?

I've got a splinter of Invisaflex in my
finger.

Here, look.

Here's your toolbox and here are all
your tools.

Yeah, it's all over the floor.

Hold everything, Tim.

Hold everything. It never pays to panic.
Now let's sit down and think this over.

Now, now, just as long as I don't touch
anything with this finger.

and your invisible tennis racket.

You and your invisible couch.

Any luck?

No, I'm afraid nothing I tried got that
invisiflex out of my finger.

Conclusion verified.

Q -E -D.

Q -E -D, and there goes my favorite
painting.

How about tweezers in that finger?

Well, I tried that, too.

We now have two invisible tweezers and a
bottle of invisible iodine.

Oh, Ken, Ken, run along for your tennis.

I can find that identity disc.

No. It was my fault that you lost it in
the first place. No, no, Tim. It was my

fault. Sometimes I forget what a strain
it is having a Martian around in your

house. Somebody who pops on and off like
an electric light.

Keeps a spaceship down in your garage.

Makes your furniture disappear.

Oh, don't be silly, Uncle Martin.

No, no. You've done your share for
interplanetary relations.

After I find my identity tag, I'll move
out and give you a vacation.

Oh, now, will you stop talking like
that? What do you mean?

Look, as far as I'm concerned, you are
my uncle.

Oh, I'll admit that having a Martian
around isn't easy.

But on the other hand, it has its good
points.

It's been very educational.

So let's not have any more talk about
moving, okay?

Well, thank you, Tim.

Someday I'll make it all up to you.

Ah, ah, ah, if you don't mind.

It got water on the brain, too.

Not at all.

You try, Tim.

Hitting myself in the head?

That's a scientific experiment. Come on,
Tim. Come on. Come on. It's important.

Oh, well, all right. How hard? I mean,
would you like me to give myself a nice

mild headache or knock myself
unconscious?

Oh, boy.

Uncle Martin, you're right.

Remarkable phenomenon, isn't it?

Yes.

It's painful, too.

The invisible objects are still in the
room, Tim. The only reason we don't see

them is because their molecules are
vibrating 90 degrees out of phase.

By hitting your head, you vibrate your
retina the same 90 degrees.

Well,

it vibrates more than my retina. And it
hurts right down to my toe.

Uncle Martin.

I found it. Where? I found it. Your dog
tag.

Where?

Over there. Where?

That's it.

Yeah. Yeah, that's it.

Now, a little more to the left.

Oh. Oh, there it is.

No, no, no.

I lost it. Well, there. A little more to
the left. More left.

That's it, Uncle Martin.

Well, there it is.

I lost it.

There, a little more to the left.

Maybe if I give myself a real good
clock, I... Mr. Brown!

Uh,

uh, I bet you wonder what I'm doing,
don't you? Yes. Well, what I'm doing is

Uncle Martin asked me to show him a
dance. A dance? Yes, the swim, and I'm

showing him how to do the swim.

Not exactly, Mrs. Brown. It sort of goes
like this. First you get the hips

going, see? Then you get the arms going
like this, right? And then you knock the

water.

Oh,

is that cute?

Oh, do you remember the Big Apple? Oh,
when I was a girl, it was very popular.

First you sort of start like this. Well,
maybe some other time.

Mrs. Brown, you see, to have it
reupholstered. New springs and

and it's at the shop.

Bower's upholstery? That's right, and
the desk is being done, too.

That's funny.

Mr. Bower's on vacation, and his shop is
closed.

Oh, well, yes, I didn't want to worry
you, Mrs. Brown, but what it was, was

burglars.

It's simply criminal.

Now, why would they take that heavy old
desk and couch and leave that brand new

TV set and that floor lamp?

Well, you can't expect burglars to have
taste, Laurel.

Yes, I guess you're right.

Well, I'd better notify the police right
away.

Oh, here, have some brownies. It'll
cheer you up.

Detective Brennan goes to lunch early on
Saturday, and I think it's nice to

always give your friends the business.

Don't you, Tim?

Oh, yes.

Oh, these are delicious,

Mrs. Brown.

Thank you, Tim.

All right, okay, all right. Don't tell
me, don't tell me. I never should have

mentioned burglars in the first place.
Well, I couldn't think of anything else.

Well, I tried to send you a message by
mental telepathy, but as usual, your

was busy.

However, I did find... my identity tag.

Oh, that's just beautiful.

Except that I can't see it.

How long will all these things stay
invisible?

Well, depending on the molecular
distortion, it could be an hour, a day,

month. Oh, that's just great.

And the police are arriving in ten
minutes. I can just see myself trying to

explain to Detective Brennan why he
smashed his shin on a couch that isn't

there. Right.

Let's get it out of here.

Come on, come on, come on, help me.

I think by making this couch invisible,
it became heavier.

Can't you just levitate it down the
stairs?

I can't levitate anything unless I can
see it.

Oh, okay.

Secular position.

I'm thinking.

Oh, my goodness.

Well, the way you're all stooped over
like that, you must have a terrible

on your mind.

Yeah.

Call it heavy thinking.

That means we've been thinking about the
burglars. Oh, yes.

Did they lower the couch from the
window, or were they able to carry it

this way?

So Tim and I are pretending to carry
a...

down the stairs just to see if it's
possible.

a roast in the oven, don't you?

Yes. A lamb. Why?

I think that that roast is burning, Mrs.
Brown.

Oh, dear.

We've got to get the couch in the
garage.

There's no time, Tim. We still have the
desk and the table to bring down. Now,

here. Let's drag this against the fence
and we'll hope for the best. Oh, good. I

was the best hoper for the best in the
ninth grade.

Yes.

Yes. Good thinking.

Morning, O 'Hara.

Morning, Lieutenant.

What's the matter? You two look
exhausted.

Oh, well, that's because they've been
thinking too hard, trying to puzzle out

this burglary.

What exactly was taken?

Well, a couch, a chair, a table, my
desk. Oh, yes.

And my favorite picture.

Picture valuable?

Furniture, antiques? Oh, no, no.

It was from the dime store, and it was
just an ordinary green couch and a

desk and a plain old chair.

You mean something like those down
there?

Oh, but they've come back.

What do you know?

But they weren't there a moment ago.

Of course they were, Laura Lee.

This is what psychologists call precept
bias.

Our thoughts were so concentrated on
what we would find up there that we

even think to look down there.

Correct, Mr. O 'Hara?

Lieutenant Brennan, I wouldn't dare set
my opinion against... yours.

That's the green couch, all right.

And it's amazing how accurate your
theory was, Martin. Look, that's where

tore the fabric with the nail.

But why would they take it in the first
place and then bring it back?

I'll tell you why.

I'm operating on the theory the burglars
weren't after the furniture. They were

seeking something valuable hidden inside
the furniture.

Well, as much as I dislike opposing the
views of a representative of law and

order, Mr. Brennan, I must point out
that neither Tim nor I possessed

which a burglar might consider valuable.

Yes, yes, that's right, Lieutenant.

So why don't we just forget the whole
thing, and if they come back, Uncle

and I will take care of them.

If you don't mind, O 'Hara, I shall do
my job as I see fit.

Fine, but...

I don't think my coat will fit you.

Your coat?

My coat, Mr. Brown.

Well, now, isn't that interesting?

Perhaps you can explain this and this
and

this. All tools of the jewelry trade.

Perhaps you've been fencing a little on
the side of... We never saw those before

in our life, did we, Uncle Morty?

Well, in that case, I shall have to take
the coat down to headquarters and check

it out for further clues.

Hello. What's new?

Oh, just a dime.

Loralee, since you're the property
owner, I shall need from you a complete

of all missing items.

Uncle Martin, you send that dog tag of
yours, gives off an emergency distress

signal?

What does it say?

Help.

We wish to see Detective Lieutenant
Brennan, Martin, and Tim O 'Hara.

Official business?

Yes. It's about a coat he's holding for
evidence.

Have a seat over there, and I'll call
Lieutenant Brennan.

You gentlemen don't recognize me, do
you?

No, sir, I'm afraid we don't. I am
Gerald Wally, the actor.

That's Gerald Wally, the actor.

An honor, Mr. Wally.

Perhaps you witnessed my performance in
King Tut Walks Again.

I was the mummy?

You also appeared in a small production
entitled Busting Up Jack's Bar and

Grill. That was a misunderstanding, sir.
I was merely celebrating my latest

epic. Here you are, O 'Hara. Apparently
it is your coat. Although I wasn't

certain you'd want it, I thought perhaps
I ought to turn it back into the

Salvation Mission.

Lieutenant, I demand to know why I'm
being detained.

You are being detained until the extent
of damages is determined.

Now you sit down there until we can get
to you.

Run! Wait!

That coin.

I believe it came out of my pocket.

Come now, O 'Hara. Let's not quibble
over a dime.

It's worth ten cents to have your coat
guarded by the entire police department.

We are all victims of a police state.

Here, O 'Hara, take it. I had no idea
you were in such desperate straits.

Uh, no, thank you very much, Mr.
Brennan. Be my guest.

After all, it's only a dime.

Your munificence overwhelms me, O 'Hara.

Let me take the coin out the way it went
in.

Too many safety holding devices.

The only way I can get it out is through
the change slot.

Oh, that's tricky.

You are going to jimmy a coin box in a
police station?

That is the lesser of my worries, Tim.

The emergency distress signal may go off
at any minute.

I thought you said that thing only
sounded off when your life was in

The disc is only a mechanism.

It has no way of knowing it's inside a
cold drink machine.

It calculates that it is me, slowly
freezing to death.

How could you be slowly freezing to
death when we are in so much hot water?

Will you kindly forego the quips for a
moment?

Now, give me all your change.

Now, you get over there and keep the
good sergeant distracted.

Go, go, go, go, go.

Do you know what go means?

We're down with oppression.

Look, I have a great idea.

Why don't we just slowly walk out of
here and catch the first rocket to Mars?

I don't think that will be necessary.

I have an idea.

I'm going to make Detective Brennan
think the voice coming from my coin is

Wally trying out a new role.

What's the matter, Sergeant? Can't you
handle your job?

I am a Martian.

I am a Martian. No, no, no, no. Now
speak the speech, I pray you, as I

pronounced it to you trippingly on the
tongue. Once again.

I am a Martian.

Very good, Mr. Wally. You're perfect for
the part. Now try the next line.

I am friendly.

They've gone off their rockers.

Oh, Harold.

This is a police station, not a
rehearsal hall.

Why, Mr. Brennan, I was merely trying to
be helpful.

I happen to know of a new television
series featuring a Martian. Mr. Wally

would be ideal for the part.

I am a Martian.

I am friendly.

Oh, bravo. That was marvelous, Mr.
Wally. All right, knock it off.

O 'Hara, you're up to something.

What is it? Sergeant Leffler reports
that you've been operating this vending

machine continuously.

Why? Well, perhaps I was very, very
thirsty.

Yes, we were all thirsty, especially Mr.
Wally. He was rehearsing.

Think of it, O 'Hara.

You were uncommonly disturbed about a
dime I put in there.

Or was it a dime?

Was it really something more valuable
than a mere dime?

Of course it was a dime.

What else could it have been?

I am a Martian.

I am friendly.

Congratulations, Mr. Wally.

You failed to mention you were also a
ventriloquist. And, uh, I might add, a

superb one.

I am not a ventriloquist, sir.

Nor am I a Martian.

But there is a Martian representative
among us.

And I have recognized him.

All right, Wally.

Suppose you tell us who is the Martian
among us.

He.

I am a Martian.

I know you are, friend. I knew you
fellows would come someday.

I didn't think you'd look like this.

I am friendly.

I'm friendly, too.

We're all friendly.

Welcome to Earth.

Remarkable performance.

He's playing both parts at once, and I
defy anyone to detect lip movement.

That does it.

I'm ringing the curtain down on this
performance as of now.

As for you two, kindly remove yourselves
from the premises, or so help me, I'll

find some reason to keep you here
indefinitely, behind bars.

Lieutenant, a Martian. Consider what
this will do to interplanetary

I am not concerned with interplanetary
relations. I am concerned with running a

taut police station.

I had hoped...

That I would not have to go to extremes.

Nobody purchases that money. That money
is the sole property of the Vanellas

Association. You tell the tenant, look,
a slug. Yes, sir, a slug. Why, that's

cheating the Vanellas Association.

Oh, Harold.

What are you trying to get away with?

Nothing, Mr. Brennan.

As you can see.

Nothing.

I still think you're up to something.

Let me admonish you. In the words of Ben
Johnson, they that know no evil will

suspect none.

What a day, Tim.

I never thought I'd get my identity disc
back.

How much was Mr. Wally's fine?

$25. We owed him a great deal more than
that.

When he tried to shake your hand, he
nearly got more than that.

You think that guy's just going to
settle the business about the

Well, I hope so.

Since I haven't been able to extract the
flex from my finger, I'm trying to

neutralize it by reversing the polarity.

Well, here goes.

I think when you reverse the polarity,
you put in too much reverse.

What are we gonna do now?

I don't know what you're talking about,
Tim.

Everything looks okay to me.