All language subtitles for my_favorite_martian_s03e10_girl_in_the_flying_machine

Tim, wake up. This is important.

Tim, I was up in the hills working on my
ship when the magnetic device

overcharged. Call an autocompa.

Tim.

What's... Where have you been? Have you
been up all night?

Unfortunately, yes.

Now, there's something I've got to
explain to you right quick. No, wait,

wait. There's something I've got to
explain to you.

This is Saturday.

Now, don't wake me up until Sunday.

Next Sunday.

Tim, Tim.

Tim, this is no time for levity.

Come here, I want to show you something.

We are in trouble.

What kind of trouble?

Tracking stations across the world have
just confirmed the disappearance of the

Slobodian Astroship, which was orbited
into space yesterday.

The ship and its woman pilot vanished
abruptly from the radar screen somewhere

over the North American continent.

Stay tuned for further developments.

Uncle Martin, would you mind answering a
couple of questions?

If I can.

I'm not exactly losing self -confidence
at the moment.

Permitting my magnetic device to
overcharge and pull her ship out of the

stratosphere was sheer carelessness,
Tim. Well, yeah.

But, well, how come she wasn't hurt when
her spaceship crashed?

I activated a small anti -gravity field
in time to cushion the shock.

Zelda was knocked out. Hold it!

Her name?

Is Zelda?

No, but I don't think we should even
whisper her right name, Tim. This entire

incident must be kept under wraps. Well,
I can understand that.

But why Zelda?

She reminds me of a girl back home.

Oh. Well, if I had a girl like that back
home, I'd never leave.

Sorry, I did. This entire incident never
would have happened.

See what she's doing now.

She's sleeping.

Is she ever a dream?

Why don't we have astronauts that look
like that?

They're not girls. Good point.

What happened to her space suit?

She's wearing it.

I reassembled its molecular structure
while she was unconscious.

I also cleared her memory and put it on
here.

What?

Her memories on this?

Recorded on Martian tape.

How about that?

No, no, no, no, Tim.

You play that and you'll acquire Zelda's
memory.

It only has to be heard to be absorbed.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Well, then she doesn't remember
anything.

Well, I wouldn't go that far.

Certain subconscious memories and
attitudes always remain that can be

by the proper stimuli.

Well, let's hope she doesn't get
stimulated.

Well, if she doesn't remember, just who
does she think she is?

My niece.

Your what?

I had to concoct something, Tim.

I told Zelda she ran away from home
after an emotional quarrel with her

boyfriend. And that she was on her way
here when she had a car accident.

Which caused amnesia. And she believes
you? Why not? Her mind's a blank.

So is mine. What do we do?

Well, there's one thing I can't do.

And that is to go to your space agency
and say, Look, fellas, I happen to be a

Martian. And I was fiddling around with
my magnetic device.

Forget it.

On the other hand...

I can't allow your government to take
the responsibility either.

Well, all we can do then is keep Zelda
here and repair her spaceship and you

get her back reorbited. No, no, Tim.

We can't keep her here in this
apartment.

Why not?

She's a girl.

But I'd be delighted to have Zelda stay
with me.

Bye. We're strangers.

Uh, your niece isn't Irish?

Uh, only on her father's side. My
brother met Zelda's mother in Transvania

settled there.

Transvania? I don't believe I... Well,
that's just a little place, Mrs. Brown.

You see, you take a right turn at
Luxembourg and a left turn at

And you come to Transvania, a country
famous for its... cheese.

And its beautiful women.

Oh, what a charming thing to say to him.
Isn't it? His foolishness.

Why don't you bring down Zelda's luggage
and I'll get her settled?

She doesn't have any luggage. I'm afraid
Zelda's luggage was destroyed in the

accident. Oh, you poor dear.

Well, I'll lend you some of my things.

Why? You don't know me. Oh, heavens, I
do the same for anyone.

Now come along and I'll show you your
room.

You're in good hands.

Don't be nervous, dear.

I am never nervous.

Well, neither am I.

Well, now, isn't it lovely that we have
so much in common?

Come along, dear.

George. George?

Who's George? First President, United
States.

Why I say that?

Because you're clever as well as pretty.

But I meant my nephew, George. He's
coming to visit.

Oh, I suppose I could put him on the
sofa.

Sure. Kids don't mind roughing it.

Oh, goodness, he's as old as you are,
Tim.

And almost as handsome.

Why should he rough it, then?

Why doesn't he stay in my place?

Well, now, aren't you thoughtful?

And I'll fix a lovely dinner for all of
us tonight.

What would you like, dear?

Krupliches.

With sweet sauce.

Well? How do I look, Uncle Martin?

Like a man with romantic ideas.

You read my mind. I didn't have to. It's
obvious.

Are you forgetting Zelda is a Slobodian
astropilot, Tim? No, but she's a girl.

Oh, boy.

Is she a girl?

She is an efficient, dedicated
representative of her country's race for

supremacy.

I doubt if there's any place in her life
for romance.

But she's also human.

And so am I.

We're much more advanced on Mars.

Where I come from, computers decide if a
man and woman are compatible.

Oh. Well, personally, I prefer the old
-fashioned way.

Don't get emotionally involved, Tim.

You and Zelda are completely different.

Vive la différence.

I was referring, among other things, to
the fact that you're trusting and she's

suspicious.

And she's cold as ice, Tim. All right.

But ice can be melting, Uncle Martin.

Well, then consider the political
ramifications.

I don't want to vote for her. I just
want to take her dancing.

Will you be sensible, Tim?

I'll have Zelda's ship repaired and have
her out of here in 24 hours.

24 hours? Do you have to be such an
eager beaver?

There's a world crisis at stake.

And what do you think will happen to
future Mars -Earth relations if it gets

that a Martian pulled that ship out of
the sky?

I don't know.

Maybe they won't let Mars into the UN.

To say the least.

Besides, you've only spent a few hours
with Zelda.

You must admit she didn't encourage you,
Tim.

True, but Rome wasn't built in a day.

And you've only got a day.

24 hours, Tim, and she's out of your
life.

24 hours.

Well, we're going to get parts for
Zelda's spaceship.

From my ship.

But you can't. That'll delay your trip
indefinitely back to Mars.

That's right.

You're very unselfish, Uncle Morton.

Yeah.

It's the way my mother raised me.

Well, I guess mothers are the same all
over.

And if that's true, so is love.

With or without computers.

The girls are on their way up.

I'd better change.

I couldn't wait to have you see how
pretty Zelda looks. Oh?

Like wow.

It's good.

Like wow.

is great.

I think about it.

What is this?

X over decimeter?

Uncle Martin!

You see, Uncle Martin is a... Well, he's
an inventor.

He, uh... He dibbles.

He dibbles.

Pressure factor.

Oh, I know. It's a new pressure cooker.

I never cook.

Well, I'm going to teach you. A good
cook makes a good wife.

Oh, dinner is at seven, so don't dawdle.
George is already here.

Who's George?

Washington, first president of the
United States.

George has been working on her for two
hours and not all in the name of science

either.

Jealousy is a human failing, Tim. I
happen to be human.

You certainly were gone a long time.

I'm a Martian, not a magician, Tim.

Repairing a spaceship isn't like putting
a washer on a leaky faucet.

Well, what are you going in here for?

A washer.

Our ship's got a leaky faucet.

Don't you think it's more important to
find out what George is doing first?

You're right.

George may go too far. If he went to
Zanzibar, it wouldn't be far enough as

as I'm concerned.

Oh, by the way, there was another
bulletin. The CIA announced that the

for Zelda's spaceship is going to be
narrowed down to a specific area just as

soon as all the data is coordinated.

Did they say how soon that would be?

Midnight tonight.

Great galloping galaxies, Tim.

That means I have to get Zelda airborne
in less than 12 hours. Well, if you

expect me to say hooray, forget it.

Be very quiet. George is working with
Zelda.

I'll bet.

George is giving her the visual
association test.

And what does that card bring to mind?

It's a train.

Trains is too slow.

Systems green.

Okay. Go, go.

Okay or go, go. It's a new discotheque.
I never heard of it. Then why don't you

go?

Let's see if this brings anything back.

It's a pussycat.

A pussycat?

You poor dear.

Maybe there's a pussycat inside the
ship.

If all goes well.

I'll have Zelda's ship ready to blast
off in a couple of hours. Did you see

way he looked at her?

That's the least of our problems, Tim.
Not to me.

We don't know what George will come up
with that might trigger her memory.

He's a real danger, Tim. He is a wolf in
psychologist's clothing. Put your

personal feelings aside, Tim. The
immediate problem is for you to keep

away from Zelda until I return.

But I thought you didn't want me to get
involved with her.

Ah, yes.

But this involvement would be... In the
cause of world peace.

Well, in that case, I can't wait to get
involved.

Well, don't get carried away.

Now, I'll leave the tape recorder here.

Just don't let me forget it tonight.

I have her conscious memory here, Tim.

But Zelda still has her subconscious
inside her. So whatever you do, don't

George hypnotize her.

You underestimate the old master.

He won't get near her.

You're tired.

Very tired.

You're going to sleep.

Sleep.

You're floating.

Floating.

Floating. What do you see?

Emptiness.

Stillness. Greetings.

I almost had Zelda under O 'Hara. Oh,
sorry.

For me?

Why? Well, I've always felt that
beautiful ladies should have beautiful

They usually aren't picked out of a
flower box.

It's not important.

It's nice thought.

Thank you. You're welcome.

Hey, that's a pretty square beat, isn't
it, George?

Look.

Anything better to do, O 'Hara? Nope,
you ought to try this. It's very

He's dancing.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

He's interesting.

Uh, we have work to do, Zelda.

Later.

He's good, Hamburger.

Want another one?

I have already, too.

What do you do after your college?

Well, I, uh... I went to work for a
newspaper.

You can tell me so much of yourself.

And I can tell you nothing of me.

Well, I happen to know all I need to
know about you, Zelda. No, it's not what

mean.

I do not know what I am myself inside
me.

I think I go let George hypnotize me.

No. Why you say so?

Well... I guess, to be perfectly honest
about it, I'm afraid that if you find

your past, there won't be any place in
your present for me.

It's strange how I feel.

Like what?

Like I am myself, yet not.

I want to know about myself, yet not.

What do you think is the matter with me?

I don't know.

But I hope it's the same thing that's
the matter with me.

You think for me, you are like Val?

I hope so.

Well, now, don't you two look cozy.

Oh, I baked some brownies for Martin.
I'll just leave them upstairs.

George is sulking. He says he's going
back to the Institute tonight.

I'll miss him. Well, I won't. It's
childish for him to be upset because

won't let him work on her all the time.
There are other things in life besides

psychiatry.

Oh, how cute.

It's one of those transistors something
or others. I wonder how you turn it on.

Hydrazine fuel.

Nitrogen tetroxide combustion.

Orbital certitude maneuvering systems.
Okay. Go, go, go.

Tim.

Did you turn this on?

Why would I do a thing like that?

Well, the tape's been played, and
whoever played it now has Zelda's

Hydrazine fuel.

Nitrogen tetroxide combustion.

Maybe you'd better lie down for a while,
Auntie.

Whatever for? I have to fix dinner.

We have croupletures mit sweet sauce.

Shades of Sigmund Freud.

Would you keep an eye on her, please?

I don't know what's come over, Auntie.
She walked in here a little while ago

said she was a Slavodian astropilot.

Where is my ship?

We're looking for it, Auntie.

Is something lost?

I've seen split personalities before,
but this is ridiculous.

How many orbits I make?

More than anyone else.

Long live Slavodia.

I've got to get her to the Institute.

Dr. Mayling, my superior, is an
authority on this kind of thing. I

Excuse me.

Boy, is she mixed up.

You would be, too, if you had Zelda's
memory as well as your own.

We can't let George take her to the
Institute, Uncle Martin. I know that. If

goes, so does Zelda's memory.

Besides, Mrs. Brown doesn't belong in an
institute.

She...

One part of her says she'll go, and the
other part says, whatever for?

Well, I vote for whatever for.

That's just about what I'd expect from
you, O 'Hara.

Why not have Dr.

Maryland come here?

He's past 70. I can't ask him to do all
this driving at night.

Well, then go get him.

Then on the way back, you can explain
the whole situation.

I don't think that's practical.

She wants to make phone calls to the
Bodian Embassy.

Don't let her. I'll go get the doctor.

George.

What is it, O 'Hara?

I thought you'd like to say goodbye to
Zelda.

She won't be here when you return.

What nonsense. Where would you be going?
Yes, where?

Home.

I made arrangements this afternoon.

You want me to go?

I think it's a mistake to send her away.
I can help Zelda.

Are you familiar with the theory of
confrontation, George?

I can't say I am. Well, I made a study
of it while I was visiting a world

-famous analyst in Vienna.

Are you putting me on, O 'Hara?

There's a lot of things about him that
you'll never know.

The theory of confrontation is effective
in amnesia cases.

And I think it will work with Zelda.

How? You were running away from an
unpleasant situation, my dear.

The car accident only triggered your
amnesia.

Actually, you wanted to forget
everything that had happened.

Is it true?

I think that if you go home, face your
problem, and resolve it, your memory

return.

Zelda.

You want me to go?

No.

But how can you stay unless you know
what you want?

And how can you know what you want
unless you know yourself?

Now, you're going to have to go back and
find yourself, Zelda.

I'm proud of you, Tim.

I'm not sure I agree, but it is big of
you.

Line is busy.

I call President United States.

How long will they stay frozen, Uncle
Martin?

Until I defrost them.

Now, take Zelda out of the car and keep
the motor running.

I'll call the Institute and leave word
for George that his aunt's pulled out of

it. But she hasn't. She will. Now get
going, Tim. Time is of the essence.

Hold it.

She'll need her space suit.

I saw it.

But I don't believe it.

Systems green.

Okay.

Go, go, go.

I am lucky you are such a good
scientist.

Not as good as I thought, I'm afraid.

But you fixed my ship.

I will tell the whole world what you
did.

It would be better if you didn't. But
why?

You are a hero.

And you explained it for accident.

Well, I'm not sure that would be
believed.

What I did could be misunderstood.

Could be taken for an act of aggression.

Yes.

It's sad.

People should trust more.

I see nothing.

Only that I was caught in a great cosmic
storm and was helpless without

instruments until the storm passed.

I hope they believe you.

Will it be more hard to believe than
that strangers in a strange land were so

kind to me?

From up there, we see how small is this
planet and how foolish not to be

friends.

Goodbye.

Thank you.

Like vow.

Piradotsky.

Oh, Martin.

You're turning green.

I can't help it. I come from a family of
blushers.

There she comes.

Yeah.

What does that mean, Uncle Art?

Farewell until we meet in heaven.

Oh.

Well, I guess you've got a much better
chance of seeing her up there than I

have.

You've got a pretty good chance, too,
Tim.

Only you won't need a spaceship.

It's quite a story, Uncle Martin.

I know you'll miss her, but you'll get
over it, Tim.

I'll have to.

It's pretty hard to court a girl who's
up in the air all the time.

There'll be other girls, Tim.

I suppose so, but... It'll be pretty
hard to get over Zelda.

Everywhere I look, I see her face.

Oh, I'll get it.

It's the cleaning one.

This is Mrs. Gallop.

You're beautiful.

You're nuts.