All language subtitles for night_court_s06e17_strange_bedfellows

I'm telling you, boss, this was your
best campaign appearance yet.

Yeah, great.

How many American Indian voters are
there in my district? Three?

Every vote counts, Dan, and we only have
two days until the election.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, but do I want to win
an election if I have to demean ethnic

minorities and publicly humiliate
myself? Do I want to sacrifice my

a lousy seat in the state assembly?

Of course I do. What am I saying?

There must be some mistake.

Would you check again, please?

My name is Harry Stode.

No, not Stode.

Stode.

Yes, I'll hold.

Well, how's your flu doing, sir? Are you
feeling any better?

But...

Oh, yeah, that phlegm is loosening up
nicely.

But I have a standing order for every
Bell Torbay concert.

I want my seats.

Yeah, you too, buddy.

I can't believe it, Mac.

I'm going to miss seeing my main band,
Bell.

Oh, come on, sir.

you probably wouldn't enjoy the concert
anyway. I mean, you look like something

real mean dogs gotta hold up.

Well, sure, I do now, but I've got 48
hours to get better.

After all, back, we're talking about
Bell Torbay.

Okay, come on. His office is just down
here.

Yes, I remember it well.

Oh, yeah, things did get a tad
unpleasant for you last time you were

didn't they? Yeah, well, let me ask you
a question. Did you ever spend a whole

evening in handcuffs?

No, just keeping the bedroom lights on
is kinky enough.

Anyway, I can't wait to see his face
when you walk in here.

Come in.

Uh, sir?

I think I know someone who has a pair of
Mel Torme tickets they'd be willing to

part with. You do?

Who?

Me! Surprise!

There you go, Your Honor, with my
compliments.

dry clean

Miss LaCava, have you ever heard the old
saying, you can't buy happiness?

Well, it turns out you can't sell it
either.

We'll make that $49 .95 and time served.

And let's treat ourselves to a tent
here, folks.

Yes, sir, I'd like to remind everybody
that today is the big day.

Yeah, but if you don't already have your
Mel Torme tickets, you might as well

forget about it.

Talking about the runoff election?

Oh, yeah, that too.

Hey, good luck to you, Dan.

Thank you, mi amigo grande.

And I want to let you know I didn't vote
for you just because you're a friend of

mine. Thank you.

In fact, I didn't vote for you at all.

You voted for Joan Hopson, the Wicked
Witch of the West Side?

I hope you don't think any less of me.

Paul, that isn't possible.

What a guy.

Oh, Ross,

you look sensational.

I love that new little poofy thing
you're doing with your hair.

How do you do that?

I smash beer cans on my head.

Well, Dan, it's up to the voters now.

I've done all I can possibly do for you.

Is that so?

I don't recall you helping raise
campaign funds by selling any of your

That's not quite true.

Oh, yeah, big deal. One spleen.

Oh, sorry.

Oh, my gosh, you're... You!

Yeah, I get that a lot.

Joan Hobson, candidate for state
assembly.

I knew that.

I'm Christine Sullivan. I work with Dan
Fielding.

You have my sympathy.

Oh, actually, Dad isn't that bad.

Yes, he is.

But then, of course, you know that.
Well, as a matter of fact, he keeps

to debate me, so I've never actually met
him.

Let this be my treat.

Oh, Dan, there's a lady here that would
like to meet you. Never laid a finger on

her. I wasn't even there.

Dan Fielding, meet Joan Hobson. What?

You're not nearly as repulsive as you
look in your campaign post.

You know, it's funny you should say
that, Dan, because in person, your hair

doesn't look that much like attic
insulation.

You're too kind.

You know what? I think if the citizens
cast their ballots strictly on the

candidate's physical attractiveness,
well, it's going to be real close again.

Well, if you'll excuse me, something's
come up.

My lunch.

Can I buy you a cup of coffee or
something?

No, thanks. I've got to run. I just
stopped by because my polling place is

downstairs. I suppose you voted for
yourself.

I thought it best.

Excuse me, Miss Hobson. Jack Brennan
with the Daily Journal. Yeah, Jack, what

can I do for you? I'd like a comment on
your opponent's remark that you have,

quote, the intellect of an earthworm.

Did you say that?

I don't recall.

You take it out of context. Sure, it
sounds uncomplimentary.

I'll go with no comment, Jack. The
campaign is over. Let's let the voters

between us. Yes, and may the best man
win.

Even if the best man is me, Dan?

Trust me, you'd make a really weird
-looking man.

Well, it was nice meeting you.

Uh, listen.

I never said so publicly, but I really
admired your stand on the deficit

reduction, and I like what you said
about sewage treatment, and you really

great, too.

We're on Earthworm?

Oh, that was just campaign rhetoric.

Oh, yeah. You sure you want to stay for
coffee, fish sticks? I'll buy.

Maybe some other time.

Listen, before you go, let me just say
that I'm glad I met you now, because if

met you before, I couldn't have possibly
said all those horrible things about

you.

take cream no sugar the polls have just
closed in the fielding hops and runoff

election so stay with us throughout the
evening for up to the minute reports if

by some chance dan wins anybody going to
his victory party heck yes in fact he

even asked me to bring something what's
that liquor for 300

Yes, sir, we better get going. The
concert starts in 18 minutes.

Oh, no, it doesn't.

Tonight's concert's been canceled.

Mel, what happened?

You happened.

You, you gave me all your germs, and
they made it inside me.

Gosh, Mel, I'm sorry, but if you feel
that bad, you ought to be home in bed.

What? And miss the chance to give them
all back?

be okay no thanks to you there are
corpses in better health than i am well

if you'll all excuse me yeah

right then you better call dan and tell
her we're gonna be late i wouldn't

bother he's probably so tense right now
he's ready to explode

Baby, call me a tool of the special
interests again.

I think he's awake.

How's he doing, Doc?

Well, he definitely has a nasty strain
of influenza.

He shouldn't be moving around right
away.

Would it be a problem if he stayed here
to rest for an hour or so?

Yes.

Just keep him as comfortable as
possible. Give him lots of liquids and

thing. Would you mind signing this for
my little boy?

Doctor, he's a very sick man.

Well, if it's too much trouble. No, no,
no. It's okay. I'll sign.

What's your son's name?

Oh, just put down to my pal.

Dr. Leonard Friedman.

By the way, uh, would you manage to get
the hospital gurney? From the morgue.

Don't worry.

I sponged it off first.

Hey, nothing's too good for Mel Torme.

Mel Torme?

I thought you were Dick Van Patten.

We can do for him? No, no, no, no. This
thing just has to run its course. But

bear in mind, he is highly contagious.

So no deep kisses, even if you beg.

Uh, listen, I... I gotta get out of
here. I just... No, no, no, no. Come on,

come on.

You heard what the doctor said. You
gotta stick around here for an hour or

Hey, turn up the TV. They got more
election news.

the early returns indicate that the
runoff between Hobson and Fielding for

vacant state assembly seat may go down
to the wire once again.

Joan Hobson, although a relative
political novice, has proven herself to

young woman of extraordinary ability.

You don't know the half of it, Tuck.

You're not so bad yourself, big boy.

You know what I don't get, Joan?

What?

I mean, how many months have we been at
each other's throats and here we wind up

in each other's arms?

Well, you know what they say.

Politics makes strange bedfellows.

Should be the hell out of shaking hands
with a bunch of sweaty factory workers,

don't you think?

Dan, I hope you know I don't do this all
the time.

I mean, hop into bed with someone.

Okay, neither do I.

Not this particular bed, anyway.

I don't know. I guess it must have been
your stand -on toxic waste that swept me

off my feet.

Actually, you have no idea how rare it
is to find a woman who can be this

passionate and comprehend complete
sentences.

That is absolutely untrue, Fielding.
There are millions of us.

Yeah, okay.

I guess the rarity is to find one with
me.

Well, maybe you shouldn't work so hard
at keeping people from getting close.

You know, the thing is that this is just
so different.

I mean, I never thought I could feel
this way about anyone.

Except myself.

Gee, that's flattering.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

What I'm trying to say is...

I don't know what I'm trying to say.

But you're wonderful.

It's getting late.

So? So, we each have a party to attend.

Not like this, you don't.

Come on, Dan, we really should get up.
Yeah, or... Or what?

Or we could just stay here and hold each
other a while longer.

Dan, I...

Okay,

Mel, the doctor said you had to drink
lots of fluids.

Which one's it gonna be?

Please, will you let me out of here?
This is humiliating.

Mel, you heard the doctor.

Now we can stay here all night if we
have to.

A fruity cooler.

One fruity cooler it is.

Oh, you take it back while I pay for it.

Excuse me.

Celebrity gurney coming through.

Please, no staring.

Just act as though this is not Mr.

Mel Tomei.

Over the river, through the woods, to
grandmother's house we go.

Let me just get this door.

Watch out, sisters!

Ooh, that's gonna be a tough spare.

And as we've noted, Joan Hompson seems
to be slowly but surely pulling away

Dan Fielding.

Poor Dan.

All those months of back -slapping and
boot -licking and... What does it all

mean?

That the system works.

Even so, I feel kind of sorry for Dan.

Yeah, I bet he's pretty sore right now.

So there on your screen, you can see the
latest numbers we have in the assembly

runoff, showing Hobson well in the lead.

Sweetheart, you're kicking my brains in.

Is it over?

Hey, you know, like Yogi says, it ain't
over till it's over.

It's over.

Our computer projection has declared
Joan Hopson the winner by a probable

of 1 ,800 votes.

Now, this is in contrast to... Well, let
me be the first to congratulate you on

your victory.

Thank you.

You deserve it, Joan. You'll make a
terrific assemblyman, person, thing.

I don't know what to say except...

That's it. The reserved approach is
good.

Nice going, lady.

Thanks.

Boy,

here it is, one of the happiest moments
of my life, and yet I can't help but

feel sad that things didn't work out for
you.

Hey, you know what they say.

Que sera, sera.

That's what I think of Spanish for.

I have a stab wound in my gut.

Dan.

This is a really lousy thing to have to
bring up at this particular moment, but

I really got to go.

There's a room full of people waiting
downstairs for me to give my victory

speech. Oh, that's right. Rub it in.

Please.

Some other time.

Yeah.

Okay, how about tomorrow night? My place
for dinner. I'll cook up a big batch of

humble pie.

I'm leaving for Albany tomorrow.

What? Remember, the legislature's
already in session.

Oh, yeah.

Right.

So, um... What do we do about

this?

I don't know. I didn't expect this to
happen.

Oh, yeah.

Me neither.

I know.

Why don't you quit your job and move to
Albany with me?

Yes. In the mornings, I can pack your
lunch and have coffee with the wives.

Dan, would you be serious?

I am serious.

Well, did it ever occur to you that they
may need experienced prosecutors up

there? Listen, Joan, if I'd have been
elected then, sure, I could maybe make

move. But if I'm going to stay a
prosecutor, I've got to do it here in

Manhattan. I've got 12 years of
seniorities, tons of connections.

I just got new business cards.

My whole life is here.

Then what do you suggest?

I don't know.

All I do know is... I don't want to stop

seeing you.

I know the feeling.

And I really do have to get down there.

I don't think that I can promise to be
faithful.

Nobody's asking you to.

Not yet, anyway.

Here.

Would you keep something for me?

What is it?

It is my old Girl Scout compass.

I carry it around for good luck.

Seems to work for you.

Well, you know, the thing about a
compass is it won't tell you where you

but it can tell you where you're going.

So remember, points north, in case you
ever want to find Albany.

Well, yeah, yeah, Doc.

Uh -huh. Yeah, we've been trying that,
but Mel doesn't seem to be able to keep

much down.

No. Huh?

Suppository?

Okay, that's it.

I'm out of here. No, Mel, you can't.
Yes, I can.

Let me go.

Stop it, you two.

Mel, the doctor said you had to lie
down. Now, come on. Will you get your

off me?

I'm sure your newspaper won't mind if
you just use one shot.

And I know the judge would love having a
keepsake of himself with his idol.

Say cheese!

I guess asking you to autograph it is
out of the question, huh?

Oh, Phil!

What are you doing?

Come on, Mel!

Back off!

I'm not afraid to use this.

Mel, give me the armadillo.

Don't come one step closer.

Oh, gosh, Mel.

I was hoping we could be buddies, you
and me.

Okay, okay, okay.

We can be buddies.

Oh, great.

If you sign a court order stipulating
that you'll never come anywhere near me

again.

Well, gee, Mel.

That doesn't sound like much of a
friendship.

Agreed.

Agreed. Oh, sure, Mr. Tough Guy, when
he's packing an armadillo.

Stand back.

Stand back!

go after him. There are women and
children out there.

Oh, Mel.

I just came by to tell everybody that
the victory party is off.

Oh, Dan, I'm so sorry. I know how much
the election meant to you.

There'll be other elections.

Maybe next time I'll even get you to
vote for me.

That depends.

You think you'd be facing Joan Hobson
again?

I certainly hope so.

night, Christine.

Good night, Dad.

Oh, Daddy, hi.

Listen, I was sorry to hear about how
the vote thing turned out, but I think I

could take your mind off of it with a
little peel and squeal at my place.

Not tonight.

I've got a heartache.