All language subtitles for night_court_s08e15_mama_was_a_rollin_stone

Hey, everybody, check out this telegram.

Ahoy, swab the deck and pump the bilge.
Coming ashore in 48 hours, you know who.

You got a telegram from Papa?

No, my mom.

Her 20 -year tour of the high seas is
over.

She's finally going to settle down in my
sloop.

Oh, pardon my nautical naivete. Does
that mean that she's gonna live with

Yep. You see, a long time ago, we made
this pact.

After she retired, I'd take care of her.

I'd better get started if I want my
place to be ready on time.

Bo, if there's anything we can do to
make your mom feel more at home, you

ask.

Anybody have a spittoon?

Whoa!

Get a load of this obituary for Phil.

Phil Sanders, tycoon. Geez, I cannot
believe that's the same guy who used to

in my court and catch bugs with his
tongue.

Philip A. Sanders, Wall Street tycoon
turned bum, was killed Thursday in front

of Carnegie Hall when a piano slipped
from his hoist and crushed him. At the

time of his death, he was 46.

Is that years old or feet wide?

Mr. Sanders was considered the nation's
leading commodities broker when he

suddenly dropped out of society in 1977,
giving up his posh Park Avenue duplex

for a Kelvinator box in Herald Square.

He spent his remaining years giving away
his fortune and catching bugs with his

tongue.

That's our Phil.

Says here his remaining estate has been
valued at over...

Eight million dollars.

We gotta be kidding.

I had no idea Phil had that kind of
money.

Well, you can bet if Dan's heard about
it, he's already counting his chickens.

know for a fact that Dan is too shaken
up to even be thinking about getting his

hands on Phil's money.

Boy, if you think that's something, wait
till you see his daddy.

to gypsies, it still wouldn't be enough
to pay for this suit.

Well, a good evening to you, too, Dan.

You see this tie? A La Porta original.

These shoes?

Handcrafted in Madrid.

The leather is culled from the soft
underbelly of a calf.

And now it's covering the big feet of an
ass.

buying sprees. It's a bit premature. I
mean, you didn't even know Phil left a

will. Au contraire, my middle tax
bracket friend.

Allow me to consult my thousand dollar
briefcase made entirely from snakeskin.

Thinks one to own one.

This letter arrived from Phil's
attorney.

Don't tell me. Yes.

According to this, Phil indeed did leave
a will and my name is the only one

mentioned in it.

His lawyer will be here tomorrow to drop
the golden goose in my lap.

I hope it lands beak first.

Nice outfit.

Thanks. These are my dress blues.

So I bet you're really excited about
seeing your mom tonight, huh?

Yeah, but I'm a little worried. It's
been years.

What if she doesn't recognize me?

What did you look like back then?

Oh, I was real tall and goofy looking.

Oh, gee.

Maybe she'll recognize your voice.

So after session, you'll all be joining
us for dinner? We're going to the Lusty

Buccaneer.

They have an all -you -can -eat squid
bar.

Great. I'm going to drink some cream to
coat my stomach.

I did it for me. I'm having my kidneys
rotated.

Oh, I can't either.

Oh, come on, guys. Where's our loyalty?

I mean, I think we owe it to Bull to
share this occasion.

Yeah, we all love Bull. How could we not
love his dear, sweet little ma?

Hey!

I could drink any man in this room under
the table.

I want you to meet the woman who gave me
life.

My mother, Henrietta Shannon.

Call me Hank.

Hank, it's a pleasure to meet you. And
might I add, it's easy to see where Bull

gets his movie star looks.

Who's this lying sack?

Mama, this is Judge Stone.

Remember from my letters?

Can't say I do.

But you must be Roz.

And Mac, Christine, Dan, Jack, and
Carlotta.

Carlotta?

Nostradamus thinks the world of you
kids.

Oh, who's Nostradamus?

That's my real name.

Yeah, I always loved that hunchback.

Wait a minute, wasn't that Don't?

his nickname, huh? I guess you called
him that on account of his size.

Hell no.

When I found out I was pregnant, I said,
Bull!

What are you crowing about?

It's the truth, you bootlicking clown.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I gotta hit
the head.

Gosh, Harry, I think Mom's warming up to
you.

but there's where I broke China Joe's
elbow arm wrestling.

Is that you, Hank?

Hey, there's my crew.

Boys, I want you to meet my son,
Nostradamus.

Named you after the hunchback, huh?

Yeah, that's right.

You know, Hank, we never knew you had a
son.

I've been a mother for 40 years.

A mother?

Why, Hank...

one of them fancy boys.

You're not?

Come on, boys. Make yourself scarce.

Me and my new buddies got some chin
wagging to do.

Come on.

Christine, may I take your coat?

Oh, thank you.

Dad!

What? You don't really think I'm going
to touch anything in this place, do you?

Without protection.

What do you say we get some grog?

My tongue's hanging so low, I'm stepping
on it.

I'd be glad to buy the first round.
Forget it, string bean. I ain't keen on

umbrella drinks.

Christine and I'll take care of it.
That's sweet of you.

I don't get it. I've tried everything on
that woman, and she just doesn't like

me. Everybody likes me.

I know I do.

You know, baby, you got the kind of body
makes a sailor want to hang up his

duffel bag and drop anchor.

I'm sorry, I'm not interested.

Butt out, Bones. I was talking to your
friend here.

With our information, my friend and I
are above your slimy brand of overture.

He said, butt out, Bull.

When Bull was a little tyke, he used to
beg me to get him a pet.

So I now to come home from the kelp beds
with a surprise.

Would you bring him a lobster?

No, a puppy.

Come on, chum.

What kind of a mother gives a son a
lobster for a pet?

I think I'm making progress. She called
me chum.

If I'm not mistaken, sir, chum is what
they call bloody pulp. They feed the

sharks.

Okay, here's the grog.

Good for you, girly.

Now all we need is some hoofing music.

I bought her a jukebox just like that
for the apartment.

Oh, yeah?

Is she excited about moving in?

Oh, we haven't talked about it yet.

I'm waiting for the perfect moment.

I just hope her heart can take the
excitement. She's getting so frail.

Frail? Are we talking about the same
woman who push -started my Bronco?

a whisper now.

Boy, those two really get along, don't
they?

Yep. They're gonna be the happiest
mother and son to ever share bunk beds.

I missed you, Mama.

I missed you too, son.

Let's make this the best shore leave
we've ever had.

Shore leave?

You mean you're not retiring?

Well, not while I can still shimmy up a
smokestack.

I just signed on for another five years.

You happy for me?

Of course.

I'm the happiest son in the world.

What the hell was that?

Beats me.

Want to dance?

on for another hitch and he blows out of
here like a bat out of hell.

Wish someone could tell me what's
bothering him.

I can, Hank.

Oh, you can, Mr.

Know -It -All.

Why don't you keep your big nose out of
other people's business?

Hank, what's wrong with my baby?

Well, Hank...

I think it has something to do with
Bull's plans for your retirement.

Plans? What plans?

He said you both agreed that when you
retired, he would take care of you. Damn

straight.

But hell's bells, I ain't ready to
retire.

Well, he thought you were. He's been
waiting for this for years, Mrs.

Shannon. He has?

I'm sure he'd understand if you
explained it to him.

What are you doing?

that needs a talking to.

Damn.

If I can steer a tanker through the
straits of Hormuz, I can be a mother to

baby boy.

I'm out of here.

I'm having your date.

I don't think it was meant to be.

She has a warning from the health
department tattooed on her shoulder.

Could we start court this lifetime? I've
got to be free when Phil's lawyer gets

here with the will.

He's going to make me a very wealthy
man.

You're going to have to wait, Dan. I've
got somebody here with a serious

problem.

I'm not helping change him.

Sit down, Bull.

Bull, I don't think you're being fair to
yourself or to Hank.

Harry, I had it all figured out.

Every Sunday, I'd take her to the zoo.

In the summer, we'd rent a cottage by
the turnpike where she could sit on the

porch and watch the trucks go by.

I even learned to cook her favorite
meal, rack of spam.

Well, you're a real good son, but you're
forgetting about the most important

thing.

Mama?

Bingo.

Someday she is going to move in with
you, Bull. But until then, you've got to

patient.

Spam keeps forever, big guy.

But a mom doesn't change overnight.

Excuse me.

Just a minute, lady. I'm talking to the
judge.

Bull, you just slammed the door on Mom
and Apple Pie.

What?

So what do you think, son?

I think you're beautiful, Mom.

Well, thank you, dear.

I brought you something.

Did you bake it yourself?

Hell, heck no.

Don't expect miracles.

Son, I've been thinking.

A growing boy like you needs a mom
around the house.

So you're not shipping out?

No. I'm signing on for the long haul
with my new first mate.

In fact, I'm running down to the Lusty
Buccaneer right now to say goodbye to

boys. Yippee!

See there, Harry? You were wrong.

Now, be nice to the gentleman, son. He
means well.

Thanks, Hank.

Henrietta.

Henrietta? Well, why don't you take the
rest of the night off and join your mom?

Well, thanks, Harry. I'll go clock out.

Henrietta?

I'm real glad that we're getting along.
In the beginning, I kind of got the idea

that you didn't like me.

I don't.

Why not?

Can't like everybody.

Dan Fielding? Yeah. Clarence Egan,
Philip Saunders' attorney.

It's a true pleasure. Please, sit down.

If we hurry, you can make me a
millionaire before session or reconvene.

Well, we'll get right to it.

Mr. Saunders left liquid assets
amounting to $8 .2 million.

Thank you, Phil.

Unfortunately, the government put a lien
on his account and it all went to pay

his back taxes.

Stupid Phil.

Mr. Sanders did purchase a CD valued at
$2 million.

Now we're back in business.

Unfortunately, it was held by a Libyan
bank.

But of course.

But not being one to keep all of his
eggs in one basket, Mr. Sanders had a

portfolio of stocks and bonds worth
about $3 million.

And where were those held?

First National Bank?

Oh. Beirut.

Mr.

Sanders likes to keep his money in warm
climates. I hope he's counting what's

left of it in hell.

I thought you were his friend.

I was his best friend.

Sad.

However... Yes?

Mr. Sanders did have a life insurance
policy totaling $111.

Saved your breath. Forgot to pay the
premiums. No, he paid all the premiums.

And oddly enough, there was a musical
instrument rider.

There was?

It specified that if Mr. Sanders was
killed by a musical instrument, the

would pay as a state $7 .8 million.

The show was squashed by... A baby
grant.

Now, hold on a second. This money
actually exists?

There are numbers on all the corners?

Yeah. I have the paperwork right here.

And my name is the only one mentioned in
the will? That is correct.

I'm rich.

I'm rich. I'm rich.

I'm rich.

I'm rolling in it.

I'm going to quit this lousy job. I'm
going to sail around the world. I am

to eat caviar off the thighs of
Scandinavian virgins.

Just a minute, Mr. Fielding. This money
is not for your personal use.

Huh?

No, as Mr. Saunders' most trusted
friend,

you've been named the administrator of
the Phil Foundation.

The Phil Foundation?

It's a charitable organization
established by Mr. Sanders in 1978. Over

years, they've distributed nearly $20
million to worthy causes and cultural

institutions. You've heard of the New
York Harmonic.

It's called the Phil Harmonic. It is
now.

Wait. Oh, wait.

Are you telling me that I have to...

Give the money away.

Every penny.

Hey, moneybags.

There's a guy downstairs that needs your
signature.

Your new Lamborghini has arrived.

Tell him to forget it. I can't afford
it.

Hold it.

I can.

You wouldn't believe how generous Mr.
Saunders was with his legal staff.

Gentlemen.

Hank, what are you doing in drag?

These are my civvies.

Boys, I'm hanging up my pee coat.

What the hell are you talking about? I'm
moving in with Bull to be a full -time

mama. This some kind of cruel joke?

Nope. This old sea dog ain't getting any
younger.

I reckon it's time for me to settle
down.

Oh, that's not right.

Come on, boys, now stop your whining.

You're gonna be fine.

Well, you're at least going to stop by
and clean out your bunk, ain't you?

No, I couldn't set foot on that old rust
bucket again.

Besides, I'm going to be busy.

Just box up my stuff and send it to me.

Uh, will you gentlemen excuse us for a
moment?

Why, for two cents on my life.

Mom, have you given much thought to what
you are going to do?

Oh, motherly things, I guess.

Get up in the morning, bake a chicken,
boil a pie, maybe.

Go for a walk in the park and feed the
pigeons to the cats or whatever they do.

You sound like Hank Shannon's life to
me.

Well, it will be.

And I'll enjoy every single minute of
it.

Even if it kills you?

That's how much you mean to me, son.

I can't let you do it, Mama.

What are you saying?

The seas in your blood.

You belong on the ship with your crew.

Just like I belong in the courtroom with
my crew.

Son, I know how much you've been looking
forward to us living together.

I can look forward to it for a while
longer.

Heck, you've got to retire someday.

I'll wait.

The hell you will.

Son,

it's time you stopped worrying about
Mama and started worrying about

Go to Paris, Fran.

Buy yourself a fancy car.

Find a nice, dirty girl and make some
kids. Hell, who'd make a better grandma

than me?

Live life for myself.

What a novel idea.

Thanks, Mom.

I love you.

I love you, too, son.

Shit, mate.

Hank's back on board.

Bravo!

Hey, hey, somebody just beat Sammy the
Ox in arm wrestling five times running.

You're kidding. Nobody beats the Ox.

Easiest money I made all year.