All language subtitles for dear_john_s04e03_kates_cop

Leaked my door and kissed me on the
lips,

heart.

And he said he'd call.

And, typical, I haven't heard from him
since.

Hey, Kate, there's a lot of reasons why
a guy wouldn't call.

Maybe he's on a business trip. Maybe he
lost your number.

Maybe he found a babe with bigger...

What? I was just trying to cheer her up.

On that smarmy note, perhaps we'd better
move on to our newest member.

You haven't said a word all evening.

Would you like to share?

No, I don't think so.

Oh, come on, come on. We've all been
through it. No, I've never done this in

front of so many people before. I don't
think I can go through with it. I

just don't want you to think less of me.

You sure?

You sure?

All right, well, here goes.

This is a stick -up.

my entire life flashed before my eyes.

How'd you manage to stay awake?

Grab the other end.

Okay, you can all relax and call the
police.

It's funny.

People say you can never get a hold of a
cop in New York City when you want one.

I got right through to Death Sergeant O
'Rourke, and he promised me they'd send

someone over here in no time.

Oh, then they're on their way.

I doubt it.

Just trying to make you feel better.

Louise, you sure you're okay?

I'm fine. I can keep it.

You just look a little pale.

On the other hand, you always look a
little pale.

Well, I'm going to go make some more
coffee. We'll probably be stuck waiting

here for hours.

Oh, perfect.

Just perfect.

I got to get home and feed Snuffy,
Puffy, and Snowball.

Who?

Fluffy, Snuffy, and Fluffy, Puffy, and
Snowball. These terrible cats.

Since when do you have cats?

No, no, no. They belong to Mrs.

Olofsson, my upstairs neighbor.

Yeah, she's a 92 -year -old Norwegian
lady who I've been helping out lately.

I'm not a poor, sweet woman. She can't
take care of herself, so I've been

lending her a hand until she can move in
with her daughter.

This wouldn't buy it. Any chance be that
poor sweet woman in the rent

-controlled apartment with the built -in
bookshelf and the extra bedroom?

Don't forget the breakfast nook.

John, you hypocrite. What? You're
pretending you care about this poor,

old lady when all you really want to do
is snag her apartment.

My man.

Yes, Mary Beth.

The guy took my grandmother's watch.

You mean the one with the velvet band
and the rosettes all around the face?

Oh, well, this just gets worse and
worse.

I was going to borrow that.

Excuse me. Is this the one -to -one
club?

Yeah, something.

Wow, I can't believe how fast you made
it.

Well, lucky for you, some guy got shot
across the street.

Well, who says we don't get the breaks?

I'm Sergeant Curlin. This is Officer
Biggs. Hey, this is Sergeant. I know you

want to question everybody, but can I go
first? Do you mind? Yeah, go ahead.

Okay, because there's someplace I've got
to be.

Sure. Tell me what happened.

Well, this jerk pretended to be a group
member, and then he just held us up at

gunpoint. What did he look like?

He was a little guy, 5 '6", 5 '7". Of
course, the gun made him look a lot

taller.

Anything more to go on? Well, he had
dark hair, slight build.

You don't come to think of it, he
looked... Kind of like this guy George

Lamaze class.

You see, my wife left me three years ago
for my best friend.

Well, he's not my best friend anymore.

As a matter of fact, she's not my wife
anymore.

And, uh, well, now she's going to have
my baby.

I know, I know, that sounds kind of
strange.

But, well, you're a New York cop.

Must have heard a lot of strange stories
in that.

Not really.

Well, if you'll excuse me, I gotta go
put an old Norwegian lady to sleep.

Interesting guy.

What my civilian friend was trying so
ineptly to say is basically what we got

here is a 207.

What's a 207?

What's a 207?

What's a 207?

I love a cop with a sense of humor.

Would you do me a favor, pal? Sure.
Seeing as how you're a professional,

you could help Officer Biggs check with
the other groups in the building.

10 -4.

Okay, Biggs.

Let's move up.

Smoke them if you got them.

Thanks a bunch, Sarge.

Okay. I'll need to get your stories.

One at a time.

Well, it all started in the back seat of
a 37 Buick.

Thank you, ma 'am.

How about I start with you?

You'll be back.

Name?

Kate McCarron.

Mrs. Kate McCarron. No, I'm divorced.

Uh -huh.

What'd he take?

Well, he got the house, the car, and the
best damn years of my life.

I mean the guy who held you up.

Oh, oh, him.

All he got was a few dollars in cash and
the watch that my grandmother gave

me. Oh, that's too bad.

You like Mexican food?

What does that have to do with the
robbery?

Nothing. I shouldn't have asked.

Now, look, I'm due back at the precinct.
Officer Biggs will get the rest of your

statements. Thank you.

One last thing.

Yes?

It's my card.

If for any reason, any reason at all,
you want to get in touch with me, any

reason at all.

Well, thank you, Sergeant Kerland.

Mitch.

Look, I was out of line when I asked you
about the Mexican food. It was really

unprofessional. Oh, hey, forget it.

Oh, so you'll think about it?

Well, uh, Mitch, it's not to say that I
don't like Mexican food.

Yeah?

It's just that at this point in my life,
I'm not all that interested in...

eating.

Hang on to my card.

You never know when you'll get your
appetite back.

Kate! Why in heaven's name did you turn
him down?

The police officer was adorable.

Yes, he'd be perfect for you.

In case of an emergency, you wouldn't
even have to get out of bed to dial 911.

Yeah, and best of all, he's got his own
handcuffs.

If you want to know why I turned him
down, I'll tell you why.

Because knowing my luck, I'll go out for
a Mexican dinner with him, and I'll

have a lovely evening.

I hate lovely evenings.

Lovely evenings only turn into more
lovely evenings. So then I'll keep

him, and pretty soon I'll be in a happy,
committed relationship.

And then, one day, it'll all fall apart.
And there I'll be, with my looks gone,

my prospects...

He just wanted a taco.

Kenny! Oh, here, if you like him so
much, you call him. Now, if you'll

me. Kenny!

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

So she's in the back of my squad car.
She's going into labor.

She's screaming. My partner is
screaming. Oh, and you, you're Mr.

Cool. Are you kidding? They're screaming
at me to stop screaming.

Wait a minute. Who delivered the baby?

I'll give you a hint.

They named it Mitch.

Oh, that is so sweet.

Yeah, cutest little girl you ever saw.

Oh, Mitch, I had a lovely evening.

I forgot. I brought you something. I was
checking the pawn shops for your

grandmother's watch.

You found it? No, but I got you this
instead.

Oh, a Dick Tracy watch?

This is great. How did you ever think of
that?

I'm a cop. We all got them.

Oh, I love it. It's adorable.

Look, before this conversation gets any
cuter...

Suppose I told you I had a couple of
tickets for the Knicks game this Friday

night. Would you be interested?

Oh, Friday nights, I always go to the 1
-2 -1 club.

I've been going there for over three
years, and I've never missed a meeting.

It's really important to me.

Pitch up at 7?

Why so late?

Louise, where's Kate not?

She's out again with her policeman.

story, that woman is driving me crazy.

Yeah, John, before you know it, I'll be
moving in with my daughter.

And you can have my apartment.

She's gonna live there till she's a
hundred.

Why shouldn't she? She hasn't had to
lift a finger since she met me.

John, bring me a nice glass of schnapps.

John, put on the television.

And don't forget to feed Puffy, Fluffy,
and Snowball.

I like to feed them to each other.

They're flea machines.

Do you know what it's like waking up in
the middle of the night and feeling

something bite you?

Save it, Mrs. Pilgrim.

I came this close, this close to telling
Mrs. Olofsson what she could do with

those cats.

And then I looked at all that closet
space.

Oh, those floor -to -ceiling shelves.

And I think, ah, what the hell, a couple
of fleas.

How much can it cost to get myself
dipped?

Well, I'm not.

And I never want to hear his rotten name
again.

That flatfoot had the gall to stand me
up. I waited for him for over an hour

a half.

According to this crummy watch he gave
me. Well, I'm certainly glad that this

happened before I got emotionally
involved.

Kay, really?

You can't just throw a watch away.

Especially a gift.

Oh.

It's one of those.

just called with a message from Mitch.

Oh, charming. He didn't even have the
decency to call himself.

So what's his lame excuse?

Oh, first of all, he's okay. It's
nothing serious.

Oh, my God, he's been shot.

Oh, Kate, Kate, stop jumping the
conclusion.

No, she can jump. He was shot.

Oh, no.

Oh, but it was just a flesh wound.

The hospital's letting him out tomorrow.
Hospital?

Oh, my God.

What hospital?

Uh, Queens General.

about you after that robbery last week.
So I'm beefing up security around here.

Oh, good.

If you have any trouble, you have any
trouble at all, you push this button and

Willie will come running. He's the new
guard at the front door. Watch.

Willie.

Come in, Willie.

Can you hear me, Willie?

I think his name is Willie.

Well, I think an intercom's a jolly good
idea.

Smashing.

Oh, wow.

What?

I just love that English accent of
yours.

You can make even dumb things sound
smart.

Oh,

shoot.

Damned if I can't.

Oh. Here, this ought to do it.

Come in, Willie.

Willie, can... Yo, Willie, can you hear
me?

There is a bell.

Well, you get the idea.

Thanks again, Ben.

Stop it, Louie. This is just a trick.

wonderful news today.

That rotten thief won't be able to use
my Bloomingdale's charge card after all.

Why not?

I'm a thousand dollars over my limit.

Okay, how's Mitch?

Feeling better?

Oh, he's fine.

And I'm fine.

In fact, everything is really, really
fine. I'm breaking up with him.

The other night it was 20 minutes late
for dinner. I panicked. I was so upset I

grabbed the yellow pages and started
calling every hospital in town.

I can't be with a man whose life is
always on the line.

Kay, you've only known Mitch a couple of
weeks.

Which is why I'm getting out now before
I get in any deeper.

So what are you going to tell him?

I don't know.

How do you get rid of a man without
hurting his feelings?

I usually tell him we only have the room
till noon.

Fluffy, Fluffy, get down from there. Get
down from there.

No, Paul, don't do that. Don't do that.

Stay, stay, stay, Fluffy, stay, stay.
Stay, stay, stay, stay.

Damn you.

Yeah, I'm coming.

Kirk, I cannot deal with you right now.
I've got to bathe Mrs. Olofsson's cats.

All right, well, hurry up, John. It's
going to be a great day.

We're talking a three -point spread.

And, John, I brought the beer.

John,

you are killing yourself.

That old broad is taking advantage of
you. She is not taking advantage of me.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get
her ironing finished before I take her

to bingo.

Why is a bedspread?

Oh, it's her nightie.

Whoa.

She is a large woman.

When she moves up, John, you're going to
need the jaws of life to pry her out of

that doorway.

Thank you very much, Kirk. Thank you.

Are you happy now?

You wrinkled the pleats.

John, would you listen to yourself,
please?

All of this housework stuff is not going
to get in her apartment.

You want to think about romancing her,
John?

You know, third on the old lacy chart.

Are you crazy?

You drove your ex -wife out of the
house.

I'm Barbara Olofsson, Mrs.

Olofsson's daughter.

Oh, it's so nice to meet you. I'm John
Lacey. I just wanted to let you know

the elevator will be tied up for a
little while.

It's moving day.

It's moving day?

Hey, did you hear that, Kirk?

It's moving day.

And, Mr. Lacey, I do want to thank you
for being so nice to Mama.

Oh, listen, the pleasure is all mine.

She's a lovely lady.

Hey, is there anything I can do to help
your mom move out?

She's not moving out. I'm moving in.

Excuse me?

She's moving in.

How could I not?

That apartment is so wonderful and
cheap.

But Mama doesn't want your kindness to
go unrewarded. She wants you to have the

cat.

You're kidding, right?

No, really.

Oh, just your luck. I'm allergic to the
little devils.

Mama knows how attached you've become to
them.

Bye, neighbor.

Charlie, know how rotten you must feel.

And you probably want to be alone, so
I'm just going to get out of your way,

on home, call everyone I know, and tell
them what a pathetic yucks you are.

Mitch.

Hello, Kate.

I got your warm and personal message on
my answering machine that said you're

dumping me.

Oh, look, I'm sorry.

I know we should have sat down and
talked like two civilized people.

But, Mitch, I'm not cut out to be
involved with a cop.

I can't take the uncertainty.

Okay, I understand.

Suppose I quit the force.

Well, I can't ask you to do that.

Okay, I'll take a desk job.

The worst thing that can happen is one
night someone will call you up and tell

you I died of boredom.

Please don't make this any more
difficult.

I'm trying to make it as easy as I can.
Well, you're doing a rotten job.

This has nothing to do with my being a
cop, does it?

Mitch. That's just an excuse.

Mitch. If I was Santa Claus, you'd break
up with me because I work Christmas

Eve.

You are so wrong. Am I?

You're afraid to get involved.

You're afraid that if you fall in love
with me, I might love you back, and God

forbid you end up happy. Hey, pal, you
left out the part where I get my heart

broken. Now, no man is ever going to do
that to me again. I don't care how

wonderful you are.

I'll tell you what.

Maybe I was pushing too hard. I know I
do that. I'm sorry.

What do you say we start over again?
Give it another try.

What do you mean?

Well, I'll call you up. Maybe we'll go
out on a couple of harmless dates and

we'll see how it goes.

This time we'll take it real slow.

I guess we could do that.

While we're taking it slow, seeing how
it goes.

No reason why we couldn't get married.

I'm pushing too hard again, huh?

Well,

Mitch, you just have to realize that you
just proposed, I think.

Yeah.

Well, you know, it's... You're
flustered, aren't you? No, I'm not

It's just that it's a big...

It's a big, uh... Decision. Decision,
thank you. I'll have you know I do

Luster.

Kate. What?

It's not your apartment.

I know that.

Mitch, will you say something?

You have the right to remain.