All language subtitles for 08 Here Comes the Bribe_cleaned

That's it, that's it, good, yes,
wait, wait, a little quicker, okay, yes.

Yes, that's it, a little quicker, a
little quicker, God, good boy, okay,

a little bit to this side, yes, that's it.

My God, yes.

What, already?

No, no, not that, I just
thought of a great idea for a book.

I'm sorry, Amanda, I'm sorry, I just
have to write this down, okay, I'll be

right back.

Don't leave me.

I just have to, yes.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

It, God, I'm great,
yes, God, hallelujah, God.

That's okay, you just go
ahead and finish without me.

Thank you for coming.

This is great, this
is gonna be so great.

Perfect.

Okay, okay, everything's gotta be fine.

Okay, give me a sense here, I'm at my desk.

You know my ex-brother-in-law
used to talk to himself, they ended up

putting electricity in his head.

Now he does his great
trick with kitchen magnets.

Yeah, Toby, did you come
in here for anything useful?

Gibby's office called,
the furor's on his way down.

Okay, okay, look, when he gets
here, I don't want any interruptions, hold

all my calls.

And try to keep it
down out there, will you?

Oh, so I should cancel the mariachis?

Don't even start with me today.

Would you please
relax, it's just a book.

That's a low thing to say.

It's not just a book, it's my book.

Still, he'll probably hate it anyway.

What?

Morning, Marty.

A bit of a sweat
on your brow, you

do have menue
anything naughty, I trust.

You know you're a pig.

Morning, Gibby.

Toby, my little
office gnome, I don't

seem to have a cup
of coffee in my hand.

I trust you will rectify
that situation at once.

Absolutely.

Please.

Maybe he'll get one, maybe he won't.

Life's full of mystery.

Gibby, have a seat.

Yeah, all right.

Wherever you like.

What colorful dime store muck
do you have for me this morning?

Well, it's a novel.

A novel?

About a prostitute perhaps?

Perhaps a prostitute with a
trick lag and an ugly secret?

No.

Although that does sound interesting.

No, this is a thriller, but
it's more than just a thriller.

It's really a journey into the soul.

It's about one man's search
for the perfect blowjob.

Blowjobs?

Like that.

Who's the author?

I am.

You wrote it?

I will.

I mean, it's just an outline right now.

Marty, I had no idea you dabbled.

Well, I more than dabble actually.

I always hoped that -- well, ever since
I was a young boy, I had this dream

that one day I'd go up
to a bookstore window.

Yeah, yeah, hopes and dreams, very nice.

Let's hear the story.

Okay.

Okay.

It begins in a cave in North Carolina.

Detective Jackson O. Henry is searching
in a remote cavern when he comes

upon 12 bodies, each with a
child's building block in his left hand.

Just that.

Toby, I told you to hold my calls.

I am.

This one's for the other guy.

It's his lawyer.

All right, Douglas, what's up?

No, keep going, Mount Ambly's.

Okay, okay.

Just then, Detective O. Henry
notices a painting next to the bodies.

What are you talking about?

I gave that woman $10,000.

It's the portrait of
a naked woman with

haunting eyes, eyes
that he's seen before.

We had a deal.

No, I'm with you, Marty.

Keep going.

Okay.

Um, there are the
eyes of -- Bullshit!

I don't give a ding-o-s-ass if
she is in love with somebody else.

Damn it, Douglas.

They're going to deport me.

It's just a green card.

Now, can't we pay somebody off?

This is America.

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Something wrong?

Yeah, I got the INS
spinning down my throat.

They want to send me back.

Well, I won't go.

I won't.

I hate that place.

G'day, g'day, g'day.

Koala beer smelling like cough
drops, kangaroo shit everywhere.

They never show you that
in a fucking commercial.

Do you notice?

No, no, I don't suppose they do.

Anyway, getting back to my book.

I am sitting in a barrel of
shit with a funny hat on, Marty.

Now, you've got to help me.

I need to find a woman.

Now, come on, Marty.

You know lots of women.

Where am I going to find a woman?

I'm sorry.

I just can't think of anybody
off the top of my head.

Fuck!

Here's your coffee.

We were all out of milk,
so I threw in some cream.

Cheese.

Oh, no.

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

Why not?

Toby hasn't got anyone
in her life, does she?

She's sort of a lonely, pathetic creature.

Gibbets, no.

What?

It's not like I'm not going to pay her.

I can tell you right now, she won't do it.

Why not?

Well, she hates you.

Really?

You know, there's a lot of people who do.

Go figure.

Well, that's perfect.

There's no danger of
romantic entanglements.

Set it up for me, Marty, won't you?

Forget it.

I am not getting involved in this.

If you want to ask her, then you can do it.

But the woman hates me.

You tell me so yourself.

Set up a meeting, Marty.

Gibby.

And if she marries me, I'll, uh,
I'll publish you a little cave book.

Do you think I can listen to this
insane plan to destroy two lives and do

nothing about it?

Consider it done.

Toby, it wouldn't be a real marriage.

It would just be a legal thing,
you know, like, like, like getting your

driver's license.

As romantic as that sounds, I could
think of a few things I'd rather do,

like stub my toe over and over again.

Okay.

Okay, now I'm gonna level with you here.

If you do this, I'll get my book published.

Never mind.

Just the thought.

You sure you haven't left out anything?

You know, you did mention money.

Excuse me.

You think I'd marry a guy for money?

How much money?

Thank you, Count Moore.

Trust me, I'm gonna
take out too much money.

Ah, before we get started, you
want to take some tea, right?

It's frost.

Sure.

I've got a sandwich and a frost.

All right, Toby, I'm going to write
down a number and pass it to you.

Okay, Mr. Fisk, I'm going to write
down a phrase and pass it to you.

All right, let's cut through the crap,
then, Toby. How much do you want?

I'm thinking 30,000.

Dollars?

No pesos. Who do I look like, Charo?

I'll give you five.

I spit on five. I get 20.

30,000 is completely unranked.
I'll give you six.

Five rings.

Seven.
I buy an awful lot of white out for $7,000.

I can get twice as much
for 15 and get change back.

Oh, Mr. Tupper, is something wrong?

Shh.

Terabytes.

For two years of marriage,
followed by a welcome divorce,

I will give you $10,000. Not a penny more.

For $10,000, I'll do your laundry.

You want to marry me? That'll cost you 15.

The offer on the table is $10,000.

Maybe you got wax in your ears. I said 15.

I heard you, and I said 10.

Have a nice flight.
If you need anything, don't call. Good day.

It needs watering.

It's plastic.

Come on, Toby. Come on.
Tell me what I want to hear.

Your book's dead. Enjoy your lunch.

Haven't they deported you yet? Mate.

$12,500. That's my final offer.

Your final offer smells like cheese.

So maybe cheese smells
good every now and then.

All right. But no funny stuff.

You don't live with me, you don't
touch me, you get one kiss right here.

Cettle. It's a done deal.

Not so fast. I want the money up front
in cash before I walk down the aisle.

What aisle? We're going to City Hall.

Like hell we are.
What kind of girl you take me for?

You give me a proper
wedding, and the deal is off.

Bloody hell.

All right.

You're lucky I didn't make
you get down on one knee.

Toby, I'll be in Finnebacher's office.

Well?

I'm having a wedding.

I'm having a book.

Detective O. Henry eased his way
to the cold, dank, mysterious cave.

He stopped, sensing danger.

There, through the darkness,
he saw a... Baked ham.

A coffin.

He moved closer.

His heart beating through
his jacket like a... Baked ham.

Like a bass drum. Again he froze.

There, through the
eerie haze of darkness,

he could hear the
unmistakable words.

Hello, pretty boy.

Martin Tupper.

No? No, she's not.

Yeah, no, go ahead.

Chrysanthemums, yes.

Flown in from Florida.

Saturday, fine.

Detective O. Henry
was... Martin Tupper!

Chop liver?

Well, I... I don't know, I don't know.

What are her choices?

Yes.

Yes, what?

I'll have her call you back, thank you.

Detective O. Henry...

Detective O. Henry...
Detective O. Henry.

Any calls?

Almost a hundred thousand.

Oh, just a few.

Where have you been?

At the dressmakers, I told you.

No, no, no. No, you didn't.

I told someone.

Flowers on Saturday? That's no good.

Call them back, tell them
I need them on Friday.

Toby?

What's this say?

It's the top liver sculpture.

Do you want it to look
like an angel or a swan?

This word is swan? I thought it was Guam.

I'm thinking, what the
hell is a chapel of a Guam?

Yeah, well, if you're done
critiquing my penmanship...

Do you think you can make me
six copies of the Rhin-Art contracts?

No, they do have to go out today.

Oh, geez, could you do that?

'Cause I gotta go over
the set list with the band.

No, I couldn't. It's your job.

Hey, hey, hey.

I don't think that tone is
appropriate for the boss's intended.

Detective O. Henry.

The heavy lid of the coffin.

Hey, Martin, you're a writer.

What should the matchbooks say?

Toby and Gibby or Gibby and Toby?

Personally, I think it
should say Toby's wedding.

What do you think?

What do I think?

I don't care if they say
closed cover before striking.

Oh, here's the groom.

We gotta pick out the China
pattern for the registry today.

Not now, Toby.

Gibby and I have to go over
the first few chapters of my book.

A registry?

For the gifts.

I'm not getting any gifts.

What kind of wedding don't you get gifts?

Don't worry, you'll get half.

Gibby, I'm really excited
about my first chapter.

Marty, what am I gonna do about it?

It's called a girot.

It's very quiet and very effective.

Gibby, just read the first page.

Okay, I'm torn between
these two China patterns.

Which ones are you like?

Frankly, Toby, I couldn't care less.

Fine, we'll go with this one.

The butterflies.

It's awfully busy, isn't it?

Martin, what do you think?

I'm going to kill them.

I don't know, sir.

You know I'd rather fancy this one.

The windmills?

It's hideous.

You're not giving it a chance.

That's a handsome plate, that is.

Martin, help me out here, won't you?

Well, I kind of like the sunflowers.

We'll go with the butterflies.

All right, that's it.

I can't take this anymore.

I'm up to my Willy and caterers
and florists and chopped liver.

I've got bills showing up on my desk.

$1,200 for a video crew.

$2,100 for a dove release.

Bloody Australia's better than this.

Forget it.

The wedding's off.

All right, we'll go with the windmills.

Thank you.

Okay, Gibby, you just take it easy,
and we'll talk about the book later.

Don't you think you're
overdoing it just a little?

No, I'm overdoing it a lot.

Martin, I've been to
67 weddings in my life.

Four of them are my sister Gina's.

Finally, it's my turn.

It's not a real wedding.

I know that, but it's
my not a real wedding.

I'm having a good time.

You could just get a grip on yourself.

My sister Gina's going
to be the maid of Anna,

and I got the bridesmaids,
and I got the ushers.

Toby.

And my nephew Mikey's
going to be the ring bearer,

and little Jessica and
Ruthie will be the flower girls.

Toby.

And I was wondering,
could you give me a way?

Thank you, Toby.

I'd be honored.

Well, don't get all misty on me.

You're not my first choice.

These damn shoes are
cutting out my circulation.

Is that photographer here yet?

Is it that son of a bitch's length?

He's here. He's here.

Don't get your panties in a bunch.

Where's Ma?

She's in the bar, catching
the end of the game.

Am I wedding day?

They're playing the Bears.

Oh, not my veil, will you?

Hey, be careful with that.

What?

I'm holding it like I
would hold my own baby.

That's my point.

Shut up.

You shut up.

Hold your head still.

Hey, you look pretty.

Thanks.

I can't believe you
made me wear this thing.

It looks good on you.

I look like a highway cone.

How come you get the good dress?

'Cause I'm the bride.

Toby, they're almost ready for you.

Who's this?

This is Martin.

Where's his beard?

I never said he had a beard.

You said he had a beard.

I never had a beard.

You calling me a liar?

What's the matter with you?

This must be your sister.

What the fuck is X supposed to mean?

Nothing.

Nothing.

Just a vague family resemblance.

All right, Chobe.

I'm going out there.

Hey, just don't go into labor.

This is my day.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Wait a second.

Where's my something blue?

Huh?

You were supposed to
bring me my something blue.

Since when?

Since always.

I gotta have my something blue.

All right.

Ow!

It'll be blue in a minute.

They never should
have let you out of prison.

Drop dead.

You first.

You look gorgeous.

I'll see you out there.

You would look better with a beard.

She really lights up her room.

You really do look beautiful.

Thanks.

What?

I don't know.

I never thought I'd get
to wear one of these.

It feels nice.

Kind of itchy, but nice.

Hey, you're not supposed to
see the bride before the wedding?

Just as long as I don't have
to see her after the wedding.

Here.

What's this?

It's a payment.

Now let's get this thing over with.

I gotta be home for the cable man.

She'll be there.

She's a little bit late.

She's a little late.

I gotta be home for the cable man.

She'll be there.

There's your cue.

Come on, let's go.

You okay?

Yeah.

Why shouldn't I be?

Getting paid $13,000 an hour.

Ah, here goes nothing.

It'll probably be over like this.

Can I say that?

Oh, geez.

I gotta run in my stocking.

Someone's gotta get me a new one.

It's fine. It's fine.

You can't see it.

Come on, nobody's gonna know.

Yeah, but I'll know.

I can't walk down the aisle like this.

It'll just ruin the day.

I just can't.

What's the holdup?

I'm paying these musicians
by the measure, you know?

I don't want to do this.

What?

What?

I don't want to do this.

I'm sorry.

No.

Now, come on.

Now, you're waxing my dolphin, right?

You must be out of your fucking mind.

There's 300 people out there.

There's an ice sculpture
the size of Greenland.

Now, you get out there before I
drag you out by your fucking veil.

Back off, Gibby.

She doesn't want to do it.

I'm Marty Bea Pet and
help Toby with her train.

And later on, we'll discuss the
promotional tour for your book.

Well, you've got to stand up to him.

Go to the papers. Go to the commission.

He can't buy everybody.

Forget the book.

Forget the book.

This is more important.

She's not doing it.

Oh, Marty, you are making a big mistake.

Yeah?

I've always heard that a man
who never makes a mistake

is a man who never does anything.

Yeah, well, I make them all the time.

But that doesn't mean Toby has to.

There are some things in
this world a little more important

than your little green
card, like marrying

for love and the right
to change your mind.

You see, that's what
this country was built on.

People changing their minds.

So just let me tell you something.

If Toby doesn't want to marry
you, then she doesn't have to marry.

Well, now that came out very well.

Fuck you, Marty.

Fuck you both.

Fuck this whole fucking country!

Fuck all!

$30,000.

Here comes the bride.

Get my bouquet.

What?

I thought you couldn't do this.

Not for $12,500, but for $30,000.

That's more than I'm making a whole year.

Hey, thanks for the speech.

Toby, there's my tie on strike.

God has joined together.

Let no man put a sander.

So, uh, Gibby, I guess this
means we're back on with the book.

Right?

That's it, Toby. They're playing out.

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

Nobody's going anywhere.

Now, look, you're getting what you
want and you're getting what you want.

Now, what about me?

I've worked too hard for this.

This is too important to me.

Martin, I'll give you $5,000 if
you step away from the door.

Bless you both.