All language subtitles for mnmn1 (11)

Margaret, I'm going crazy.
I can't remember what this is.

It's a pen, Linda.

I'm talking about
this note on the calendar.

I drew a star on today's date,

and I can't remember
what it's for.

- Oh, that. Linda...
-At first, I thought

it was to remind me
to read my horoscope,

but I remembered I don't believe
in that hokey stuff

since I discovered numerology.

No, Linda,
I put that star there.

It's to remind me that today is

my ten-year anniversary
working here.

- You've been here ten years?
-Mm-hmm.

God, Margaret, you should have
drawn a teardrop.

I happen to like working here.

Oh, it's a good thing.

Then congratulations.

Should we get a cake, or should
we all just leave early?

Dr. Becker doesn't like
celebrations,

and I'd rather you not even
bring it up in front of him.

I'm not gonna have to.

No one could be
insensitive enough

to forget something like this.

Morning, John.

Yeah, yeah.

Gee, he hardly said anything.

That's kind of a gift, isn't it?

Oh, Margaret, I almost forgot,

uh, I finished those
Medicare forms last night.

Come on back
and get 'em, will you?

Medicare forms--
what a crappy cover-up.

I bet that's just a trick
to get you to go back there

so he can surprise you
with a gift.

What do you think it is?

Medicare forms.

Nothing special
is happening today.

Well, he has to do something.

- I'm gonna go talk to him.
-No!

If I've learned one thing
in ten years,

it's that John Becker
is not a gift giver.

Let it go.

Fine.

But I find it insulting
that after all these years,

he couldn't give you
so much as a lousy pen.

Here. Happy anniversary.

- Thank you.
-You're welcome.

Besides, it's no big deal.

I mean, he didn't exactly
throw a party when I started.

There's no reason for me
to expect one now.

Look, you idiot, I'm not going
to stay on hold forever.

I'm a very busy man.

There's absolutely no way
I'm going to spend...

Yes, I'll hold.

Are you the doctor?

You scared the hell out of me.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm here about the ad
for the nurse's job.

What...? Oh, the ad.
Uh, there is no job.

Oh, I don't believe it.

It took me two hours
to get here all for nothing.

Yeah, well, life is
a series of disappointments

ending in one really big one.

Look, I have been pounding
the pavement all morning.

My feet are killing me.

Do you mind if I just rest
for a minute?

Actually, I'm really b...

Help yourself.
Yes, I'm still here!

What-- is this what you do?

Get on the line
every five minutes

just to make sure
I'm still on hold?

Yes, I'll hold.

Are you always this angry?

What? I'm not angry.
I'm just pissed off.

So, um... is she experienced?

- Who?
-The nurse you hired.

Yeah, I-l didn't hire a nurse.
You weren't listening.

There is no job, all right?

Ah.

Would you like a drink?

No, I can't.

Alcoholic?

No. Job hunting.

Oh, well, when I was unemployed,
all I wanted to do was drink.

Hey, finally, yes.

Look, this is John Becker
over on Kaden Avenue.

Yeah, right.

Yeah, uh, you know
the Rhodes Scholars

who moved me in here
the other day?

Well, have them drag
their knuckles back over here.

I'm moving out.

Yes, first thing in the morning.

Thank you.

I have a question.

If you just got here,
why are you leaving?

You know,
I got a better question.

There is no job.
Why aren't you leaving?

Have you seen my cup?
It's a little...

What am I asking you for?

Uh... are you...
are you just gonna sit here?

If it's okay with you.

Oh.

Okay, so you came here
looking for a job,

he's drinking,
your feet are killing you

'cause of the ugly shoes.

I never told you
my shoes were ugly.

Oh, I just assumed.

Anyway, there I was

sitting in his office
feeling foolish

wondering why I didn't
just get up and leave.

Excuse me. The phone's ringing.

Are you gonna get that?

Doctor's office... I think.

Ah, yes, he's around here
somewhere, but...

Excuse me?

No, no, no, no, no.
Maybe you should tell him.

Okay, I'll tell him.

Uh, excuse me.

You just got a message.

Hey, you know,
I'm not even open.

I don't need anyone
to answer the phones.

Yes, I know, but you...

Well, what's so hard
to understand here?

You know, I thought
I wanted a nurse,

I put an ad in the paper,

and then I changed
my mind, all right?

Look, I'm just trying
to tell you that...

Hey, yeah-- what are you doing,
writing a book?

Look, I was living in Boston,
working in research,

but it just wasn't
doing it for me,

and plus, I had a little trouble
with my marriage.

So I thought
by coming down here

and taking over this practice
it might give me a fresh start.

Then I realized
I made a huge mistake.

Now, if it's all right with you,

I'm going to go
back up to Boston

and try to save my marriage.

Yeah, but that's kind of what
I'm trying to tell you.

Your wife called.

Sandra called?

Yes.

She said don't come back.

She wants a divorce.

Oh.

Say when.

- Hey, Jake.
-Hmm?

I was cleaning out the kitchen,
and I found all this stuff.

I figure it's Reggie's.

You think she'd want it?

Well, it depends.
What is it?

Well, there's a food dehydrator.

Ah, right. The jerky bar.

What?

Yeah, she was going to add

a selection
of dried meats to the menu.

- Nobody else had it.
-So what happened?

Nobody else wanted it.

There are also some
of her books.

Let's see...
Looking for Mr. Right...

Who needs Mr. Right?

Alone Doesn't Mean Lonely.

God, Reggie was pathetic.

Let me see
Alone Doesn't Mean Lonely.

So what else did you find, huh?

A ski boot,
Huey Lewis cassette,

a little electric keyboard...

Whoa, whoa, wait a minute,
wait a minute,

small one about this big?

- Yeah.
-That's my keyboard.

Reggie said it was stolen.
You know what?

She must have found it
and forgot to tell me about it.

- Here, let me have it.
-Here.

Hey, that's the song
from my cell phone,

ring number four.

It's Beethoven.

No, Motorola.

Jake, you're very good.
I'm impressed.

Actually, I was just faking it.

It's already programmed in.

Just like the rest
of these cool sound effects.

Check it out.

Ah, that's really cool.

Well, I'd better go
put this stuff away.

Boy, that brings back memories.

Sophomore year,
couldn't get a student loan.

Ha! Never mind.

There you are.

Franklin,
what are you doing here?

I mean, uh,
you're my favorite tenant.

I was just about to, uh...

Get off your ass
and fix my sink?

I've been after you
for six weeks.

The drain is clogged.

I'm washing dishes
in my bathtub.

Well, I, for one,
applaud your ingenuity.

I'm getting a little
pissed off here.

You're pissed off?
I'm furious!

I've been working like hell
to get that part you need.

Tell him, Jake.

Oh, he's working it all right.

- I just want it done.
-Whoa, whoa.

You want it done?

I want it done.

But those jerks down
at the sink... parts store

keep telling me your sink part
is coming in,

but it never does.

I don't care
what you have to do.

Fix my sink, or the next thing
it'll be stuffed with is you.

I love this thing.

Damn, how did this happen?

The diner's my hideout

from those
pain-in-the-ass tenants.

Somebody in the building

must have told them
I hang out here, but who?

- Me.
-You?

Yeah.
Poor guy's got no water.

I saw him in the lobby.
He told me he called you,

knocked on your door, paged you.

Of course he paged me.
They all page me.

Well, didn't you answer him?

I don't have a pager!

That's my system.

I'm the invisible man.

When the tenants can't find me,
it buys me time

so they fix it themselves
or forget about it.

- Or die.
-A regrettable option, but yes.

Why don't you do the job

you were hired to do
and fix his sink?

I don't know how!

Bob, it's not that tough.

You get a pipe wrench,
loosen the coupling,

snake out the trap and then
replace the rubber gasket.

You have no idea how hot
that sounds.

- Bob...
-No, no.

Suddenly I'm getting
an image of you

with a tool belt
under Franklin's sink and...

Bob, I'm not doing
your job for you.

Fine, fine.
I'll do it myself.

Now that the tenants know
where to find me,

I guess I don't have
much choice.

Damn it.
I had it so good.

They find out I don't know
what the hell I'm doing,

I could lose the best job
I've never done.

Margaret, I can't believe
he's not doing anything.

This is your
ten-year anniversary.

God only knows how often
that happens.

So I go to park the car, right?

And the damn meter
eats my quarter.

I try to call the city
to report it,

and I can't find a pay phone.

So I go back to move my car,

I got a $55 ticket
for an expired meter.

Why didn't you just
use your cell phone?

Because it's not a weekend,

and I don't have
any free Tuesday minutes.

Dr. Becker, do you know
what today is?

Yeah, the day I was dreading
yesterday.

Linda...

I got any messages?

Uh, no, you don't...

but I do.

My friend Annie called
to apologize

for an argument we had.

Her message said,
"Annie-very-sorry."

so?

I was just glad she apologized.

You might say that I was
happy Annie-very-sorry.

Linda...

What the hell
is she talking about?

I have no idea.

Think about it.

Annie... very...

Yeah, you know what, Linda?

For every hundred lives
a doctor saves,

he gets to take one.

I have 99 saves.

What is wrong with you?

I asked you
to just leave it alone.

I can't! It's not right!

I mean, if he's not
going to buy you a gift

or take you to lunch,
the least he could do is say,

"Happy Annie-very-sorry."

I can't believe
you're still here.

I can't believe
you're still here.

There-there is no job.

Why don't you just go?

You went to Harvard?
Wow, that's a great school.

Yes, it is.

In fact, that's where
I met my wife,

who just told me
she's leaving me

for the guy who details her car.

So much for education.

Look, drinking that
entire bottle of Scotch

-is not going to solve
your problems. -I know that.

That's why I have another
bottle in my office.

Now, why don't you just take
your coat and your paper

and your feisty little
can-do attitude

and just go.

Since I'm not going
to see you again,

let-let me tell you
something else:

Those shoes are not
the least bit flattering.

So he threw you out
of the office?

Yes, he did.

Well, where'd you
wind up working?

Oh, right, sorry.
I got caught up in the story.

So what happened?

He ran out, caught you
and begged you to come back?

Sort of.

Oh, God.

What?

I thought about it,
and I decided I'm hired.

You can't just hire yourself.

Well, nobody else around here
has sense enough to do it.

Look...

I'm a nurse, and I need a job.

You're a doctor,

and you need
to be doing something

to take your mind off the fact

that you are about to go through
a painful and messy divorce.

And you think you're the answer
to my problem?

That's the way I see it.

Wrong.

This is.

Look, I'm gonna go drink.

If you're here
in a little while,

maybe I'll chase you
around the desk.

You better hope
you don't catch me.

No, wait, wait!

You're a doctor!

You have a God-given talent
to heal people,

and it would be a sin
to waste it.

Hey, Chris.

I wanted to say thanks.

I took your advice,
and I went up

to Franklin's apartment
and fixed his sink.

At first, I didn't know
what I was doing,

but, you know, I took my time
and I figured it out.

Thanks, Jake.

- I'm proud of you, Bob.
-Yeah, me, too.

Suddenly, I got, like,
this warm feeling,

like joy or confidence.

Almost as if I have a right
to be alive.

- There you are!
- Hey, Franklin,

you didn't need to come all the
way over here just to thank me.

Thank you?
My bathroom and bedroom

-are completely flooded.
-What?

Yeah, the pipe you fixed
exploded.

You have no idea how angry I am.

You're angry'? I'm furious'.

Hey, don't start that crap
with me again.

The water got into my closet.
Everything is ruined.

Jake, give it a rest, all right?

Yeah, really, enough.

What are you going to do
about it, Bob?

All right, I'm not going
to make any excuses.

I'm gonna be completely
up front with you.

This is her fault.

How is this my fault?

Just take the hit.
I'll make it up to you later.

My apartment
has three inches of water.

There's rice growing
in my living room.

Jake!

All right, look,
Franklin, you win.

I'll do my job.

I'll mop up the water.

But all my stuff is ruined.

Well, make a list of everything
that got damaged,

and I'll get the building
to pay for it.

And-and don't forget
your wife's stuff, too.

I noticed all those
fancy dresses and high heels

in your closet
when I was up there.

Hey, I-l didn't know
you were married.

Wait a minute. That's right.

You're not married.

Whose clothes are those?

I, uh...

Well, they're not mine.

Besides, what are you doing
snooping in my closet?

I don't think that's
the most interesting question

on the table. Do you?

You know what?

Let's just forget
the whole thing.

Stop it, already!

Hmm.

Franklin wears women's clothes,

so now I don't have
to fix his sink.

Come to think of it,

I know lots of stuff
about people in that building.

Who's stealing cable,
who's sleeping with who,

who's growing dope
on their fire escape.

I'll never have to do
an honest day's work

for the rest of my life.

So what are you going to do,
Bob, blackmail your tenants?

What about pride?
What about that feeling

that you have the right
to be alive?

Screw pride! This is power!

And don't you ask me
to fix anything,

or I might tell people
what I know about you.

Oh, you don't know anything
about me.

Are you sure?

What the hell is that supposed
to mean?

That's all I had left.

What was that for?

Because you're so pathetic.

You're standing here alone
in your coat and those shoes,

ready to walk out of here
only to turn around

and come back in tomorrow
beginning another ten years

working for the most ungrateful
man in the world.

Well, good night.

Happy anniversary.

What the hell did you do?

I didn't ask you to do this.

Well, I had to get the office
ready for business.

I set up the filing system.

I put a few chairs over there.

I even put a sign out front.

Yeah, I don't care if you put in
a steam room and a gift shop.

We're not open for business.

And I figure
we'll open around 9:00.

I'll get here around 8:30,
make a fresh pot of coffee,

which, given the way you drink,
I figure you might need.

What I need is for you to leave

so I can go back to my--
what was it you called it?--

oh, yeah, my sorry-ass,

broken-marriage
cliché of a life.

I didn't say all that.

You were thinking it.

Excuse me.

Can you help me?

Oh, great.
You didn't lock the door.

Are you okay?

I cut my head.
I think I might need stitches.

What happened?

I went outside
to take a bike ride,

but I forgot my helmet,
so I yell up to my roommate

on the third floor
to throw it down.

He did, and, well,
it hit me right in the head.

My helmet hurt my head.

That's pretty ironic, huh?

What are you, a moron?

Haven't you heard of gravity?

Why didn't you just have him
drop a brick on your head?

This is
a doctor's office, right?

I don't know.
Is this a doctor's office?

All right, fine.

L-I'll... I'll take care of him.

- Should he be drinking?
-Hey, hey...

J-Just go on back there,
right around the...

Uh, first room around
the corner, exam room one.

Exam room one?

It was the first room.
I took a shot.

Do you talk to all
your patients like that?

I've been in research.

I haven't had any patients,
just rats.

Well, in the future,
leave customer relations to me,

and I'll leave the doctoring
to you.

Yeah, look, there is no future.

I'm treating this one guy,
and that's it.

And the diploma goes in my-my
office, not the waiting room.

By the way, it's Margaret.

Huh?

My name. It's Margaret.

Whatever.

Margaret,
could you come in here?

Oh, God, every day,
the same thing.

Waits till I'm almost out
of the door.

What is it?
I was just about to leave.

Yeah, well, I'm done with these.
You need to refile them.

Fine.

Oh, one more thing
before you go.

You thought I forgot,
didn't you?

I'd have put money on it.

- Sit down.

Look...

I know most people would make
a big thing out of this,

but that's not me.

- Uh, it's just another day.
-I know.

I don't like speeches or toasts.

- I know.
-Or special occasions.

- I know.
-All right, all right.

If you insist, fine.

Look...

You know I couldn't have
done this without you.

And, well...

I know it, too.

Thank you, Margaret.

- Thank you, John.
-Yeah.

Huh... what the hell.

Mmm.

Well, I'll never forget
that first day.

I'm so glad I talked you
into working here.

Ten years--
that's the longest relationship

I've ever had with any woman.

It probably helped
that I got to go home every day.

Yeah.

Probably.

I suppose you're gonna want me
to give you a raise.

Oh, no, that won't be necessary.

- Really?
-I gave myself one.

H-How much?

Well, more than you
would give me,

but less than I deserve.

No, really. How much?