All language subtitles for S07E03 - The Cop and the Lady

Oh, Roz!

Rozalyn Rozal!

Come on, Roz.

She a sport.

Smile.

I'm warning you, Bull. Get that thing
out of my face.

I hate having my picture taken.

Really? Since when?

Since somebody told me my baby pictures
look like slappy white.

Bull, what's with the camera? I'm
sending a tape to Mom.

I thought I'd show her the real
nitty-gritty of my workaday world.

Look, Ma, here's that Formica pattern
I've been telling you about.

Fascinating as the table is, don't you
think your shots lean a bit on the dull

side? Oh, I got plenty of action, Harry.
You should have seen the fellow scramble

when I took my zoom lens into the men's
room.

By the way, this came for you. Thank
you.

Probably a big merci beaucoup from a
special someone.

How do you suppose she got your real
name?

You guys want to hear it? No, not
particularly.

Okay. Dear Dan, I want you.

I dream about you.

The recent date goes by that I don't
want you.

You die today, pig face.

Signed, The Prince of Death.

Come on, Dan. You get death threats all
the time.

Yeah, didn't you get one last month from
that senior citizens group?

Gutless geezer.

What are they going to do, stone me with
prunes?

This guy is serious, Harry. Look, I
mean, he even included an itinerary of

my every move.

Do you really see an herbal sexologist?

Yes.

Crazy maniac. He's probably got his
beady little eyes on me right now.

I'm looking for Fielding. He's got a
gun!

Eat me, Sprozo!

Oh, geez, lady, I'm a cop.

Ah, you must be Detective Giuliano.

I'm Judge Stone. The lump behind the
sofa is Dan Fielding. And, of course,

you've met the lovely and beguiling Miss
Sullivan.

Sean. Well, I'm really terribly sorry,
but it was an honest mistake considering

the way you're dressed.

I mean, look at you.

You... You have doggy-do on your shoes.

I'm undercover. I put it there.

I thought Dan might feel better if you
took a look at this.

Dear Dan Dye Pigface. Yep, looks like
our boy, all right. Ex-con by the name

of Norman Snite.

Norman Snite?

No wonder he calls himself the Prince of
Death.

Well, apparently he came through your
courtroom about three months ago.

Attempted murder?

Enormous buck teeth.

Oh, that enormous, Snipes.

Yeah, yeah, well, it seems he's very
sensitive about those teeth.

Is there any chance maybe you made some
comment that might be construed as

unkind or insensitive?

Oh, I mean, who knows?

Maybe I might have said something he
misinterpreted.

Such as, Snipes, you're lucky you
haven't been shot for the ivory.

And Mr. Thinskin takes it the wrong way.

Well, no wonder he turned to violence.

All his life, people have focused on his
physical flaws and failed to see the

real human being within.

Let me guess.

You sleep with stuffed animals, right?

I don't see what that has to do with
anything.

Could we please get back to what's
important here?

Me.

Keep your pits dry, Fielding.

As long as Tony Giuliano's on the job,
nobody's going to lay a finger on you.

I'm the best.

I'm the best.

I'm the best.

What a conceited jerk.

I hope he falls flat on his face.

Well, thanks for the concern!

You have a post-it on your butt.

Shouldn't you be over there protecting
Dan?

I got it covered, Sullivan.

Believe me, after ten years on the
streets, I know creeps like tonight and

how they think.

Oh, oh, like I don't?

I suggest you hang around this courtroom
for a while and see the kind of scum I

deal with every day.

Call the Sisters of Mercy and Father
Ryan.

me know if you need any backup.

Oh, Mac, say it ain't so. Not another
senseless bingo riot.

Well, Your Honor, actually, the sisters
were about to board a train for a

weekend retreat when Father Ryan here
discovered a portable TV in their

personal belongings and confiscated it.
They insist on watching Hunter.

Your Honor, Father Ryan believes
television to be a cesspool of

vulgarity, immorality, and indecency.

It's even better if you got cable.

Like Fred Dreyer.

He makes Charlton Heston look like a
wuss.

Where's the TV now?

In a locker in Grand Central Station
where it can rot for all I care.

I'm willing to go to jail for my
principles.

Be a pity to miss that Notre Dame game
this weekend.

They were on the tube.

Maybe we could...

Work something out.

You bring back the TV and I'll dismiss
the charges.

All right.

Case dismissed.

But we're staying here until we get it.

You don't trust a priest?

We're still waiting for the kneeling
patch he promised us four years ago.

What a shame.

Dan just threw his away.

All right, wait a minute. Look, what if
the nutty assassin doesn't do the job

here? I mean, what if he waits until I'm
home in bed?

Don't worry, I'll be there with you.

Hey, you've never seen me in my baby
doll.

You make death seem attractive.

As you can see, Mom, that cupcake looked
mighty tempting.

But I've cut out the sweets until I'm
regular again.

Maybe I can help you with this little
project of yours. I'm a bit of a

cinephile. In fact, back in college, I
shot some amazing shorts.

No offense, Harry, but that's nothing I
want to show Mom.

Excuse me, but this is where I usually
sit.

Oh, pardon me.

I guess I didn't see your place card.

You are going to eat that cucumber?

No. Would you like it?

Yeah.

Please, allow me to introduce you to a
handy little gadget.

Oh, I've seen one of those.

In fact, why don't you just use it on my
entire set?

I don't want it anymore now that you've
got your filthy undercover cooties on

it. You going to eat that one?

tight on you, the urban everyman.

And then, in a classic noir homage, I
reveal the symbols of the modern

civilization.

How's it sound to the Prince of Death?

I don't know. Has she gotten any better?

Hey, Bucky, you ought to be glad to get
anybody after you threaten the life of a

well-respected public official like me.
Who do you think is going to represent

you?

Maybe you didn't hear the question.

Here we go.

Mi casa es tu casa.

You can use the phone, but don't feed
the armadillo.

Have a seat.

I'll call headquarters for a ride.

Why don't you just tie a rope around his
neck and drag him down there?

That's telling him. You have gotten a
lot better.

Look, Sullivan, I think I can handle
this phone call by myself.

Oh, I have no intention of leaving you
alone with my client. You're violent,

you're irrational. Yeah, I'll hold. And
you owe me $2.65 for a salad. Are you

kidding me or what? I am perfectly
willing to throw in the roll.

I don't believe this.

Here.

The pointy end goes towards the
prisoner.

Here, here's three bucks. Keep the
change.

Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you? Then
you could hold that 35 cents over my

head for the rest of my life.

My gun, please. Yes, I'm still holding.

Well, I can't understand you. Try taking
the donut out of your mouth.

Your change.

Are you happy now?

I'm ecstatic.

to finish the job on fielding.

You do, and you can just find yourself
another attorney.

I'll keep that in mind.

Arrivederci!

Oh, God!

We've got to get out of here before he
finds Dad.

What a day not to wear my underwire.

You could do that.

And miss the show?

It's locked.

Help!

Help! Save your breath, Sullivan. We're
next to the boiler. Nobody's going to

hear you.

Well, somebody ought to be down here any
minute.

This is a wrecker's vault.

You think so, huh?

Elvis.

Guess you don't know that version.

Turn it off unless you want to spend the
night trying to pass a lens cap.

Yes, ma'am.

Ron, have you seen Miss Sullivan? I
can't find her anywhere.

We've got bigger problems.

He's back.

right in the face and brought it
whimpering to its knees, it makes you

realize there's nothing left out there
to fear.

Ha!

Oh, great. That was my

Bloomingdale's card.

What do you think you're doing?

Talking here.

The heat never affects me.

You know, before you get any ideas, I
just want you to know I have never been

attracted to macho type.

Oh, my.

You know, they really should be missing
us soon.

Unless, of course, Dan's already been
killed, in which case they won't be

thinking about us.

Oh, God, this is all my fault.

No, it's not.

Oh, you're just saying that.

I wish.

I made a cardinal mistake for a cop.

I let myself get distracted.

By me, I suppose.

Yeah, by you.

You remind me of an old friend of mine.

Mario.

Mario? Yeah, he and I used to mix it up
pretty good. I'd say yes, he'd say no.

I'd say black, he'd say white. Just like
you, he was a great pain in the butt.

Oh, God, I miss him.

Maybe if you were to work on your people
skills, you would keep your friends

longer.

Ten years ago, he was shot to death by a
mugger.

Oh.

Sorry.

Yeah, me too.

After that, I gotta tell you, finishing
up my master's degree at NYU didn't seem

so damn important anymore.

So, I enrolled in the police academy,
and the rest, as they say, is history.

Master's degree?

Yeah, English literature.

At New York University?

Yeah. The one with all the big buildings
and the ivy.

Yes.

Prove it. What?

Prove it. Recite something. Hey, I don't
have to prove it.

I knew it.

All right. All right. Fine.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever.

Its loveliness increases.

It will never pass into nothingness, but
still will keep a bower quiet for us and

a sleep full of sweet dreams and health
and quiet

breathing.

Gosh, I love Shakespeare.

It's Keats.

Oh, right.

Boy, it is getting warm in here.

So, why does a guy like you who loves
poetry want to risk his life on the

streets every day?

Because every time I put some creep
away, I feel like I'm making a

difference. Hey, I like working for the
good guys, Sullivan.

I like thinking that because of me,
maybe somebody else's best friend makes

it home in one piece.

Do you always put this much feeling into
everything you do?

Hey, I'm Italian.

Besides,

What's life without passion?

Nothing.

You thought the boiler room was
exciting?

Wait till you see the records, Paul.

It's where I come when I'm in the mood
for flamenco.

Gates! Sorry.

Guess I'll be looking for a new dance
spot.

He was bull.

Oh.

Help

Dan!

He's fine, and you're back, and you're
safe, and you're wet.

By the time the guys from security got
up there, he was gone.

Damn, I better find him before Snipe
does.

Roz, if you find Dan, hold on to him.

Okay, but just so you know, I don't take
a bullet for any man.

Unless, of course, it might lead to
something.

Like that hickey.

Well, sir, you won't be needing me.

Like your lipstick was put on by
Picasso?

Well, there is a perfectly logical
explanation for it, sir. You see, we

were trapped down the records vault and
it was... Well, it was really hot down

there.

That's it?

Pretty much.

Well, that's perfectly understandable.
In a time of crisis, some people rise to

the occasion.

Others run down to the basement to play
kissy face.

Your Honor, but it appears that some
hooligan has stolen Sister Catherine's

personal effects.

Oh, what kind of lowlife would filch
something from a nun?

I have a confession to make of a very
personal nature.

Oh, well, why don't we come and sit down
over here, my child?

Thank you, sister.

Oh, I am ashamed to say that I have just
had an impulsive carnal liaison with a

man.

About this liaison, I need details for
true forgiveness.

I don't know where to start.

Were you naked?

No.

No.

We just, we just kissed.

Oh, I see my child. Did he stick his
tongue down your...

She did, Fielding. Now say your prayers.

Help!

Now this doesn't mean I've changed my
mind about television.

I still believe our faith is nurtured
through peace and tranquility.

Help!

He's got a gun!

Gotcha, Fielding. You can't call Norman
Snipe names and live to brag.

up watching Hunter.

Oh, damn. Thank God you're safe.

You can get up now.

Yeah, I know. I was just hoping to catch
a little peek.

Okay,

okay, okay.

No, then, young man.

That is stolen property you're wearing.

Well, uh, technically, it's, um,
borrowed.

Oh, a rationalizer.

Why don't we just have a chat?

Wait a minute. You're out of your
jurisdiction, you know. I'm Amish.

Okay, let's go, Snipe.

Detective?

Um, before you go, I'd just like to say
that what happened downstairs, you know,

was totally out of character for me.

I know. I mean, if the truth be told, no
offense, but you're not really my type.

I know. So I think it would be best if
we just...

talked it up to, oh, one of those crazy
things and went along our merry way.

Agreed?

I'll call you tomorrow.

Okay.

Well, Mom, that's pretty much my day
here at Criminal Court Part 2.

Goodnight, courtroom.

Goodnight, shoeshine stand.

Goodnight, telephone.

Goodnight. Oops!

Well, I thought we discussed this.