All language subtitles for s08e13_-_bringing_down_baby

Great news, everyone.

I passed my urine test.

Well, so much for my leek soup.

You know, I think society's gotten out
of control with its testing paranoia. I

mean, who would suspect Bull of taking
drugs?

It's not that kind of test.

It's about how long you can stand
without going to the little boy's room.

Seventeen and a half hours.

Broke my old record by nine minutes.

What kind of test is that?

Part of the bailiff evaluation.

Every three years, they push us to the
limit just to make sure we're fit to

frisk.

Watch it, Ross. Chief Bailiff Reedy at
six o'clock.

Russell,

third general order of a bailiff.

To stand in my post until properly
relieved.

Shannon, seventh general order. To
properly relieve those who stand at

their post.

How many orders are there?

Twenty-three.

And they all include the word stand.

As a group, we're reliable.

Unimaginative, but reliable.

Attitude check, bailiff.

Something I can do for you, sir? The
courthouse will be hosting a special

visitor tonight, and I'm turning him
over to your care.

Why me?

You're being tested because your people
skills are in question.

And who will I be sharpening them on?

Name, McDonald Billy.

Age, 10.

Occupation, television actor.

He will be observing in your court
tonight. We have been ordered to provide

full access.

Why is he coming to our courtroom?

The city has leased it tomorrow night to
shoot what is called a television pilot.

Oh, please, come on, Harry. You're not
going to let him use our courtroom, are

you? You're darn right I'm not. I'm
going to talk to the presiding judge

about this. Suit yourself, but orders
are orders. In fact, sir, we will be

commandeering your office for the
ladies' dressing room.

we'll go and get the minor.

He doesn't like you very much, does he?

He hates me.

Ever since the bailiff picnic when I
kicked his sorry butt in the egg toss.

Now he's getting back at me by making me
look after some Hollywood brat.

He's no brat.

That's Dickie the Dickhead.

From TV, you know.

He's the roughest, toughest, cutest kid
that ever lived on Elm Street.

the luckiest night of my life.

First I pass my year of death, then I
get to be Dickie the Dickie.

Let the good times roll.

Well, Russ, think of it. You could use
this as a chance to distinguish yourself

in Reedy's eyes.

Yeah, well, it is only for one night.

I mean, how bad can it be?

Russell?

Billy, this is Bailiff Russell. If you
need anything, just ask her.

Now, I want you to take good care of our
Billy. He's very particular about...

Okay, Mom.

That's it. Hit the road.

Yes, dear.

What a dump.

Well, he seems nice.

Well, I'm sorry, Miss Stevenson, but I
just can't believe that you made $1,200

in one night simply by selling cookies.

$50 end time, sir.

And let's take a five, people.

X-ray specs.

I tried them. It's a scam.

They don't work.

I'm losing focus.

I'm not.

Can I help you?

Victoria Fillmore, director, the
littlest lawyer.

What are you doing here?

I'm scouting the location and setting my
shots.

Location and shots.

I'm sorry, not according to the
presiding judge, you're not. He assured

me that this court is to serve the
people, not to entertain them. I'm

afraid you're going to have to take your
tinsel town sideshow someplace else.

Wait.

Could you say that again?

Ooh, say that again.

Take your tinsel town sideshow someplace
else?

You said that with a good deal of
authority.

We're going to be using some of the
courthouse workers to capture the

verisimilitude of the judicial milieu.

But I'm sure you wouldn't be interested.

You really think I exude authority?

Not a... Unlike Olivier in Richard III.

More like Kermit in The Muppets Take
Manhattan.

Hey, Vicki, hold on. Where are you
running off to?

And this is the courtroom.

There's the bench.

That's where the lawyers sit.

This is the rift.

And this is the raft.

Russell, front and center.

Stay put.

May I help you?

I'm just here to observe.

Oh.

My sweater's so mad.

Progress report.

I've taken him on a full tour of the
facilities.

Holding, booking, the morgue,
fingerprinting, the morgue.

Why the morgue twice?

He really liked the morgue.

He's a strange kid.

I'm Christine Sullivan.

I'm the public defender.

Do you know what a public defender is?

Do you know how to talk like a normal
person?

What a little kidder.

Hi there, little Dickie.

My boy.

I've watched every single show you ever
did.

Every single show?

Yeah.

Do you still live in that big house on
Elm Street with a white picket fence and

the treehouse you built with your dad?

Next to that cantankerous yet endearing,
wacky next-door neighbor, Mr. Barnes?

You don't get out much, do you?

No.

Russell, what do you call those
purple-like things on your feet?

I call them socks.

Well, they're not regulation.

Are you aware...

that non-issue hosiery can inhibit your
ability to apprehend a prisoner?

I have you know I can kick butt in bunny
slippers.

Sir.

And what do you do?

Oh, I'm the court stenographer.

I hit these little keys and keep a
record of everything that's said in

court.

Gee, why don't they just get an ape and
teach it how to type?

Don't be ridiculous. The union would
never allow that.

Anybody home?

Hey, hey, hey, you can't sit there.

Why not?

Because that's where the district
attorney sits.

I'm going to play a D.A. on TV.

Really use your expertise.

Well, in that case... Mind if I ask you
a few questions?

Fire away, my sawed-off little friend.

Okay.

How do you get the jury's respect?

Well, you have to keep your questions
concise.

Most of all, make sure they see the
label in your $800 suit.

Good. But how do you break a witness?

Well, you've got to plan your attack.

You want to confuse them a little, keep
them off guard.

Of course, I...

Try to go easy on the female defendants
because eventually they're going to be

getting out of prison and probably
they'll be lonely.

Thanks. You've been very helpful.

Note to the writers, use Fielding as a
model for the transsexual psychopath in

episode three.

Well, so why are you cooling your heels
over here when you should be over there

taking care of your assignment?

You're the one who called me over here.
I didn't tell you to grow roots. Get

back. The what? Listen, you erased that,
you little rug rat. Are you going to

witness a felony firsthand?

Leave him alone, Billy.

He started it.

John, I'll show you the roof.

Maybe you can count the stories on the
way down.

They want me to be in their TV show.

You?

Yep. They say I exude authority.

I figure I can handle the part of the
judge.

It's a stretch, but I think you might be
able to pull it off.

Russell, get me something to eat. I'm
hungry.

It's Miss Russell, and have you ever
heard the word please?

You ever heard the word now?

What do you want?

The usual. A few strips of bacon, some
french fries, and a side of onion rings.

That's the usual?

Why don't you just go lick the grill?

Stay put.

Don't move or I'll make you eat liver.

Your own, you nasty loser.

Lean mean bailiffs, get that way!

Lean mean bailiffs, get that way!

Cause we have to stand all day!

Cause we have to stand all day! Sound
off!

Hey,

how you doing, Ross?

You wouldn't happen to know where I
could get my hands on a really big

croquet mallet, would you?

Oh, come on, Roz. You've had tougher
assignments than this before?

With children, you just have to be
patient.

And your patience will be rewarded with
a smile.

Dr. Spock?

Hello, Billy.

Okay, I know.

We got off to a rocky start, but I
really want to be your friend.

Okay. See?

You know, friend, while I'm in town, you
should go see my makeup man. Oh, really?

Yeah, he'll scrape 10, 20 years off you
just like that.

Excuse me. I'm going to go find that
croquet mallet.

What's your problem?

You were incredibly rude.

People around here are so sensitive.

What's this green stuff?

Some call it broccoli.

This is not what I asked for. What you
asked for was toxic.

Oh, right. You're going to lecture me
about diets? I don't think so. Don't get

me what I want.

Billy, let me let you in on a little
secret.

What? I hate you.

Why? Because you're a spoiled, rotten,
rude, self-centered pain in the butt.

And the only reason I don't grind you
into the linoleum is because I don't

want to lose my job.

Oh, yeah?

Suppose I report your little tirade to
your supervisor.

He won't believe you.

The only reason I don't grind you into
the linoleum... Oh, he won't.

Oh, you dirty little blackmailer. I
ought to ram this broccoli down.

What are you doing?

Uh, I'm making Mr. Broccoli dance.

Okay, Billy, it's time to go back to the
hotel. You know you've got a lot of work

ahead of you tomorrow.

I don't think so.

See you tomorrow, Miss Russell.

Let's go, Mom.

Mom!

Well, it looks like your people skills
are improving.

Littlest Lawyer, scene 12.

The script says, all rise.

Geez, you would have thought I would
have known that one.

Secondly, you might try saying the line
like a real person.

Reality on television. That's an
interesting idea.

Why don't you work on it?

What happened? You blow your line again,
Brando?

I just don't know what I'm doing wrong.

Well, you're 40, you're not married, and
there's something to be said about

proper grooming.

I think he's talking about his line,
Bull.

Oh, well, don't feel bad, sir. You only
had one day to learn that line. Took me

three years.

Don't worry, sir. You'll get it.

You know what I can't believe, Harry, is
that you'd even lower yourself to take

part in the frivolity of TV.

Come on, Dan. I'm giving all the money
that I earned to charity.

Besides, it's fun. I mean, when else am
I going to get the chance to be on

national television?

You could sleep with an evangelist.

What does a bailiff handbook say about
committing suicide before completing an

assignment? I'm pretty sure you won't
get your pension.

Ross, I know he's bad, but is he bad?

Bad?

Did you see the home?

Yeah, well, this kid has four sixes on
his head.

How do you know they're not nine?

What are you doing out here? You're
supposed to be inside with me.

I was getting some air.

You want some air? I'll order you some.

Billy, honey, we're ready for you.

Here, hold this. And see if you can get
somebody to scrape the nuts off of it.

What kind of fool would do that?

I saw Mr.

Riley standing over her, holding a gun.

Stop him. He shot her and killed
himself.

Fine, fine actress, isn't she?

I think the bulk of her talent is in
that sweater.

Obviously, you haven't seen her from
behind.

You told the police you heard the first
shot at 5 p.m. while you were in the

sauna. Is that correct?

Yes.

No, Mrs. Appleby. You were in the cabana
killing Maria and Mr. Riley.

No, that's a lie.

Is it?

All right, I did it.

But he deserved it.

He said he loved me.

And he was... And he was, uh... Oh,
what's my next line?

Cut! Billy, I'm really sorry.

Hey, that's okay. Everybody's entitled
to a few mistakes.

Maybe the kid has a heart after all.

Dumper.

That's unbelievable.

Can he do that?

It's in his contract.

He gets to do one unnecessary cruelty
per day.

I'm so sorry, Miranda.

I went to the mat for you. To the mat?

Oh, this whole project is stupid anyway.

Whoever dreamed up the idea of a
10-year-old lawyer? A 12-year-old

network executive.

Excuse me, I just wanted to say that
I've been watching your direction. It's

quite astounding. I mean, it's peppered
with shadings of Truffaut, Godard, Igba

Begmans, wild stewardesses.

Wild strawberries.

Oh, yeah, I like that scene, too.
Listen, do you take direction as well as

you give it?

Well, that depends on who's holding the
bullhorn.

Billy?

some pictures for you to sign.

For God's sake, Mother, forget how to
use the rubber stamp.

Stop standing around here and get me
something to drink. I'm thirsty.

Right away, dear.

How can you talk to her like that?

Like what?

Like a servant. She is your mother.

She likes to run around. Besides, it's
not like she doesn't get paid for it.

In session.

What do you think?

Well, you know Don Amici.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

Well, sure.

Oh, Roz, I am so glad to have this
chance. I cannot tell you how happy we

all are to have you here.

Billy.

so much more relaxed with you around.

You call that relaxed?

Oh, yeah, you're like a miracle worker.

Look, maybe this is none of my business,
but don't you think he's a little bossy?

Oh, well, you know how ten-year-olds are
and make them a star on top of that.

Well, he's just under a lot of pressure.

Yeah, he's running out of people to
insult.

Look, just because your son is some kind
of celebrity, that doesn't give him the

right to act like Adolph Toddler.

Doesn't that bother you?

I mean, you are his mother. I am also
his manager.

Look, Ross, Billy chose this career ever
since he did his first soap commercial

at two months. Show business has been
his life.

What did he do, squirt a message out
with his milk bottle?

A two-month-old isn't old enough to make
decisions for himself, and neither is a

ten-year-old. Well, that's why he needs
me as his manager.

He needs you as his mother.

Look, you're not doing your son any
favors by letting him think this

behavior is okay, because one of these
days, somebody's going to put their foot

down, and Billy's going to be under it.

Say,

Dickie? I don't mean to bother you, but
would you mind signing my autograph

book?

Roz, make yourself useful. Get this
chrome-domed freak of nature away from

me.

All right, that's it.

Send for the littlest lawyer to meet the
big, bad bailiff.

You are the meanest, most arrogant,
obnoxious little brat I have ever met in

my life.

You only want me around because nobody
else can stand you.

Well, let me tell you something. I can't
stand you either. And you can take your

little blackmail tape and do whatever
you want with it. I have had enough.

You can't talk to Billy like that. Not
like that.

Oh, shut up, you overpaid parrot.

And you, you don't care about Billy at
all. All you care about is keeping him

happy long enough to do your stupid TV
show.

It goes for all of you.

You're an army of yes-men.

And a child needs to hear the word no
once in a while.

Russell, you are out of order.

And I'm also out of patience.

I'm a bailiff, and I do a damn good job.

But if you're looking for somebody to
mother this child, I suggest you talk to

his manager.

That does it. You are on report.

On report? I want her fired!

Be quiet, Billy.

What? I said shut up.

Are you talking to me?

Yes, I am, William Fenmore McDonald.

She hasn't called me that in six years.

Speaking as your mother, there's going
to be some changes around here.

You, me, your dressing room, now.

I don't know anything about any report.

24th General Order of a Bayless.

But there are only 23.

There are 24 now.

The new one is Don't Mess With Raj.

That's a nice addition. I'll remember
it.

If anybody's looking for me, I'll be at
home shooting my television set.

back to work, we'll shoot the opening.

Where's my bailiff?

I'm all set. I mean, I know my line. But
I have this question about my

motivation. Oh, I'm really sorry, Judge
Stone. Somebody should have told you.

I'm afraid we had to recast the part. We
decided to go with someone more

experienced. You're right where you are,
BF.