All language subtitles for My.Favorite.Martian.S02E09.Double.Trouble.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-NTb_Subtítulos01.ENG

(perky music)

- Uncle Martin, you're still up?

You know, it's two o'clock.

- Tim, the creative mind
doesn't punch a time clock.

Do you suppose
Shakespeare put down

his quill when the
noon whistle blew?

- What is that, a
submarine for midgets?

- Why must you Earth
people try to conceal

your lack of knowledge with
feeble attempts at levity?

You are looking
at the first model

of the inframolecular
electronic duplicator.

- [Tim] A duplicating machine?

They make those
things by the dozens.

- Except that mine will
produce solid replicas,

identical in every
respect with the original.

- That will manufacture solid
objects out of thin air?

- Mmm-hmmm.

- Oh now, come on.

I mean I've been kidded by
experts, but that can't be done.

- Why can't it be done?

- Well because it, uh, um.

Because it can't.

(audience laughing)

Have fun with you toy,
you'll be laughing

at this first thing
in the morning.

That can't be done!

- Tim, you're absolutely
right, it can't be done.

(perky music)

(futuristic music)

(playful orchestral theme music)

- I'd better stop,
this place is beginning

to look like we're setting
up for a two for one sale.

(audience laughing)

- That's uncanny, well I can't
tell it from the real thing.

- Well they're both
real, anything the lens

can see, the machine can copy.

- Well then what
are we waiting for?

I saw a beautiful Colonial
mansion in Beverly Hills,

it has tennis courts,
and a swimming pool.

Oh no, wait wait, there
is this magnificent

sea-going yacht down at Balboa.

(loud beeping)

What happened?

It's gone, it vanished.

- That's what I was
trying to tell you, Tim.

The lifespan of the
duplicates is rather limited.

- Oh, well then
those beeping noises,

that's so to let you know that
the objects are fading away.

(loud beeping)

You sure built me up
for a big let-down.

There goes my mansion, my yacht.

Uncle Martin, I think
I'm going to cry.

(audience laughing)

Come on in.

- Yoo-hoo!

I just wanted to try out
my new hair-do on you.

I did it myself, do you like it?

- Mrs. Brown, no landlady has
a right to look so beautiful!

As a matter of fact, I must say

I am tempted to
raise my own rent.

However, I'm sure
you didn't climb up

10 stairs just to
get my opinion.

Hang on, I'll get an expert.

- Tim, why didn't you
prepare me for this vision?

Where are my dark glasses?

- Oh Martin, I'm so glad
you like my new hairdo.

Oh I hope it looks
Polynesian, Detective Brennan

is taking me to
the Tonga Tiki Room

and I don't want it to
clash with the decor.

- Oh, Detective Brennan
is taking you out?

- Yes, oh he's so thoughtful.

He sent me these beautiful
orchids, aren't they lovely?

- Yes indeed, although just
a wee mite anemic looking.

Oh, but don't worry, I'm sure
they'll last out the evening,

if you water them regularly.

- Now Martin, I wish you could

learn to like Bill,
just a little.

- Believe me, Lorelei, I
do like him, just a little.

- As little as possible.

(audience laughing)

- The light is so bad
in here, do you mind

if I use your bedroom mirror?

- Oh, please do.

- Thank you.

- You know something, she
is really a great gal.

- Yes indeed, she's the
only one of her kind.

- Why thank you, Martin.

(audience laughing)

- I forgot to turn it off!

- Tim, how could you do that?

- Well, it's easy if
you haven't got a brain.

Do you mean to tell me that that

is an exact duplicate
of the other one?

- Identical in every respect,
but a lot less permanent.

We've got to get rid of her
before the real one comes back!

- The light's so bad in here,

do you mind if I use
your bedroom mirror?

(audience laughing)

- No no no, Mrs. Brown,
you don't want to use

that mirror in there, because
it's distorted, from the smog.

Oh but Tim has a much better
mirror in his automobile.

- Yes, it's a
marvelous new mirror,

it has high lights, low lights,
key lights, flood lights.

- Come to think of
it, there's a much

better mirror right
there in the kitchen!

You go right there
in the kitchen.

- Have you flipped
your antennas?

- The cop's coming!

- Sorry to barge in like this,

but Lorelei isn't downstairs,

and I thought she
might be up here.

- She is, she is, very much so.

(audience laughing)

- Lorelei told me you
were a would-be inventor,

I suppose this is one
of your kooky creations.

What is it, a carrying
case for hamsters?

(audience laughing)

- Detective Brennan,
why don't you stick

to putting chalk marks
on tires of parked cars.

- Temper, temper.

Oh by the way, if
you're thinking

of inventing the
telephone, don't bother.

Alexander Graham
Bell beat you to it.

- Aloha!

- Ah, Lorelei,
aren't you lovely.

We better hurry, we
have a reservation.

- Bye Martin, or as we
Polynesians say, aloha!

Oh dear, I forgot my hankie.

- Tim!

- Shhhh shhhh shhhh,
you gotta whisper.

- Whisper?

- Yeah, well you don't want
to steam up the mirror.

- This is your idea of a mirror?

- Oh yeah, it's
a lot better than

a glass one, I'll tell you why.

You see, if you drop it,
no seven years bad luck.

And to polish it all you
gotta use is steel wool.

(audience laughing)

- You're acting
absolutely giddy.

Aloha, here I am Bill!

How do I look?

- Lovely, get your hankie?

- My hankie? Oh yes.

- Bye Martin, bye Tim!

Or as we Polynesians say, aloha!

- Uncle Martin, you just
let him waltz out of here

with the duplicate, why
didn't you stop him?

- What do you expect me to say?

Sorry old man, you're
making a mistake,

if you wait a minute I'll
get you the original.

- I'm ready, Bill.

Where is he?

- Where is he?

Um, Detective Brennan was
broken-hearted, Lorelei,

but he had an emergency
call from headquarters,

and he had to get down there
right this very minute.

- Yes, something
about a crime wave.

- I suppose duty comes first.

Well I do wish those criminals
would be more considerate!

Right at dinnertime!

(audience laughing)

- Sinus problem?

- Shhhh!

- What are you doing?

- I was computing the second
Mrs. Brown's life expectancy.

I'm afraid she isn't a very
good insurance risk, Tim.

She's due to
disappear in exactly

seven minutes and 12 seconds.

- Holy smokes, that
means she could conk out

somewhere between the pineapple

spare ribs and
the egg foo young!

(audience laughing)

(laughing)

Oh, I'd love to see the
look on Brennan's face

when Mrs. Brown tells
him she was home

waiting for him
all evening long.

- He is a detective, Tim,
and I'm more concerned

with the look on my
face when he starts

asking embarrassing questions,

questions that might lead to him

finding out that I'm a Martian!

- Oh yeah, well it's all
my fault, Uncle Martin.

I guess you think I'm
a blithering idiot.

- Tim, everyone is
entitled to a mistake.

There's only one thing to
do, we've got to substitute

the real Lorelei
for the phony one.

- Well that's just what
I was going to say.

(audience laughing)

- I know, I'll
drive you car down

to the Tonga Tiki Room to
survey the battlefield.

You think you can get Lorelei

there without arousing
her suspicions?

- Don't worry, I'll
come through this time.

(soft Polynesian music)

- Something to drink, please?

- What's the host special?

- A Surfboard.

- Lorelei, would you
care for a Surfboard?

- A Surfboard?

Well I don't know, I
don't swim very well.

(audience laughing)

- We'll take two.

- Tim are you sure that Bill
said to wait for him here.

- Yes yes, as a matter of fact,

he called right after
you went downstairs.

- Psst psst psst!

- Uh, Mrs. Brown, why
don't you sit down

and just don't
move from that spot

because I know you
wouldn't want to miss him.

I'll be back before
you can say mahi mahi.

(audience laughing)

Private O'Hara reporting, sir.

What's the strategy, General?

- I've got it worked
out to the split second.

A, in exactly 30 seconds,
the surplus Mrs. Brown

will go right in there
to wash her hands.

Now B, the moment
she's safely inside,

you steal Lorelei over
to Brennan's table.

Alright, synchronize watches.

- I have one little
question for you.

What makes you think
that Mrs. Surplus

is going to go in there
and wash her hands?

- Tim, that's why
you're the Private,

and I'm the General.

(audience laughing)

- Aloha!

- Aloha to you, my
little jungle flower!

- You like to take
native doll with you?

- That all depends on what
time native doll gets off work.

(audience laughing)

(soft Polynesian music)

- [Lorelei] This is a Surfboard?

- Good.

- Mmmmmm, delicious.

- Mmmmmm.

(audience laughing)

- Oh my goodness, these
shells may be exotic,

but they're certainly
not practical, excuse me.

- Oh Tim, I think I
should phone Bill.

- Yeah, well you go right ahead.

(audience laughing)

Oh well, look at that.

(audience laughing)

- Oh I'm sorry!

Well, it was just an accident!

(audience laughing)

Well excuse me.

- Oh Tim!

- Oh, right there, look
keep this warm will you,

till I get back to Mandalay.

(audience laughing)

- Isn't that ridiculous,
why Detective Brennan

must have been in the
dining room the whole time!

- Well of course, we're
having dinner here!

- Yes, well you
don't want to miss,

well you don't want
to keep him waiting.

(audience laughing)

- Bill, you'll never guess
who's here, Tim O'Hara!

And he's acting so peculiarly!

You wouldn't believe it.

- Oh yes I would.

(audience laughing)

Living with that Uncle
of his, I don't wonder.

- Now Bill that's an

(beeping)

awful thing to say!

Martin is a very intelligent

(beeping)

- Lorelei, I'm afraid that
drink was too strong for you.

- Oh nonsense, I never felt

(beeping)

in my entire

(beeping)

(audience laughing)

- What time did you
say you got off work?

- I didn't.

- Uh, excuse me.

- Of course.

- Good work, now to get
the duplicate out of here,

on some pretext, drive her
around for about 12 minutes,

and our troubles are over.

- Martin!

What are you doing here?

- Now now, don't get
excited Mrs. Brown,

there's a fireman at your house.

- A fire, oh my goodness!

I better get home right away!

- Of course.

(audience laughing)

Tim!

(audience laughing)

(loud beeping)

Oh Lorelei, uh, would you
excuse us a minute please?

- What did you stop for,
didn't you hear her beep?

She's starting to disintegrate!

- An excellent analysis,
except for one thing.

The beeps aren't
coming from her,

they're coming from her.

- Oh, that's
impossible, I never took

my eye off that
door for one second.

- I get off work at
midnight, sweetie pie.

(audience laughing)

- Not for one second?

- Oh well, maybe just one tiny

- Martin, Tim, the fire!

- Fire, oh Lorelei, I'm afraid
I said there was a fireman

at your house, selling
tickets to the annual ball.

- Yeah, he'll be back tomorrow.

- Lorelei, did you see
Konokipoki, the Samoan rain god?

They say he's guaranteed
to produce showers

if one concentrates
on him long enough.

- Oh, that's silly.

However, my petunias have
been drooping lately.

- Then concentrate.

- What's up?

- I don't know why I didn't
think of this sooner.

The duplicator, by
reversing the mechanism,

I can pick the exact time

of our other Mrs.
Brown's disappearance.

- Do you mean erase
her? Rub her out?

- Don't make it sound like
I'm public enemy number one!

You just keep the
real Lorelei busy.

- Well where'll you be?

- As soon as I
get my duplicator,

I'll be back behind
that divider.

(audience laughing)

(suspenseful music)

(audience laughing)

(suspenseful music)

(audience laughing)

- Listen, I don't know
how much longer I can

keep Lorelei out there,
I'm running out of excuses.

- Now, to put the
machine into reverse,

so that it will
erase the subject.

And in exactly one
minute, she'll be

gone but not forgotten.

- Bon voyage!

(audience laughing)

- Steady the machine!

Perfect, quick, get
Brennan on the phone

and keep him there
until she's obliterated!

- Right, right.

- Lorelei, are you alright?

You look so pale.

- Oh, it must be the
lights, I always look

(beeping)

under

(beeping)

lights.

(audience laughing)

- Detective Brennan?

- That's right.

- You're wanted on
the telephone, sounds
very important.

- Oh, thank you.

Excuse me.

- Is you drink alright, madam?

- Oh yes, thank
you, it's perfectly

(beeping)

(audience laughing)

- Hello?

- [Tim] Are you there?

- Yes?

- Constable Brennan?

(audience laughing)

- Detective Brennan.

(affected laughing)

- Quite, yes yes, well
sir you see I'm calling

from Wiffen Park Studios
in London, England,

and we've decided, sir, to shoot

a motion picture of your life.

- Your studio wants to
make a picture about me?

- Quite quite, you see it's
a hard hitting documentary,

about a Yankee lawman.

Now you were chosen, sir, uh,

(audience laughing)

- Hello?

- Uh, do mind holding onto
the line for one second, sir?

You can speak to our producer!

(audience laughing)

What happened?

- Somebody changed the switch
from erase to duplicate.

- Who?

- Guess who.

- Well, uh.

Well it must've happened I guess

when I helped you
try to steady it.

But how come it duplicated
him but not her?

- Because it cannot
duplicate a duplicate.

- Bill, well if I hadn't seen
you I'd still be waiting!

- Lorelei, I think
you got a bad coconut.

I told you the two of them would

(beeping)

to your

(beeping)

(audience laughing)

- Can you hear what
they're saying?

- Enough to know that he's
beeping and she isn't.

- You mean, the real Mrs.
Brown and the phony Brennan?

- And from the decibel
count of his beep,

I'd say he's going
to vanish at about

the same time as
the ersatz Lorelei.

(audience laughing)

- Hello? Are you there?

Is anybody there?

- I bought this
one, do you like it?

- Beautiful, oh let's go,
Lorelei, the show's starting!

I hope that moron who called
me got his money's worth.

(chanting and drumming)

(applauding)

- Oh great, now
Brennan and Mrs. Brown

are going to see
themselves disappear!

- Don't just sit there,
do something, anything!

- We've still got
30 seconds to go.

(chanting and drumming)

(audience laughing)

(loud beeping)

- Ha hey!

- My, wasn't that spectacular?

- It certainly was.

- Well, he's your lei.

- Oh, thank you.

Well it's nice of
you to buy it for me.

(audience laughing)

(perky orchestral music)

- Oh no, not again!

(loud clanking and banging)

- Tim?

- Yeah.

- I was working
on something here,

do you know where it's gone?

- Yes, as a matter
of fact, I do.

It's in the ash can,
smashed to smithereens.

- What?

- Well, Uncle Martin, come on,

didn't you have enough trouble
with that last duplicator?

Well if you can't
take care of yourself,

your favorite nephew's
gonna do it for you.

- [Martin] Tim.

- Yeah?

- Do you know what you just did?

- No.

- You smashed the entire
works of our television set!

(audience laughing)

- Oh come on, Uncle Martin,
you're pulling my leg.

(audience laughing)

- I had 10 payments
left on that.

I think I'm going to cry.

(playful orchestral theme music)