All language subtitles for My.Favorite.Martian.S03E16.Whos.Got.a.Secret.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-NTb_Subtítulos01.ENG

- Oh yoohoo, Tim!

Don't forget now.

You and Martin
promised to attend

the Ladies Cooking Conversation

and Civil Defense League
Buffet this afternoon.

We're having a four
star general for lunch.

- Oh?

Baked, fried, or boiled?

(audience laughing)

- Oh Tim, really.

He's our guest not
the main course.

- Well I just
thought Mrs. Brown,

I've been chewed out
by so many generals.

I thought I'd like to
chew on one for a while.

(audience laughing)

- Uncle Martin, I'm home!

Uncle Martin?

(audience laughing)

You're--

- Spare me your power
of description, Tim.

I'm fully aware my EWS
is turning me on and off.

- Your EWS?

- My early warning system.

- You're kidding.

- Hardly.

A martian sense of
humor is much too subtle

for us to resort to
physical forms of comedy.

(audience laughing)

- Well look it,

you mean to tell me
that you actually have

an early warning system
built inside of you?

- Well now, what's so difficult
to understand about that?

You earthlings have a
much more primitive system

that functions along
the same lines.

I believe you call it intuition.

Our sixth sense is naturally
much more highly developed.

- Well I mean, I've heard
of people popping off before

but this is ridiculous.

Sorry.

But listen, what do you
think it is your EWS

is trying to warn you about?

I mean it couldn't be
Mrs. Brown's general.

Could it?

Or maybe it's the Ladies
of the Cooking Conversation

and Civil Defense League?

- I don't know.

The EWS simply makes me aware

that something drastic
is about to happen.

(car honking)

(audience laughing)

- Hiya, sis!

How are ya?

(mumbles)

- Hey, Uncle Martin.

I wouldn't go down
there right now.

In your present condition,
that wouldn't be too wise.

- Don't worry, Tim.

I'm through popping.

Whatever I was
being warned about

has just arrived.

(suspense music)

(beeping)

(beeping)

(quirky music)

(upbeat music)

(laughing)

- Oh Evan, my little brother.

It's so good to see you again.

- Oh now, now, sis.

Let's not have any tears.

This is a $200 suit.

Not one of those drip dry jobs.

- Oh, Alvin.

Martin, Tim, come on down.

I want you to meet
my brother Alvin.

He's coming to spend
a few days with me.

- We'll be right
there Mrs. Brown.

A few days?

With all that luggage
it'll take him

that long just to unpack.

(audience laughing)

- Martin, huh?

Well you must be the inventor

Lorelei is always
writing to me about.

I'm glad we finally met.

You know, I got a
feeling we can do

big things together O'Hara.

With the right idea, knowing
how and where the market is--

- That'll be 8.75 mister.

Including the tip that I
laid out for to the red cap

back at the airport.

- 8.75, right.

How about that?

I haven't got a
dollar in cash on me.

I've been so busy I haven't
had a chance to cash a check.

One of you fellas
have a ten spot

until I can write out a check?

- Well, I--

- Thanks.

(audience laughing)

Here we are, there you go fella.

And for the meter,
the rest is for you.

- [Cab Driver] Well thanks.

- Thank you very much.

Well now.

How about you fellas lending
a hand with the luggage?

- Sure.

- Right, you grab those three.

Martin, you take
the other three.

Lorelei.

(audience laughing)

- Tim, was it Will
Rogers who said

he never met a man
he didn't like?

- Mmhmm.

- Well, it's a (mumbles)
he never met Alvin.

(audience laughing)

- Well I'm glad you
asked gentlemen.

As a matter of fact--
- Now, now,

don't you monopolize
the General, Alvin.

- Thank you, sis.

- I'm so glad you
ladies could come.

You having a good time boys?

- Oh, it's great.

Thanks, Mrs. Brown.
- Good.

- Well, I see Alvin wasting
no time in cornering

the visiting brass.

I wonder what kind of
line he's feeding him.

- I don't know Tim.

But when he's through talking,
it wouldn't surprise me

if the general's discovered
a new secret weapon.

- A new secret weapon?

- Mmhmm, Alvin.

Just point him at the enemy

and let him shoot
off his big mouth.

(audience laughing)

(Alvin laughing loudly)

- Well I assume you have
some important venture

brewing out here in Los
Angeles, Mr. Wannamaker?

- Well now general, I'm
afraid I am not at liberty

to discuss my plans
at the present time.

All I can say is, it's big.

Really big.

Don't forget our
meeting later, O'Hara.

- Isn't that the inventor

that Mrs. Brown introduced
to us two before?

- Bright guy.

Very bright guy.

- Oh, so that's it.

You're involved with
one of his inventions.

- Sshh.

- What is it?

Something for
private industry or

something the
government could use?

- Now, now, general
we should not discuss

top secret projects
at a Ladies Luncheon.

Pardon me.

I believe my
sister's calling me.

(chuckles)

- That's strange.

I don't seem to recall
any top secret project

involving an O'Hara.

- Unless it's locked
in the Pentagon, sir.

This must really be big, sir.

- Well this is a fine (mumbles).

And we don't know
anything about it.

You know Fred, we looked
like a couple of nitwits

back in Washington when
the lid gums off of this.

- Are you thinking the
same thing I am, sir?

- Exactly.

We've got to cover
ourselves and do it fast.

A few words to the
press that we've been in

on this whole thing right from
its inception should do it.

- Yes, sir.

- But Mr. Benson I've been
on local news all week.

Now how can I possibly know

about any national
hush hush project?

In the family?

My uncle?

Uncle Martin is
heading up the project?

But but--

but Mr. Benson, I
don't know of any.

The Express does?

An exclusive interview
with General Rockland?

He's been in on it
from the beginning?

Uncle Martin!

- Not only did Alvin
coming spell trouble.

It's with a capital catastrophe.

- Yes, sir.

Yeah, I'm listening.

But--

the name of the project?

Jiminy.

No, no, no sir!

No, no, not Gemini.

I said, Jiminy.

J-I-M-I--

but Mr. Benson.

Yeah, you'd like an exclusive.

Yes, sir.

Well, I--

Hello?

Well, Uncle Martin, the Express

has a front page story on you.

- Mmhmm.

I know all about it, Tim.

- Well, what are you gonna do?

- Tim, why is it you
always have the questions

and I have to
supply the answers?

- Oh, come on Uncle Martin.

Invent something, anything!

Just so I can get
my editor a story.

- Tim, one doesn't
just invent things

off the top of his head.

Besides it has to be
something of great importance.

If it's to be of any
value to your country.

- Oh.

Alright.

How about a crooked scale

so they can finally
balance the budget?

(audience laughing)

Uncle Martin, look.

If you don't invent
something pretty soon,

anything at all, my writing
career is going to be reduced

to signing the back of
my unemployment checks.

- Well let's hope the
consequences aren't
greater than that.

- Oh brother.

I've been thinking
so much about myself

and I completely forgot that
you might be in the spot.

But Uncle Martin if Uncle
Sam ever finds out--

- You'll be without your
job and your Uncle Martin.

- Oh that--

that Alvin!

- Somebody mentioned my name?

- Oh Martin, isn't it wonderful?

I'm so proud of you and Alvin

getting involved
in the government.

- Oh, they're involved alright.

- What part of the government

are you boys gonna
be associated with?

- How does a federal
penitentiary sound to you?

- Alvin, what in heavens name
did you tell the general?

- I merely baited the hook.

The less they know,
they more they want in.

- Into what?

- Well, any inventions your
uncle's got laying around.

- Well, I just don't happen to
have anything laying around.

- Well then, invent something.

Then we are off to the races.

- We?

- Well, I'm the one
that got you started.

You're not gonna cut your
partner out now are you?

- Well Martin, it was Alvin
who got the ball rolling.

- Wannamaker, O'Hara, what
in heavens name are you doing

standing around gabbing
and wasting time for?

Every second you take off
from completing Project Jiminy

can alter the balance
of power in the world.

If it hasn't already.

- What are you
gentlemen talking about?

- Take a look at this.

- Russia claims leading
U.S. on Project Jiminy?

But that's impossible.

I mean, we don't have--

but there isn't any--

how could that be?

- Well, world politics
makes strange bedfellows.

Or should I say,
strange inventors.

- O'Hara.

- Yes?
- Yes?

- Oh, I--

I believe that I'm the
O'Hara you're looking for.

- Good.

I'm McArthy.

Department of Defense.

- That's just what we're
gonna need is a good defense.

- O'Hara, we've been
through our files,

we can't find the blessed
thing on Project Jiminy.

However the important
thing is that we have it.

- We have?

- We do have it, don't we?

You haven't sold us out?

- Oh, we haven't given it away.

Thanks heavens we haven't
given anything away.

- Excellent.

Then you can be in
Washington tomorrow

to report on the project
and pick up your check.

- Check?

- The House
Appropriations Committee

is meeting in special
session tonight

to fix the amount
for Project Jiminy.

I figure they'll come up
with about 50 million.

- 50 million?

- To start.

- You're kidding.

- Well.

Perhaps a 100 million?

- A 100?

Uncle Martin?

- Mr. McArthy--

- Alright, O'Hara.

If it'll take a blank check
to see that we have it first,

you'll get it.

Just be sure you're in
my office in Washington

first thing tomorrow.

Good day, O'Hara.

- Good day.

- O'Hara.

(determined music)

- Saturn sainted ring.

I have a feeling
Alvin spelled trouble.

- Oh, Martin.

Alvin had to leave
with some gentlemen.

One of the men gave me
this letter to give to you.

- Thank you, Lorelei.

- Well?

What is it?

His opinion to appear before

Congressional
Investigating Committee?

- On the contrary,

Tim it's a note intonating a
more drastic action by Crush.

- Crush?

You mean that outfit we got
mixed up with once before?

- The same.

Crush.

An independent
international organization

dedicated to no
one but themselves.

And their purpose?

To take over the world.

- They've got Alvin?

- As you'll notice, Alvin
is being held as hostage.

Until I deliver to Crush, all
the plans of Project Jiminy.

- But Uncle Martin,

you don't have any plans
to trade for Alvin.

- True.

However, even if I did, I
would never allow myself

to be intimidated or
blackmailed by Crush.

- Well I admire your courage

but we can't let
Crush crush Alvin.

- I have no intention of
letting Crush crush Alvin.

That is a pleasure I am
reserving for myself.

- I never saw that before.

What is it?

- A martian's sentometer.

Now there's no time
for long explanations

if we're to save Alvin.

- Yeah but how's
that gonna help us?

- Tim, the letter from
Crush instructs me to leave

the supposed plans at the
gates to the Lakedale cemetery.

Even if I were to show
up with phony plans,

there's no guarantee
that an outfit like Crush

would keep their bargain
and have Alvin with them.

- Now wait a minute.

That thing is going
to help us locate

where they're holding Alvin?

- Yes.

Now if you'll run downstairs
to Mrs. Brown's house

and fetch me one
of Alvin's shoes.

- One of his shoes?

- Preferably one that
he's worn for some time.

- Alright.

But that's the first time
I've ever heard of using

a sole to catch a
couple of heels.

- Very punny.

Very punny.

(audience laughing)

That does it.

- Do you mean to tell me that
that mechanical bloodhound

sniffed out one shoe and
knows exactly where he is?

- Naturally.

The process is
comparatively simple.

The sensitivity
of the smellophone

converts the individual scent
into electrical impulses.

Broadcast them into the air

until it matches the same
human scent and bounces back

like a sonar beam.

- Wow.

Well with one of those,

you'd never have to
worry about getting stuck

with a mismatched pair of socks.

(audience laughing)

- Well, there it is.

- There is what?

- A telephone booth.

Crush headquarters.

I located them with my
vibrational scanner.

- Oh come on, Uncle Martin.

I've heard a man having
his office in a phone booth

but Crush is bigger than that.

- The booth is only the
entrance to Crush headquarters.

Now hurry.

(suspense music)

(audience laughing)

- Now, to locate Alvin's
exact whereabouts.

- Yeah.

(quirky music)

What are you doing?

You scared me!
- Ssh, ssh.

- Ssh, ssh.

What are you doing?

- I'm merely setting
up my intercerebral

telemonitoring system.

Now look into my glasses
and tell me what you see.

- How about a
couple of eyeballs?

And bloodshot too.

- Nonsense.

My telemonitoring
system is in color.

Watch closely.

- Shades of coaxal cables.

Look at that reception.

And only an indoor antenna.

- Nevermind the editorial.

Just keep an eye on
what's happening.

- Well, Mr. Wannamaker.

For your sake I hope Mr.
O'Hara gets here soon

so that we can complete
our little transaction.

- Oh yeah.

You fellas sure have a
peculiar way at doin' business.

- I assure you, our ways and
means are most effective.

Crush, my dear fellow, is
an organization comprised

of the finest brain power and
the most destructive weapons

known to mankind.

Observe.

(audience laughing)

The laser pistol which
can cut through any object

regardless of it
strength or thickness.

That along with many others

and Project Jiminy.

- Now look buddy, I know
there's been a lot of talk

about that thing but--
- But.

If it isn't delivered to
us by the prescribed time,

there'll be one less
to talk about it.

(suspense music)

Yes?

- Boy is Alvin on the spot.

- Mmhmm.

And we'd better get to him
before the spot is removed.

(sneaky music)

Just as I suspected.

There's an electric eye alarm

at the other end
of the corridor.

- What are you gonna over one?

- I'll have to get our
friends out of there

long enough for
us to free Alvin.

- Hold on, wait a second.

(mumbles) we can get outta here.

Oh no, you don't.

Now you can disappear but me!

Me, they're gonna spot!

- Sorry.

I forget at times how
limited earthlings can be.

- [Tim] Hey, what are you--

hey, hey!

Hey!

- There.

That should keep
you out of trouble.

- [Tim] Yeah.

Unless there's some low
flying eagles around.

Hurry up.

(alarm blaring)

- Quickly.

We have unwelcome visitors.

(sneaky music)

- Come on.

- Hey, Martin!

Hey, how did you guys get here?

- Nevermind the 20 questions.

Time is of the essence.

Alright, now come on.

For heavens sake, Alvin.

Come on!
- Hey, wait a minute!

Take a look at what
these guys have here.

With your know how O'Hara,

we can copy some of these
things and make a fortune!

- Well, gentlemen.

You should have known better
than to try to outsmart Crush.

What annoys me most
is the lost time

and inconvenience
you've caused me.

Now, Vincent and I
must dispatch ourselves

to your residence
to find the plans.

And we will.

If we have to take everything
apart piece by piece.

- Uncle Martin, if
they go to the house.

- They won't find
any plans for Jiminy

but they will find my spaceship

and the rest of my
martian equipment.

Not only is my
identity at stake, Tim

but my equipment in
the hands of Crush

could help them
take over the world.

- What can you do?

- To alter one of my quotations,

the finger is mightier
than the sword.

- As soon as I have your plans,

I'll be back to show
you the plans I have.

For you.

- I'm afraid you're too late.

You've already been exposed
to my hallucinary gas.

- Hallucinary gas?

- Your what?

- I have to have some
excuse for what Alvin

and these gentlemen are
about to experience.

I released from my wristwatch
ejector moments ago.

It should take
effect any moment.

- Don't show them
how it works O'Hara.

If it's any good,
they'll steal it.

- I'm sorry Alvin but you'll
have to suffer through it

with them.

Only Tim and I
took the antidote.

- Pay no attention to them.

It's a trick.

- On the contrary.

This is the trick.

- Hey!

Hey!

We're off the ground!

- I'm seeing things.

- Hallucination.

- Get us down or I'll shoot.

- But sir, it's
all in your mind.

See.

- I don't believe it.

- Of course, it's all in
the way you look at it.

(suspense music)

(squeals and yells)

- Oh listen, I'm
sorry we have to run

but you fellas hang
around if you like.

- Look at those guys.

In a phone booth!

Martin, where are we going now?

- Don't worry, Alvin.

The affects of the
gas will wear off.

Now that you can
breathe fresh air again.

- Wow.

- Well Uncle Martin,
you saved the day.

- It's not today
I'm worried about.

It's tomorrow.

(regal music)

- Uncle Martin, I
don't understand.

What have you got in the box?

- You'll see just as soon as
the Russian (mumbles) arrives.

- Whatever it is.

Letting the Russians in on it?

- Now you listen to me McArthy.

If you think that you
can intimidate my country

with your Project Jiminy
over our Project Jiminy--

- Nobody's intimidating
anybody, Vladimir!

The whole is this O'Hara's idea.

I don't like it either but
he's in charge of the project.

- Nevertheless, ours
is better than yours.

- Is that so?
- Da!

- We'll see about that.

Okay, O'Hara.

Show him.

- Are you sure that you
want to let him see it?

- Tim, Project Jiminy is a
project I intend to demonstrate

for the peace of the world.

Peace is not the sole
property of any one nation

but all nations.

This, gentlemen, is what you
have been fighting about.

- Well!

- It's an empty box.

- Da.

And besides, there
is nothing in it.

- Exactly.

Nothing.

It's just what you gentlemen
have been fighting about.

- Oh it's true.

Nations do have points of
disagreement with other nations.

But most of the time the
cold wars and threats

are based solely on accusations
over nothing really.

If they'd only take
the lid off the box.

Shall we go, Tim?

- He's crazy, no?

- Maybe.

Maybe not so crazy as we think.

- Now listen.

You fellas ought to see
his hallucinary gas.

One whiff of it and things
fly around the room.

People get caught up on walls.

I tell you--

- But he's crazy, yes.

- Da.

(audience laughing)

- [Both] Some
people never learn.

(audience laughing)

(quirky music)