All language subtitles for My.Favorite.Martian.S03E24.When.You.Get.Back.Home.to.Mars.Are.You.Going.to.Get.It.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-NTb_Subtítulos01.ENG

(light music)

- Uncle Martin!

- Tim, please.

I'm trying to concentrate
two ways at one time.

(mysterious music)

Ah, gin.

Well, you can't win 'em both.

(audience laughing)

Now, what is it you
wanted to tell me?

- Nothing, nothing.

It's just that I
heard on my car radio

that an unidentified flying
object was just spotted.

(laughing)

- Every time some
child's toy balloon

floats away, you
Earthlings insist you're

being invaded by creatures
from another planet.

- (laughing) Yeah, Uncle Martin.

- Yeah?

- That toy balloon,
it was traveling

25,000 miles an hour.

- 25,000 miles an hour!

Are you sure?

- At least that's
what the Air Force

released to all
the press services.

- 25,000 miles an hour.

(dramatic music)

- What's this Martian gizmo?

- This is a microkinetic
infraradarscope.

I built it quite some time ago

to check on any
spacecraft that might

come looking for me.

After a while, I
began thinking they

gave up on me, so
I gave up with it.

(pulsing music)

It's a spacecraft all right.

No toy balloon that.

Tim,

Tim, there's no doubt about it.

- You mean...

Do you mean that's a
spaceship from another planet?

- Not just another
spaceship, Tim.

This one is from Mars!

(crescendoing music)

(light music)

(antennae beeping)

(investigative music)

The ship should be
right around here.

- Yeah, well shouldn't the
Air Force know that too?

- Your Air Force equipment
can only ascertain

the general area the
ship came down in.

It'll take them a while to
pinpoint the exact spot.

(equipment buzzing)

(curious music)

- Wow.

What a mess, and I thought
women drivers were bad.

- I must admit,
the pilot did seem

to lack landing experience.

- Hey wait a minute,
wait a minute.

Don't you think you
oughta find out if

well, whoever's in
there is friendly

before you open it up?

- Tim, this is a Martian ship.

- It is?

How do you know?

It doesn't look
anything like yours.

- Undoubtedly an advanced style,

but a Martian ship nevertheless,

and all Martians are friendly.

Take my word for it.

- Well, I just hope those
aren't famous last words.

(mysterious music)

- I don't believe it.

- What's the matter?

- The pilot.

- You know him?

- That is quite
an understatement.

I know him only too well.

That is my 11-year-old
nephew, Andromeda.

(gentle music)

- I got some clothes
for him so he won't

have to wear that
space suit around.

I hope they fit.

He's still out, huh?

- Yeah, well at the rate
of speed he was traveling,

hitting Earth wasn't
like receiving a gentle

tap on the forehead.

Fortunately, he was
protected by a force

field in the cockpit.

- At the speed he was
traveling, he's lucky

he hit the brakes.

He could've gone clear
through to China.

Say, isn't Andromeda a
funny name for a boy?

- He was born in the
constellation Andromeda.

- Oh.

Wasn't that named
after a Greek goddess?

- My sister and brother in law
were expecting a little girl.

- Ah, well,

it's nice to know that
there are some things

that Martians can't control.

(Andromeda groaning)

- Uncle Exegious!

- Andromeda!

- Boy, it's sure good
to see you again.

- I feel the same way.

I haven't seen you since
you were about that high.

- How did you find me?

- More important right
now, how did you get here?

- Well, uh,

I borrowed Dad's ship to
take out for a little spin,

and the next thing
I knew, I got caught

in this cosmic storm.

- Which threw you out of orbit?

- Uh huh.

I didn't have enough
fuel left to climb

back through it, so
I headed for Earth,

figuring you could get me
and Dad's ship back to...

Uh oh.

Dad's ship.

How is it?

- Completely destroyed,
except for what

you had in the cockpit.

I disintegrated what pieces
were left of the wreckage.

- Oh boy, am I
gonna get it when I

get back home to Mars.

(throat clearing)

- Uh Uncle Martin.

- Who's he?

- Oh, forgive me, Tim.

Andromeda, I want you
to meet Tim O'Hara.

He is my host and my
friend here on Earth.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Say, how come he
called you Uncle Martin?

- That's my name on this planet.

- What's wrong with
Exegious 12 1/2?

(audience laughing)

- Well, it's not very
euphonious with O'Hara.

- What Tim is trying to say is,

well, things here
on Earth aren't all

they're cracked up to be.

- You mean, you're
not a big hero?

Didn't they give you a
big parade and everything

when you came down?

- Well (throat
clearing) not exactly.

You see, actually,
Tim is the only one

who knows that I'm down here.

- How come?

- Well, your uncle
thought it would be best

to keep it a secret.

- Why?

After all, Uncle
Exegious, it's just--

- I think you'd better
get in the habit

of calling me Uncle Martin.

- You've gone Earth?

Are you ashamed
you're a Martian?

- No.

No, of course not.

It's just that most
Earthmen don't accept

interplanetary
visitors that readily.

That's why as long
as you're down here,

you will have to behave and
dress like an Earthling.

In fact, I think we should
shorten your name to Andy.

- Andy?

Yeck, not a Venusian's chance.

My name's Andromeda,
and I'm not wearing

any Earthling's clothes.

- Now Andy, I think
you should listen

to your Uncle Martin.

- His name's Exegious, and
mine's Andromeda, not Andy.

- You are going to have
to put those clothes on.

- Uh uh.

(antenna rising)

- He's only got one antenna.

- Yes, he lost his baby antenna.

So far, only one of his
adult antennae has grown in.

Andy!

You come back here this instant!

- [Andy] Uh uh.

(mysterious music)

- Oh no, you don't.

(mysterious music)

Now, you're not getting
out of this room

until you do as I say!

- [Andy] You've got
to catch me first.

- [Tim] There he is!

- Don't waste your time, Tim.

You'll never catch him that way.

(antennae rising)

(magical music)

(mocking music)

Oh, there you are.

Andy, put down that chair.

- [Andy] Uh uh.

- [Martin] Andy!

- Now listen, Andy,
you have to do just

as your uncle says.

Now you let go!

- [Andy] Okay.

- Oh, I'm sorry, Uncle Martin.

- [Martin] Tim?

- Hmm?

- [Martin] If you want to
be of help, don't help.

Just do one thing for me.

- What's that?

- [Martin] Move your left foot.

You're standing on my hand.

- Oh, sorry about that.

Here lemme help you up.

Uncle Martin, I got him!

I got him!

(antennae retracting)

- [Andy] You can't make
me wear those clothes

and change my name!

I won't do it!

I won't!

- Andy, you pop right back on.

- [Andy] Uh uh!

I won't do it!

I won't!

(knocking)
- Yoo hoo, Martin, Tim!

It's me, Lorelei!

- Tim, help me get him
in the bedroom, quickly.

Be right with you, Lorelei.

- [Andy] I won't do it.

You can't make me!

I won't do it!

(frantic music)

- Tim, the clothing,
quickly, the clothing.

Oh, no you don't,
get back in there.

- Tim!

Goodness gracious,
what's going on up here,

all that noise?

- Noise?

We were moving furniture.

- Out of the apartment
with the rest

of your belongings, I hope.

- Brennan.

- His ability to
make quick, positive

identifications is fantastic.

- But what did you move?

Everything seems to be
where it always was.

- Yes, well we changed it,

and then we changed it back.

- Odd, that simply moving
some furniture around

should make one's face
such a mask of guilt.

- Oh now, Bill, what should
Tim feel guilty about?

- Exactly what I'd like to know.

As Shakespeare said,
"The thief doth fear

"each bush and officer."

- [Martin] I believe
that quote began,

"Suspicion always haunts
the guilty mind," Brennan.

- Oh well, now, whom
do we have here?

- Oh, good afternoon, Lorelei.

This is my nephew, Andy.

Andy, this is Mrs. Brown
and Detective Brennan.

- It's nice to meet you, Andy.

- The name's Andromeda.

- Androme--

- It's his nickname, Mrs. Brown.

- Oh.

- Where are you from, son?

- Mars.

- Mars?

- Mars, Ohio.

It's a small town, not too
many people know about it.

- That's not true.

- Andy's very proud
of his hometown,

and he thinks it's better
known than it really is.

- Of course he is.

I would be too, if
I knew where it was.

- What about his
mother and father?

- Oh, they're up there.

- Up there.

Oh, the poor child.

Well, we'll make sure
that you have a real good

home right away, won't we?

- Now, just a moment, Lorelei.

I'm not at all sure
the O'Haras can provide

the proper parental
background for the boy.

- Why, Bill, how can you
say a thing like that?

- Oh it's easy, when
you have a big mouth.

(audience laughing)

- As a law enforcement
officer, O'Hara,

I have a duty to the
community at large,

including waifs,
orphans and foundlings.

- I'm not a waif or an orphan,

and I'm not lost, so I
can't be a foundling.

I'm a Martian, from
the planet Mars.

Just watch me if you
don't believe me.

(mysterious music)
(laughing)

- Did you hear that, Lorelei?

O'Hara's already infected
the lad with that

lunatic imagination.

- Oh Bill, he's just playing.

- I am not!

Just look at me disappear.

- [Bill] I'm sorry,
Lorelei, but I feel it is

my duty to call in
a social worker.

- [Lorelei] You'll do no
such think, Bill Brennan.

- But Lorelei.

- Martin and Tim have
every right to raise

their own kin, and
besides, I'll be right here

every minute to help them.

- Oh well, Lorelei, maybe we
won't need you every minute.

- Well, I suppose there
isn't too much harm

in trying it, but the
moment I find that boy

isn't getting the proper
food, keeping good hours,

going to school, I'm calling
in the social services.

Shall we go, Lorelei?

- I'm sure you'll be
a real little angel.

(light music)

- I'm not an angel.

I'm a Martian.

I'm a Martian!

(gentle music)

- So you know
something, Uncle Martin,

when you get to know
him, Andy's really

a pretty nice boy.

- He is a nice boy,
but he's still a boy,

even though he's 97 years old.

(audience laughing)

- 97 years old!

Oh come on, you're
putting me on.

I distinctly remember
your telling me he was 11.

- 11 Martian years,
97 Earth years.

- Well if he's 97 years old,

why does he act the way he does?

- Martians don't
reach full maturity

until their 150th birthday.

Scientifically, Andy
is well in advance

of any Earthman,
but emotionally,

he's still a child.

Now Andy, pouting
isn't going to help.

I realize it's difficult
for you to understand,

but you're just going to have
to trust your Uncle Martin.

- Sure, you'll
like school, Andy.

It's a lot of fun.

You just have to
take my word for it.

- I've already graduated
magna cum laude

from four universities.

- Oh.

Well.

A little extra education
never hurt anyone.

(audience laughing)

- Andy, believe me,
I'm just as proud

of being a Martian as you are,

but this isn't the right
time to tell anybody,

and until that right
time comes, you are just

going to have to cooperate.

Now what do you say?

- Well, if you say so.

Okay.

- Good night, Andy.

- Good night, Andy.

- Good night, and don't worry.

I'll do whatever you say.

(bright music)

- Uncle Martin, I'm back!

- Andy give you any trouble?

- He couldn't be better.

Look, he's all enrolled,
and when I left

the school, you
couldn't've seen a happier

or more cooperative
child in the classroom.

He's a regular ray of sunshine.

- Uh huh, well, as
the Arabs used to say,

too much sunshine can turn
a garden into a desert.

(mysterious music)

- Aren't you being just
a little mistrustful

of your own nephew's
integrity, hmm?

- Tim, children the universe
over can rationalize

away any promise they
make by simply standing

on a crack and saying
it doesn't count

or hundreds of other ways.

I just wanna check
and make sure.

(mysterious music)

Hmm.

Hmm, I'm getting some
sort of interference.

- Well, don't tell me the
old mind reader is slipping.

- No, he's using some
newly developed technique

that I can't cope with.

- Well, it just goes
to show ya how much

you can miss when you're
gone for a coupla years.

What are you looking for?

- Andy's space suit.

You check the bedroom while
I look around out here.

- All right.

No, it's not in there.

- And not in here.

There's only one
place it can be.

- You mean he wore it to school?

(frantic music)

- Now I realize you're
new in this school, Andy,

but you can't wear your
play clothes to class.

- They're not my play clothes.

They're my regular clothes.

Back home, I wear
them all the time.

(students laughing)

- Well how your
parents let you dress

around the house
is their concern,

but here, you'll have
to dress just like

all the other children.

- But I'm not one of
the other children.

I'm a Martian.

(students laughing)

- Class, children,
now settle down.

Now Andy, I'm not one to
stifle a fertile imagination,

but there is a time and place.

- That's what my uncle said,

but he's ashamed to admit
he's a Martian, and I'm not.

(students laughing)

- Shh, shh, shh.

Class.

- Okay, you're all so smart.

I'll prove it to you.

Don't believe I'm
a Martian, huh?

- Andy.

(mysterious music)

- You think that's something.

Watch me rearrange the molecular
structure of that desk.

(mysterious music)

(teacher screaming)

- He is a Martian!

- You bet I am.

I can even disappear.

(audience laughing)

- Oh pardon me, I'm
looking for my nephew Andy.

- Hi, Uncle Exegious.

- It's an invasion!

Run, children, run!

(students screaming)

- Don't touch her, I'll shoot.

(water squirting)

(audience laughing)

- Look, you better run
up the old antennae

and get Andy out of here.

I'll take care of her.

- An excellent suggestion.

(mysterious music)

(springy music)

Oh no.

- Well don't just stand
there drooping, beat it!

- They ran away.

They were afraid of me.

- I tried to warn you
that this would happen,

but you wouldn't listen.

- Tell 'em to come back.

Tell 'em we're friendly.

- We know that we are,
but I doubt if you

can convince them
of that right now.

(sirens wailing)

(mysterious music)

We'll meet you in the car, Tim.

- O'Hara of the Daily Sun.

They went out that window,

and the teacher, you
better take care of her.

She's pretty shook up.

(sirens wailing)

Oh, that's the old ballgame.

They've got the
place surrounded.

- Yeah, and discovered
my spaceship,

eliminating our only
means of escape.

- Can't we freeze
'em temporarily

while we grab the ship?

- No, no, not until
we know what steps

Tim's government has taken
to ensure our apprehension.

We've got to get into the
apartment and to the TV set

so that I can monitor them.

- Oh come on, you can't
go out looking like that.

They'll fill you
so full of holes,

they'll have to send
you back to Mars

in a loose-leaf notebook.

Now how are you gonna disappear?

Can you at all?

- I'm afraid not.

- But I can.

You two slip into the
house while I distract 'em.

- Andy, no, no, come back here.

- Hey, betcha can't catch me!

* Nah, nah, na, nah, nah.

(mysterious music)

- He couldn't've
vanished, where is he?

- I'm getting too old
for this sort of thing.

(knocking)

- [Andy] Hey open up, will ya?

- Ha!

- Okay, you can
close the door now.

- Two years of this, and I
still can't get used to it.

(audience laughing)

(suspenseful music)

- I don't know how good
a reception I'll get

with only one antenna,
but here it goes.

We'll try the Air
Force bases first.

(strong music)

They're putting everything
up that can fly.

I'm afraid that eliminates
an aerial escape.

Let's see what they're doing
with the ground forces.

(exciting music)

- I'm, I'm sorry, Uncle
Exeg, Uncle Martin.

- I'm afraid we're
past the name-calling

stage now, Andy.

- Boy, you can say that again.

I'm afraid we've
had it this time.

- Tim,

Tim, that's it.

Time, the one barrier
we can escape through.

By setting the dial
to the time machine

just before Andy
left for school--

- All this will
never have happened.

- One false move, and I'd
appreciate it, O'Hara.

Or should I say Martian?

- Bill Brennan, you put
that gun down this instant.

You know children shouldn't
be exposed to violence!

- Lorelei, for goodness
sake, that child

is a Martian, and so is O'Hara,

or whatever his Martian name is.

- Exegious 12 1/2.

- Oh, Martian smartian.

What difference does
it make as long as

they're decent,
respectable people?

- They've probably come down
here to take over our world.

- In the state it's
in, who'd want it?

(audience laughing)

- I'll get to you
later, Benedict O'Hara.

What is that thing
you're holding?

- Believe it or not, Brennan,
it is a time machine.

- You mean a time bomb.

Hand it over, and make it fast.

Get out of here, Lorelei,
before it blows up!

- Oh Bill, don't be silly.

Martin wouldn't
blow anything up.

He's too orderly a person.

- O'Hara, hand me that
bomb or I'll fire!

- You will do no such
thing, Bill Brennan.

- [Bill] Lorelei!
(mysterious music)

- Well thank you very
much, Mrs. Brown.

We'll talk to you later.

(energetic music)

(coughing)

(magical music)

Uncle Martin, you did it.

We're back in time.

- Time, that reminds
me, you'd better hurry,

or you're going to be late
for your first day at school.

(light music)

- I think I'd better leave this
here at home, Uncle Martin.

With all due
respect, Cousin Tim,

your people here
are very insecure.

(happy music)

Gosh, Uncle Martin,
home and places

and people we know
seem so far away.

- True, Andy, but
that's only because what

we see up there
is familiar to us.

To people on Earth, the night
sky is strange and mysterious.

And most Earthlings
fear anything or anybody

that appears strange and
different from themselves.

- And they don't even have
to be from another planet.

- When will the time
come when we can

tell 'em we're Martians?

- I'm afraid even our
most advanced computers

couldn't pinpoint
the exact date,

but we're getting there.

We're getting there,
slowly, slowly but surely.

Time for bed.

- Okay.

Good night, Uncle
Martin, Cousin Tim.

- Good night, Andy.

Well I guess Andy learned
one lesson here on Earth.

- His first, but he's
got many more to learn.

In the interim, let's
hope we don't all

flunk the course.

(light music)

(deep music)