All language subtitles for My.Favorite.Martian.S03E30.Stop.the.Presses.I.Want.to.Get.Off.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-NTb_Subtítulos01.ENG

(orchestral music)

- Hi, Uncle Martin, I'm home.

Uncle Martin, I'm home.

Uncle Martin, I'm home.

(audience laughing)

I'm home!

(audience laughing)

- Tim, please.

Please, you startled me.

- You're kidding, of course.

Listen, it's a
good thing martians

don't have hiccups.

They don't get frightened.

(audience laughing)

- Well, I just didn't
expect you so soon.

- Well, you always expect me.

Why, nobody can come
within walking distance

of this place without
your knowing it.

It's that sixth sense,

that martian radar you've got.

(audience laughing)

- That's just it.

I am temporarily bereft of my

televisio-audial system.

Which is a highly
advanced extension

of what you earthlings
erroneously refer to

as a sixth sense.

And which you have
yet to really develop.

Now my milimicrosonic
sensory regenerator

has extracted it,

and right now is in the
process of purifying it.

Cleaning out the mental
lint, so to speak.

(audience laughing)

(beeping)

Cycles finished.

Now readjust the controls.

Focus the lens.

And restore my sixth sense.

A few seconds to warm up,

and the milimicrosonic
beam will carry back

my sixth sense along
its wave length.

(whirring)
(beeping)

(knocking)

You better see who that is.

- Well, you'll know
yourself in just a second.

(audience laughing)

- I brought you some brownies.

- No, no, no.

Don't, don't, don't.

(mystical music)

- Oh, Tim, I hope you
won't feel slighted,

but I'm entering
my brownies recipe

in your rival papers
cooking contest.

- Oh, well.

That's the Los Angeles
Chronicle for you.

All the news is fit to eat.

(audience laughing)

(mystical music)

- Answer the phone, Tim.

(audience laughing)

(telephone ringing)

(audience laughing)

(beeping)

(orchestral music)

(light music)

- Alright, goodbye.

Well, that was Mr. Benson.

I have to do an interview
with Mitzi Marlow.

You know, she's the lady
that's always a bride,

never a bridesmaid.

What's the matter, Uncle Martin?

You previewing a bad dream?

(audience laughing)

- Ah, it's just
as I feared, Tim.

When Lorelei walked across the

milimicrosonic beam she
absorbed my sixth sense.

(audience laughing)

- Oh.

Then that's how
she knew the phone

was going to ring.

- We're in for trouble.

Unless I can focus
the regenerator on her

and extract my sixth sense.

- Well, it's too
bad you're not gonna

let her keep it.

Sometimes I think
Mrs. Brown could use

all the senses she could get.

(audience laughing)

- You're taking
this rather lightly.

I can only conclude
that you don't realize

what a vulnerable
position I'm in.

- Well, no, I didn't realize it.

You see, we Earth people
get along pretty well

without built in radar.

- Well, that's somewhat
open to debate.

(audience laughing)

But the fact remains
that I am an alien

in basically hostile territory.

I'm just like a plane coming in

for an instrument
landing in the dense fog.

Minus one of his instruments.

- Well, come on, then.

Let's take the thing
down to Mrs. Brown's.

Before you come in
for a crash landing.

(audience laughing)

- [Lorelei] Coming Martin, Tim.

(audience laughing)

- Look, she didn't
have to ask who it is.

You noticed that, didn't you?

Well, the longer as she
retains my sixth sense

the sharper it will become.

- Well, aren't you
gonna let us in?

- I'd love to, but
I'm afraid I can't.

- Lorelei, this isn't like you.

- I know.

I wish I could explain,

but it's just a feeling I have.

I suppose it's my
woman's intuition.

- Well, what would
a woman's intuition

have against us?

- It's not you so
much, Tim, it's Martin.

There's something not right.

He has dishonest designs on me.

(audience laughing)

Oh, no offense, Martin.

It's just the
feeling that I have.

- Well, I know it well.

- I'm really more
than sorry about it

than I can say,

but goodbye.

(audience laughing)

- Well, it looks like
you met your Waterloo.

- You forget, Tim,

Wellington met
his Waterloo, too.

And he won.

(audience laughing)

Talk to her some more.

I'm going to try a
planking maneuver.

- Yes, Tim?

(audience laughing)

- Um.

What's your recipe for brownies?

(audience laughing)

(suspenseful music)

(audience laughing)

(mystical music)

- What soft,

what lout through
yonder window breaks?

(audience laughing)

- Brennan.

Must you pussyfoot
around like that?

(laughing)

- Never mind me, O'Hara.

There's a special section
of the criminal code

that deals with people who look

in other people's windows.

- I was merely
admiring the view.

- Are you hiding something
behind your back?

- Yes.

It's my latest invention.

(laughing)

- What an absurdity.

O'Hara, you must keep the boys

at the patent
office in hysterics.

(audience laughing)

- Since you seem so fond
of quoting Shakespeare,

there are more things
in heaven and earth,

Brennan, than are dreamt
of in your philosophy.

Now be careful, the mechanism
is extremely sensitive.

(explosion)
(audience laughing)

- Oh!

Too bad you didn't make
a smoke-making machine.

(audience laughing)

It would be a success.

Ah, did I put a hole in it?

(audience laughing)

- Tis not so deep as a well.

Not so wide as a church door.

But tis enough.

(audience laughing)

Twill serve.

- Alas.

- Alright, you chop up
a large handful of nuts.

Go on.

- If you don't
have a large hand,

use two small ones.

(audience laughing)

Oh, hello, Bill.

Since you're on your
way to the courthouse,

you can drop me off
at the Chronical.

- Gladly, Lorelei.

How did you know I was I
going to the courthouse?

- I don't know, I guess
you must have told me.

Well, anyway, I'll
just be a minute.

Come on in.

(door slamming)

Sorry, Martin.

But with this strange
feeling I have about you,

I'm off-limits.

(audience laughing)

- Excuse me.

Would you mind stepping back?

(audience laughing)

- Well, have you
reached a verdict

on the regenerator,
Uncle Martin?

- Well, it appears that Brennan

burned out the short
range focusing system.

- Oh.

That's a pretty
unfavorable verdict.

Can you fix it?

- I don't know.

The mini microports
I need aren't

available on Earth.

The best I can do
is refit some parts

from the spaceship's
galactic stabilizer.

But I think I can
effectually changeover.

- Oh.

Well, I have to run
down to the office

and drop off this
Mitzi Marlow story,

but I'll be right back.

So if you need a
strong right arm

or a sorta shaky left one--

(audience laughing)

- Thanks, I can manage.

Only it'll take a few days.

In the meantime, Mrs. Brown
will be walking around

with my sixth sense
getting more and more

finely attuned to
it until inevitably

the realization strikes
her that I am a martian.

But all we can do is
hope for the best.

(suspenseful music)

- Oh, Martin!

(audience laughing)

You know, I had the
funniest feeling

you were up to something.

- Well, I, I, I was
merely puttering

around the garage.

(audience laughing)

- Then why are you stuttering

about your puttering?

(audience laughing)

You know, I can't
imagine why I have

this feeling about you
but it keeps getting

stronger and stronger
every time I see you.

Oh, dear.

You better be careful with your

galactic stabilizer,
whatever that is.

(audience laughing)

- Hello, Martin.

Look at that.

- Oh, I see your interview
made the front page.

Congratulations.

- Now look at that.

- I don't understand.

- I've been scooped.

- What?

- Scooped.

S-C-ooped.

Oh, boy, you should've
heard Mr. Benson.

Now, O'Hara, our reporters
are supposed to be

firstest with the mostest.

Not the lastest
with the leastest.

(audience laughing)
(telephone ringing)

I shoulda said to
him, I shoulda said,

"Mr. Benson, I don't walk around

"with a lie detector
in my pocket."

I shoulda said, "Mr. Benson!"

Alright, so I've been scooped.

Well, it's an
occupational hazard.

- Tim, answer the phone.

- Uncle Martin, you got
your sixth sense back!

- It's been ringing.

(audience laughing)

- Hello.

Oh, yes, Mr. Benson.

Right, Mr. Benson.

But Mr. Benson--

Well, I understand, Mr. Benson,

but lightning
never strikes twice

in the same place.

Yes, Mr. Benson.

That was Mr. Benson.

I just told him that lightning

never strikes twice
in the same place.

- That is a scientific fallacy.

- Oh, well, it better
become a journalistic fact.

Because he just
assigned me to a story.

You know, the one about
the bank president

that ran off with all
the depositors money?

Well, the guy just
turned himself in.

It's my one chance
to redeem myself

with Mr. Benson.

- Wait, I'll go with you.

- No, no, you stay here

and work on your regenerator.

- I can't work now anyway, Tim.

With Lorelei getting
so close to the truth

it's unnerving.

I'm all thumbs.

(audience laughing)

Tim, that's just an expression.

(audience laughing)

- Well, you never
know with a martian.

(audience laughing)

- Well, well, if it
isn't the O'Hara's.

And to what do I owe the
pleasure of this visit?

- Brennan, your
charming hospitality

positively overwhelms us.

- Yes.

Now what are the
chances of seeing the

bank president that
you've got on ice?

- Well, because it's
you and because of our

mutual affection and regard--

- No chance, huh?

- Bad banker isn't
seeing any of the press.

Except, of course,

the reporter from the Chronicle.

- What Chronicle reporter?

- Why, the one who
talked him out of

skipping off to Brazil.

There's the reporter
now phoning in

the details to the paper.

(audience laughing)

- I can't believe it.

Mrs.--

- Brown, of the Chronicle.

- You mean you're the reporter

that's been scooping me?

(audience laughing)

- I'm sorry, Tim.

But my editor says all's
fair in love and news.

(audience laughing)

- Well, that doesn't
make any sense to me.

I mean I had to go
to journalism school,

and then I had to work
as a re-write man.

And all you ever wrote
was a bunch of recipes

for brownies.

(audience laughing)

- I guess he found those
recipes more appealing

than your stale copy, O'Hara.

- It makes sense,
Lorelei being a reporter.

It makes a lot of sense.

- Sense?

Oh, no.

- I don't know how it happens.

But ever since the
day Bill took me down

to the Chronicle office,

news stories keep
popping into my mind.

And now I'm a cube reporter.

- That's cub.

- Oh, I must get used to the way

we fourth estaters talk.

By the way, Martin.

I have a feeling you're
gonna make headlines soon.

It's right on the
tip of my mind.

(mystical music)

Uh-oh, somethings
coming into focus.

Yes, yes, there's a
big warehouse fire.

Oh, I better get over there.

- Where is it?

- Does Winchell tell Sullivan?

(audience laughing)

- You run right along, Lorelei.

- Well, as we say, todaloop,
I'm off to a scoop.

(audience laughing)

- Well, I can hardly wait
until Lorelei produces

that information on you, O'Hara.

But for now you'll
have to excuse me.

Duty calls.

- Do the taxpayers a
favor, don't answer.

(audience laughing)

Uncle Martin, as
long as Mrs. Brown

has that sixth sense
there's gonna be

no stopping her as a reporter.

- She has to be stopped, Tim.

Because right now
she's sitting on top of

the hottest news
story of the century.

Me.

I'm sorry about your
losing your job, Tim.

- Well, sorry isn't the word.

Try hungry.

Oh, it was bound to
happen with Mrs. Brown

one sense up on me.

- Well, as soon as the
regenerator is fixed

I'll be able to help you.

- Oh, look, don't
worry about my job.

Just fix the regenerator.

(knocking)

- Open it, Tim.

If it's Lorelei, she
knows we're here.

And we can't afford to
arouse further suspicion.

- Oh, well, look who it is.

It's Mrs. Brown and
what's his name.

- Oh, come on, Tim.

You couldn't forget
Bill Brennan.

- I know.

I've tried.

(audience laughing)

- I'm glad to see
that unemployment

hasn't affected
your wit, O'Hara.

It's as dull as ever.

- Well, look, we're very
busy right now, so--

- Take a good look
at him, Lorelei.

What comes into your mind?

- Is something wrong?

- We'll soon know.

The past few days,
Lorelei has been remarking

that she feels something
strange about you.

Exactly the same
feeling I've always had.

But with this sort
of sixth sense

for uncovering news
stories she's shown lately,

I'm sure she can
pinpoint what it is.

(mystical music)

- Martin, it has something
to do with space.

- Well, that takes
care of his head.

What about the rest of him?

- Well, that's all I can
think of at the moment.

- Keep trying, my dear.

If anyone can unmask
the O'Hara's, it's you.

- You can't scare us, Brennan.

We don't have a
skeleton in our closet.

- The garage!

- Ah, she's been after
us to clean it out.

- Oh, dear.

I wish I knew what I
mean when I say things

I don't mean to say.

(audience laughing)

- A Brennan never says die.

I shall return.

(audience laughing)

- Stand back, Tim.

You're about to
see a man of parts

become a man of many parts.

(fast music)

- That is the most
beautiful regenerated

regenerator I have ever seen.

- It is, but I don't wanna
be a wet blanket, Tim.

- You're sad because
you don't wanna dampen

my enthusiasm.

Alright, what's the matter?

- Well, in the speed up
process I had to remit

certain refinements
in the circuitry.

So in order to compensate
I'm going to have to

put in one more part.

- Well, don't just stand there,

start putting.

- Relax, Tim.

The part is easily obtainable

at the local hardware store.

Yes, I would venture to
say that I am safe now.

(light music)

(sighing)

(gasping)

(dramatic music)

- Hello, Bill.

Guess what.

I know about Martin now.

It just popped into my head,

but he really is.

- I know what he is, too.

It's who he is that
I'm interested in.

(audience laughing)

- Well, I was
dusting his picture

and all of a sudden
it came to me.

He's a--

(audience laughing)

Wait a minute.
(mystical music)

I'm getting another flash.

Oh, it's a really
big news story.

- Never mind the story.

You were telling
me about Martin.

- I've gotta go out to
the old stoner house.

Bill, where is the
old stoner house?

- Woodland Hills.

But what about Martin,

you were telling
me about Martin.

- The scoop will
get away from me.

I'll tell you later.

- But Lorelei!

(audience laughing)

- If you're through with
your personal affairs,

Lieutenant.

There's a little matter
of police business

I'd like you to take care of.

- I'm sorry, Captain.

- A lion escaped
from the animal farm

about an hour ago.

I want you to take
some men out there

and surround the area.

- Check.

That lion couldn't
be anywhere around

the animal farm.

It's near the old stoner house.

- That's ten miles away.

In the name of Pinkerton
how could he be there?

- 'Cause that's where Brown
of the Chronicle went.

And she hasn't missed yet.

I'll bet my next
promotion on this.

- If you're wrong, Brennan,

I may just collect that bet.

- I'm going to the hardware
store for that part.

Coming, Tim?

- Sure.

It isn't as if I had to
go to work or anything.

(audience laughing)

Hey!

Hey, there goes Mrs. Brown.

(audience laughing)

- By the time she comes back,

the regenerator will
be ready for her.

- No, no, you go
ahead without me.

I wanna chase this story.

- What story is that?

- The one Mrs. Brown is after.

Look, if I can call
it in before she does,

maybe Mr. Benson will
give my job back.

- Well, that's being
rather surreptitious,

isn't it, Tim?

- Mmm-hmm, it's better
than being sneaky.

(audience laughing)

- Hello?

Now, what did I say that for.

I knew nobody's home.

(audience laughing)

(dramatic music)

(audience laughing)

- Tim?

- Hello, Martin.

You here?

- I'm telecommunicating
from the house.

Just where are you?

- Well, at the old stoner place

up in Woodland Hills.

But I can't imagine
what kind of a story

Mrs. Brown could have
sniffed out here.

Unless it was an
article on dust.

- Watch your step, Tim.

As soon as I have the new
part in the regenerator

I'll get back to you.

(mystical music)

(dramatic music)

(audience laughing)

- Lorelei?

Lorelei.

You've got to get out.

There's a lion in here.

Isn't there?

- Yes.

And I'm picking out
background color.

A newspaper woman
always gets her story.

- Unless you're
thinking of a mountie.

- No.

A newspaper woman doesn't
always get her mountie.

And I'm not leaving
without my story.

- Alright.

Stay close.

I'll protect you.

(audience laughing)

(mystical music)

- Tim!

- Oh, back so soon?

- Don't panic,

but there's a lion in the house.

- Well, I told you,

I said never let strangers
in the front door.

- Not in my house.

There's a lion in
the stoner house.

- Oh, come on, you
gotta do something

with the static with
your telecommunication,

because it sounded
like you said--

(growling)

There's a lion in the house!

- That must be Lorelei's story.

- Alright, Uncle Martin.

I'm not gonna panic.

You just go ahead and
fix your regenerator.

I'll think of something.

(growling)

I just thought of it.

Panic!

(audience laughing)

(growling)

Everybody out! Everybody out!

We're surrounded by a lion.

- I'm not going to leave, Tim.

Then you'll get the scoop.

- I wouldn't.

Honestly, I wouldn't.

Now look, we can't stay
here in the same house

as the lion in it.

- Why not?

You live in the
same house with a--

(growling)

(dramatic music)

(growling)

- Get upstairs, Lorelei,
you'll be safe there.

- I'm not missing
any of the details

the public is starving for.

- What do you have
to remind him for?

(growling)

I'll hold him off.

You go for help around that way.

- The cars outside, I'll radio.

- Yeah, well, don't forget
to leave your gun, huh.

Brennan?

(door slamming)
(audience laughing)

Brennan?

(upbeat music)

Come on, down.

(growling)

(mystical music)

- The generator is fixed.

I got here as fast as I could.

- Well, you better
get back home as fast

as you can.

- I feel responsible
for getting all of you

into this situation.

Now I'll have to
take my chances, too.

- Well, listen.

I would rather be in
this lions clutches

than have you in front of him.

Ah.

(mystical music)

(audience laughing)

- Tim, how do you spell vicious?

- Uh, W-Y-L-D.

- You alright, O'Hara?

- Yeah, now I know
how Daniel felt.

- Keep up the good work, O'Hara.

I don't wanna shoot
unless I have to.

(mystical music)

- Oh, my goodness.

What a story.

You'll both get medals for this,

and I'll get the Pulitzer Prize.

- I'll take you outside
so you can phone it in.

(audience laughing)

(mystical music)

- Uncle Martin, stop them
before Mrs. Brown talks!

(mystical music)

(audience laughing)

- The lion and the
cat are both members

of the felidae family.

It's a simple matter of
rearranging the molecules.

- Well.

Too bad Clyde Beatty
didn't know about that.

What an act he would have had.

(audience laughing)

- Well, Captain,
there's your lion.

(audience laughing)

- I think you can handle
this ferocious beast

unarmed, Frank.

- But the lion.

Where did he go?

There was a lion
here as big as a--

- Lion.

But how could a lion
turn into a pussycat?

Bill, it was Martin!

You'll never believe this, Bill.

But Martin O'Hara is a mar--

(beeping)
(gasping)

(audience laughing)

- -velous person.

You're just marvelous.

- You're right, I
wouldn't believe it.

O'Hara, don't tell me
you've been here all along.

- Alright, I won't tell you.

- Here, Lieutenant.

A little trophy for
your collection.

(audience laughing)

(growling)

(audience laughing)

- Captain!

(audience laughing)

Wait!

- Oh, dear, I'm so
mixed up and confused.

I don't know what I'm
seeing or what I'm saying.

Oh, Bill, wait for me!

(audience laughing)

(laughing)

- Well, Mrs. Brown
is back to normal.

(laughing)

- What's so amusing, Tim?

- I was just thinking
about the expression

on Brennan's face
when he saw the lion

change back into a pussycat.

- Well, if you
find that humorous,

just wait til you
see his expression

when the molecules
reassemble again.

(laughing)

Well.

You don't mean.

Oh.

You wouldn't, would you?

- Don't worry.

The lieutenant is in no danger.

Unfortunately, we
martians suffer

from a distressing affliction.

The ability to
resist temptation.

(light music)

(electronic music)