All language subtitles for Doogie Howser MD s02e19 Nobody Expects the Spanish Inquisition.eng

It's not their fault.
The blueprints are wrong.

Tell them it doesn't matter.

I just want it moved.

O.K., o.K..
Shut up now, o.K.?

All right, this is it.

Uh, la mesa... Esta...

We've already
had this conversation, Mr. stapleton.

I've been watching you, kid.

How would you like a job

for the next three weeks
after school?

I'll pay you 5 bucks an hour

for on-the-spot
translations.

I have a job.
I'm a doctor.

Is he putting me on?

Only in L.A.

I can see how
that could be a problem.

What is this?

I know you said fresh.

They only had frozen.

Doc, I get a pain

right behind the shoulder blades

whenever i lift this arm.

Then don't lift that arm.

Is there any way
we can hurry this job along?

I'm going as fast as I can.

Hello?

Yes, he's here, but he's busy.

I'll take it.

It's probably the tile man.

I'm having delivery problems.

Yeah. I don't care

if they're having
problems in Detroit.

I want what I want.

What I want is 500

on the pistons
against the Lakers.

What can you give me

on the Knicks
and the trail blazers?

What's this,
Caesar's palace now?

We knew there
were going to be some problems.

Yes, but...

I can't open
my own refrigerator, Katherine.

Mr. stapleton, you and I

are going to have to have
a conversation.

David, don't antagonize him.

They're almost finished.

40 on the Knicks.

It will only make things worse.

How could it
possibly get any worse?

Hi, sweetheart.

Mom?

I don't want
to rain on your parade,

but is that island
supposed to be there?

Say that again. There's
a lot of noise here.

I finally did it...
Retirement.

Wow.
Great.

A life-long dream.

No more blueprints.
No more blisters.

Yeah.
This contractor's

finally hung up his tool belt.

Your father and i
have bought a motor home.

We plan on driving
across country

from monterey to palm beach.

Of course, we had to
make this our first stop.

Well, we don't
want to hold you up.

America's a vast country.

This pressed wood in here?

That's solid oak, mister.

Solid oak, huh?

Sounds flimsy to me.

Who's this?

Why don't we
go into the living room?

Doogie, I hope you're
not going to be too busy.

I was hoping we'd
get to know each other.

How long will that take?

Calm down.

We're only staying the weekend.

Why don't you
fly out and join us?

We're going to
some wonderful places.

Have you ever been to Graceland?

You can look into the bathroom

where the king keeled over.

That sounds like fun.
I'll think about it.

Gosh, look at the time.

I got to get ready for work.

Doog.

I saw the winnebago
in the driveway.

I thought to myself,
"old people."

Is demon don back in town?

Yes, and he wants to
take me to Elvis' bathroom.

What happens to people
when they get old?

It's like they lose
all sense of shame.

They make pilgrimages
to Graceland,

they wear pink socks,

all they can talk about
is their aches and pains and Ellis island.

Tell me about it.
That's grandpa's favorite story,

how the o'briens came over
on the boat from Ireland

with nothing but a sack of
potatoes between them.

Same with my grandfather,
just substitute Naples and garlic.

And he wonders why nobody would
sit next to him in steerage.

And then,
just when you thought things were gonna be o.K.,

along comes the depression.

Breadlines.
No shoes.

Everybody's saving paper bags.

Son, you don't know
how good you got it.

Oh, oh, doog,

speaking of unemployment,

you think I could
borrow the Chevy?

My car is in the shop.

Are you crazy?

You'll be lucky if my dad
ever let's you look at that car again.

Come on, doog,
cut me a break here.

I mean,
i already owe your old man 2500 bucks for wrecking it.

I gotta hunt for work
to pay it off.

Forget it.

Oh, man.

I'm up to my ears in debt.

I got no job, no car,

the most I'm gonna earn
is minimum wage

standing over a
vat of French fries

wearing some dumb hair net.

You think I'm gonna be
tellin' this pitiful story to my grandkids?

Right.

I never get sick.

I've never fainted before.

There's a nasty flu
going around,

but you're in good hands
with Dr. howser.

Don't worry, honey.

I love your accent.

Where are you from?

Fordham, Louisiana.

Small town, but people
have the biggest hearts

in the entire south.

Well, Mrs. McDonald,
the good news is it's not the flu.

You're not sick at all.
You're pregnant.

Oh, god!

Dennis, what are we going to do?

Shh.

That's why she wanted
to move to L.A....

To leave the bad memories.

How many children
in her family have died?

Her brother died when he was 4,

her nephew at 3.

It wasn't just Nora's family.

Everybody in town knew somebody

who'd lost a child to it.

My grandparents
talked about babies who died years ago.

Has there been
any research done,

any speculation
by local doctors?

Plenty. No answers.

Babies are born healthy,

and then they just
seem to waste away.

Anyway, when nobody
could tell me and Nora

what was happening,

we decided not to
have any children.

You can understand that,
can't you?

I guess what I'm
trying to tell you

is that I don't think
my wife and I

are going to want
to have this baby.

Look, Mr. McDonald, i
understand your anxiety,

but please don't make
any decisions right now.

Just give me some time

to find out more about this.

There's loss of motor functions

beginning at 6 months,

then progressive spasticity,

emaciation, grand mal seizures.

O.K., let's spitball.

Cerebral palsy.

It sounds like it, but
it's more devastating.

These kids die before 5.

A genetic disorder.

A.L.S.

That doesn't hit
till much later in life.

Tay-sachs.

That's passed through
eastern European Jews.

This is a catholic
family from Louisiana.

Muscular dystrophy.

I tested them,
the serum ck was low normal.

I'm telling you,
my best hunch is it's environmental.

Some pollutant.

Lead poisoning.

No, I checked it out.

It's got to be something.

Look at that door!

I haven't leveled it yet!

You couldn't level that
with a bulldozer!

More coffee?

Yes, dear, thank you.

This pass-through's
too small!

And these hinges...
85 cents a pop.

You're
charging $1.50.

Hello, sweetheart.

I was hoping that was the TV.

Where did you get your
contractor's license...

From a mail-order
catalogue?

O.K., buddy, that's it!

Lady, life's too short.

Either he goes, or I go.

Katherine, this
man's a charlatan.

This kitchen
will blow over in a strong wind.

I'm waiting.

Tell him, Katy bud.

He's my father.

Fine.

Fine? It's not fine.

Luis... Miguel!

Bill? Mr. stapleton?

You can't quit.
You're not finished,

and nobody would take over.

Please!

We can work this out.

We're civilized people.

Here, would you
like some orange juice?

I found fresh.

All the orange juice
in California

couldn't make up for
what I've been through.

Stop! Please!

Boys, I'm only paying
for half a day.

Ohh!

Good riddance to bad rubbish.

Dad, look at my kitchen.

Thank your lucky stars I'm here.

Otherwise you'd
really be in trouble.

Don, you're
not thinking of doing this

all by yourself?

Grandma's right.
You're retired.

This is a big project.

You can't do this by yourself.

Yeah, you're right.

Ladies, meet the team
of o'brien and howser.

Ohh!

So there we were,
the five of us,

with nothing between us

but a few battered suitcases.

I was 10 years old.

We waited for hours

in that great immigration hall,

surrounded by poles
and Russians and Italians,

all talking
different languages...

Like the tower of babel.

Like the tower of babel.

Then there was
the medical examination.

Nail fungus.

This boy in front of me

had a bad case of nail fungus.

What are you two doing anyway?

This here is work,
not a sandbox.

Mr. o'brien,
I'm a student.

The most physical work
I've done this year is erasing.

Well, put your backs into it.

That's the trouble with
kids today... you're soft.

When we got here,
i knew I was going to work,

even though I was
barely old enough

to tie my shoelaces.

We had to roll up our sleeves

and fend for ourselves.

Irene, is there any
coffee in that motor home?

Irene?

Marrone!

Doog, doog, this is slave labor.

It's like we're
building the pyramids

without the oxen.

You're getting paid.

Yeah, slave wages.

By the time i
pay your father back,

he'll be so old,
he'll drool over the check.

But you get to go home.

I've got to listen to
my grandfather's stories

for the rest of my life.

I could go on jeopardy!

And sweep the blarney category.

Wait till we get
to the first house he ever built.

We go through that
board by board.

"There we were,
just the four of us

"with only rusted tools.

"We lived on potato skins.

"Actually, it
was the depression,

"so we didn't get
the whole skin... only the eyes.

"Uncle Liam gave me
his potato skin, and said...

"keep this as a family heirloom.

"That's the trouble
with kids today.

"They don't know
what it's like to eat potato skins.

Faith and begorra!"

That's not very funny.

So that's what you
think of your heritage?

No, grandpa, i...

Do you realize
how different your life might've been

if we hadn't got on that boat?

Suppose you've been
too busy making fun of me.

Just a stupid old man,
never been to college,

and you're the big doctor.

You may have all
the degrees in the world,

but there's a lot
you don't understand.

Grandpa, I'm sorry.

I'm proud of my family, boy.

I'm proud of what
we've accomplished...

Pulling ourselves
up from nothing.

I know.

I'm proud of you, too, damn it.

A man spends his whole life

trying to give his family
opportunities

that he never had,

because he wants them
to be better than he was.

One day they are better.

They're better educated,
they're more successful.

Then they make him feel

like he's got nothing to offer.

I know you could
teach me things.

You don't act like it.

I'm sorry.
I was being stupid.

I shouldn't have
blown up at you.

Short fuse.

Hey, I understand.

I've got a short fuse, too.

Boy, that's an o'brien legacy.

Frank o'brien,
your great-great-uncle,

he was the worst.

They hung him for it.

For yelling at his grandson?

No, no.

He killed a man...
In a bar fight

back in county cork.

You mean there's
a murderer in our genes?

Yup.

Cool.

My grandfather told me this,

the whole story.

He was there for the execution.

Oh, yeah.

They brought poor old frank
out in a cart.

He was all dressed in white.

That was the custom of the day.

The third son

was a big strapping
fella called Patrick.

He was quite a character.

They said he had hands
the size of hams.

Is this Patrick the bricklayer?

No. Patrick
the prize fighter.

Don't mind my saying so,

but there's a strong
belligerent streak in your family.

An o'brien never
walked away from a fight.

The men feared Patrick,

but the women thought he
was an Irish frank Sinatra.

That's why he
had to come to America.

He left to escape women?

Is he an idiot?

No. He just fell for
the wrong sort of women.

That's my favorite kind.

Was she married?

Worse. She
was a protestant.

Their families wouldn't
let them marry,

so they left.

They had to leave

because they came
from different religions?

Read your history books.

This country was built
by refugees

from religious persecution.

You have your catholics,

your puritans, your Jews.

It was really a terrible thing.

They came here so afraid,

they changed their names
and hid their beliefs

just trying to feel safe.

Say that again, grandpa.

What?

The part
about religious persecution.

Well, it was awful.

Whole families
lost their heritage.

That's why it's important

to keep alive
where you come from.

That's it.
That's it.

Thanks, grandpa.

I got to go to the hospital.

Oh, sure.

He always pulls that doctor crap

any time he wants to
get out of anything.

It never works when I try it.

Yes!

I did a lot of research
and nothing.

Then my grandfather
said something.

What?

He started talking
about religious persecution.

See, hundreds of years ago,

Jews from all over Europe
fled to America

to escape religious persecution.

Some of them
moved to remote areas

of the country,

changed their names,

even converted
to other religions.

What's this got to do with us?

Well, everything.

There are isolated
pockets of this country

where people are
of Jewish descent without realizing it.

But our families are catholic.

Well, now they are.

The disease you described

has all the characteristics
of a genetic disorder called tay-sachs,

but nobody suspected it

because tay-sachs
is passed down in genes

of eastern-European Jews.

That's what killed my brother?

I'm sure of it.

I had your parents tested.
They're both carriers.

A geneticist...
A Dr. shapira...

Has found the problem
in other communities near yours.

So then our baby has it, too.

I tested your blood samples.

Neither of you is a carrier.

There's no reason
to think your baby won't be perfectly healthy.

Here, grandpa.

Are we ready yet?

Just a minute, dad.

It's getting cold out here.

All ready, men.

Hit that circuit breaker,
doogie.

Got it, grandpa.

Ohh!

Oh, dad, it's beautiful.

It's elegant.

This is magnificent, don.

You've really done us proud.

I had some very good
men working with me.

Oh, Dr. h.

I hate to introduce
the delicate subject of money

at such
a warm family moment...

What do I owe you, Vincent?

Well, let's see.

18 hours at 5 bucks an hour,

that's... 105 bucks.

90 bucks.

Oh, right.

My mistake.

Mm-hmm.

$90.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Oh...

Well, that's a load off my mind.

Only a mere $2,410 to go.

Vincent, when you factor in

the commitment and enthusiasm

you've put into this project,

I'm inclined
to call it... Even.

What would you say to that?

I'd say thank you!

Oh, thank you!

God bless you, Dr. h!

I love you!

Vincent, stand up.
Stop it.

You ever driven
one of these things?

It's like being
king of the road...

Heads turn,
girls go crazy for this.

I'll bet.

Come on.
The open road, she's calling me.

Don't rush me.

Well, I guess we made up
for a little lost time.

More than a little.

I'm going to miss you, grandpa.

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