All language subtitles for Brooklyn Nine-Nine - S01E16 - The Party.eng.SDH

SANTIAGO: Everyone, check your email.

The greatest thing that could
ever happen has just happened.

The girl who beat you for
high school valedictorian died?

No. "Kevin Cozner requests your
presence at Raymond's birthday party."

Who's Kevin Cozner?

Is he the star of Danzes with Wolvez?

He's Captain Holt's husband.
Captain Raymond Holt?

We're invited to the
Captain's birthday party.

Oh, the Captain's party and whatnot.

I can't wait to see the
inside of Raymond's house.

I'm going to learn everything
there is to know about him.

I bet it's really fancy.
Like Beauty and the Beast fancy.

Nah, it's probably just an empty
white cube with a USB port in it

for him to plug his finger in
when he's on sleep mode.

Apparently, my husband, Kevin,

has invited you all to my party.

There is very little street parking.

No gifts. No singing of Happy Birthday.

It should be fun.

Sounds fantastic.

Did you hear that?
His husband invited us. Not him.

He so doesn't want us there.
Yes, he does.

It was kind of a last minute invite.

Just stirring the pot.

Why wouldn't Holt want us there?

Because he thinks

we're going to embarrass
him in front of his husband.

Which, frankly, is insulting.

Oh, man. All the orange
soda spilled out of my cereal.

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

Happy birthday, you sly old fox.

How many spankings is it this year?

Peralta, please.
Save some charm for the party.

Oh, you mean the party

that you begrudgingly invited us to

at the last minute because
you don't want us there?

I couldn't be happier you're coming.
And it shows.

I can't wait to meet Kevin.

I assume he's the fun
one in the relationship.

I'm not sure you and
Kevin will get along.

Really? Well, I disagree.

In fact, I will guarantee you
that by the end of the night,

Kev and I will be best friends.

He hates being called Kev. Or does he?

Yes.

Ah, bam!

Behold.
My secret weapon for winning over Kevin.

In this box is every grisly crime

the Nine-Nine has worked

in the past eight years.

Civilians love juicy cop stories.

Oh, I call that murder where they strung

fishing wire through three guys.

Hey, we solved that together.

Well, tough tattros. I called it.

Also, I have loaded all of my favorite

karaoke backing tracks onto my phone.

Kevin and I will be duetting
"Rolling in the Deep."

That's it. Emergency squad meeting,

briefing room, two minutes.

PERALTA: Uh, "Adult Parties"?

Sergeant, I believe
they're called orgies.

No look five.

I met my wife at an orgy.

Well, she was leaving an orgy

and we bumped into
each other on the street.

Real meet cute.

Thank you for exhibiting exactly

why this meeting is necessary.

Everyone here needs some instruction

on interacting with grownups.

Sergeant, why am I here?

I'm always incredibly appropriate.

In high school, I was
voted "Most Appropriate."

Ooh. Self burn. Those are rare.

I shouldn't be here either.
I'm fine at parties.

I just stand in the middle of
the room and don't say anything.

Here are the rules.
No staring at your phones.

No rolling in two hours late.

No sweatpants, no jeans, and no shorts.

What about dress-up shorts?

For instance, the kind
Jen Aniston might wear.

No, those are still shorts. No shorts.

And everyone bring a bottle of wine.

Why are there so many rules?

I mean, next thing you're
going to say is we can't be late.

Yeah.
That's, like, the first thing I said.

Oh…

This neighborhood is amazing.
Class just seeps out of every vestibule.

Keep it in your pants, Santiago.

Scully, I specifically said no shorts.

Sarge, it's not my fault. You said so
many things about shorts, I got confused.

Man, did I screw the pooch.

[PANTING] Peralta. Where have you been?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I know, I am
threety-five minutes late. Yikes!

But I had to stop and get some wine.

Hello, good sir. I'd like your
finest bottle of wine, please.

That will be $1,600.

Great. I'd like your eight
dollar-est bottle of wine, please.

It's from the finest
vineyard in Arkansas.

Yeah! Ah. Samesies.

Wow. Wow.

Ah. Welcome. Captain.

ALL: Captain! Raymond!

Those slacks are a knockout.

Come on, Amy.

I trust you found my home easy to locate,

and thank you all for
wearing appropriate footwear.

Wow, you really let your hair
down when you're not at the office.

Ah, Detectives, meet my husband, Kevin.

Nice to meet you. Hi.

Evening. So glad you could make it.

Ah, and look.
You've brought us some wine.

"Drink."
This is legally called "wine drink."

Hmm. How very thoughtful. Thank you.

It's red. Like blood.

You know, I worked a double homicide
on this block a couple of years ago.

The details will astound you.

Yes, I'm sorry.
Perhaps Raymond didn't say anything.

Our home has a "no shoptalk" policy.

I don't bring home Beowulf

and he doesn't bring home cop stories.

So, may I pour you some of
this wine drink you brought us?

Perhaps all of it?

All of it sounds good.

Actually, Ray and I met over the phone.

Oh, they've all heard the story.

No, we haven't. And we need to.

Well, Ray was a source for an
article I was writing for The New Yorker.

I asked him a series of dry
questions about police work,

and his answers had me in stitches.
[CHUCKLES]

There's no one funnier than Ray Holt.

Amen. There isn't?

We met for a drink that night and
we've been together ever since.

So, Kevin, I hear you're
a professor at Columbia?

That's right.
Yes, I head the Classics Department.

Oh, interesting. Classics.

Zeppelin, Hendrix, Die Hard.

Total classics head over here.

I'm joking.
Obviously, I know what the classics are.

The Odyssey and the one you
said when we got here, the wolf one.

Kevin, why don't we go mingle
and let the Detectives settle in?

Boyle, what happened to your shirt?

I spilled a wonderful winter salsa.

Here, wear my shirt.
I was going to take it off anyway.

Hitchcock, no. Boyle, take my sweater.

Fits really well.
We have similar physiques.

We've been here all of four
minutes and you guys have

already forgotten everything I said.

Party huddle stat.

JEFFORDS: Okay, gang.
We need a new strategy.

Totally. What is going on out there?

We can't tell cop stories,

Kevin doesn't find me charming,

and a native English speaker
referred to Captain Holt as hilarious.

I am flummoxed.

That's a word I learned
for this party, and I am it.

Well, I'm doing fine. Really?

"Raymond, those slacks are a knockout."

Do you think he heard that?

Only 'cause you yelled it.

Shut up.

From now on, we play to our strengths.

Charles, you know everything about food.
That's all you talk about.

I mean, I don't think anyone will
ever know everything about food.

It's an evolving discipline.

That's great stuff.

It's so boring. Don't waste it.

Amy, you studied art history.
That's interesting.

Scully, opera. Hitchcock, nothing.

Talk about nothing.

Rosa, stick with Gina.

Make sure she doesn't say
anything insane or steal anything.

Too late. [GIGGLING]

Don't worry. It's just, like,
hats and scarves and stuff.

She will put those back.
I will handle the chitchat.

Well, that just leaves you, Peralta.
What's your cultural specialty?

Easy. Kevin mentioned The New Yorker,

and I've totally read that.

[LAUGHING]

Keep a low profile. Chuckle at anecdotes.

Try not to start any conversations.

Got it. Wait a minute.
You're Hitchcocking me?

Well, not surprising.
We're practically twins.

Be appropriate. On three. Quietly.

One, two, three.

ALL [SOFTLY]: Be appropriate.

Now, break it up. We look weird.
SANTIAGO: Right.

Don't move as a group.
You're not gazelles.

-No, no, I said "millimeter."
-[ALL LAUGHING]

Oh, Ray, I'm going to choke from laughter.
You're too funny.

[LAUGHING]

Yes. Great humor words, Raymond.

You know, it reminds me of
a very interesting article I read

about human trafficking
in The New Yorker.

No, it doesn't. Oh.

The one written by David Remnick?
I loved that piece.

From four weeks ago.
Or was it three weeks?

No, four.

Anyways, I was riveted.
I'm a huge New Yorker guy.

I could talk about
that article for hours.

Great. That's unnecessary.

Let's do that right now. Let's do!

Ah! There they are.
Kevin, let's greet our guests.

Oh. Duty calls.

To be continued. Totes! Can't wait.

I can wait.

All I remember about that article is
the title. I was hopped up on nitrous.

Well, we've got to find that magazine.
It's got to be in here somewhere, right?

This place is like a
candy store for nerds.

Stop eating crab wrong!

Ah!

Pepper relish on your arancini.
Very playful.

Cut through the richness,
add a little levity. I love that.

You really know your food.

You could say it's the only
thing I'm allowed to talk about.

I'm Charles. I work with Captain Holt.

I'm Vivian Ludley. I work with Kevin.

No. The Vivian Ludley?

Author of Stone Fruits and
Stone-Stones: Food of the Paleolithic Era?

I'm a huge fan. It's got the best
recipes for making salads out of moss.

The trick is you have
to lean into the dirt taste.

A-ha. Mmm.

Chickpeas, tahini, smoked paprika.

They make their own hummus.

Santiago? Sergeant! I'm learning so much.

We both have blue hand towels,

we have the same microwave,

and once I buy coasters
made out of geodes,

we'll both have those. [CHUCKLES] Yeah.

No! Hey! My notes!

This is a birthday party,
not a recon mission.

You can get this back
at the end of the night.

All right.
Let's go interact with these dummies.

Wait here.

What do you teach?

Comparative historiography of the
French and American revolutions.

Nope. How about you?

Molecular biology. Worse.

What do you study?

Abnormal psychology.

So, like, weirdos and freaks?

You should meet my friend. Hey.

Gina, what are you
thinking about right now?

I was thinking how I would make
the perfect American president,

based upon my skill set,
dance ability, and bloodlust.

That is fascinating.

[GIGGLES] Ashanti.

Oh, man. It's black Tom
Selleck and white Sidney Poitier.

[SIGHS]

Come on. All books and no magazines?

What kind of crappy
library is full of books?

A crap library.

All of the magazines are in the bathroom.
Great solve, Peralta.

Ah!

Can I help you?

Captain, I didn't hear you
silently sneak up on me.

Oh, that reminds me.
Tell Kevin that I am available

for brunch on Sunday the 17th.

The 17th is a Tuesday.

Why are you talking about
The New Yorker all of a sudden?

I always talk about
smart stuff, you know,

the Jazz Age, what's in a name,

the 1950s movies that were from the '50s.

Those were the categories on Jeopardy!
last night.

Don't try so hard to impress my husband.
Yes, sir.

To the crap library.

April 13th, May 2nd…

Come on. Why doesn't my
life always work out perfectly?

-[KNOCK ON DOOR]
-Uh, just a second!

I'm halfway done!
I'm halfway there. I'm halfway done,

-with what's happening in here.
-WOMAN: Okay.

[OPERATIC SINGING IN ITALIAN]

This song gets to me every time.
It's beautiful.

You must be so proud. I sure am.

How long have you two been together?

We've been partners for almost 30 years.

So, do you two ever get harassed at work?

Harassed? For what?

For being a gay couple who
works together in the NYPD.

Uh…

Peralta! Hey!

Don't you one-minute me.
I will break that finger off.

Hang up that phone.
I am talking to my credit card company.

I tried to get an online
subscription to The New Yorker,

and they declined me.

Apparently, based on
my previous purchases,

they assumed it was fraud. That's crazy.

I'm fancy.
One time, I had coffee flavored ice cream.

Shut up. Okay.

Hang up now.

If you're that desperate,
the first two paragraphs

of the article are on the free site.

You have one minute to look it up,

and then if I catch you
on that phone again…

Oh, my.

Don't worry. I'm due for an upgrade
and my babies are on the cloud.

He is so strong.

Thank you. Lovely party, Kevin.

These tiny pickles are hilarious.

They're called cornichons.

So, that New Yorker article about
human trafficking we were discussing?

Mmm, yes. So interesting.
Especially the first two paragraphs.

Right, but what did you think of
the thesis, vis-à-vis modern slavery,

and its undeniable role in the economy?

Good.

If you ask me, the whole
thesis was way off base,

vis-a-vis the rest of the article,

vis-a-vis America…

The article was antislavery.
Are you saying that slavery is good?

You know, I think you're
missing the point of the article.

You must not be remembering it right.

Well, I just read it last
night as I got in bed.

It's quite fresh in my memory.

Ah. You know, I would like
to hear more of your thoughts.

And I would love to give
them to you, but unfortunately,

I have got to hit the crap library.
Excuse me one second.

My last meal on Earth?
That's a great question.

I'd go classic French. Ortolan.

Tiny songbird, eaten in a single bite,

bones and all, in open defiance of God.

It's illegal to consume Ortolan,

but I actually got an academic
dispensation to eat one once. [SIGHS]

The beak, very crunchy.

That is literally the sexiest
thing anyone has ever said.

How are you single?
You're not seeing anyone?

No. There's nobody in my life.

Sort of a sad thing to
wink about, I realize now.

Aren't you supposed to be
babysitting Gina? Doesn't need my help.

She's over there dazzling
some psychologists.

All men are at least 30% attracted to me.

My mother cried the day I was born,

because she knew she
would never be better than me.

At any given moment, I'm
thinking about one thing,

Richard Dreyfuss hunkered
over, eating dog food.

I feel like I'm the Paris of people.

Complete overlap of ego and id.
It's been theorized,

but I never thought I'd see it.

I'm exquisite. [LAUGHS]

[MOANING]

I can't believe I'm Frenching in
the closet. I feel like a teenager.

And I feel like I'm 40 again.

Chew on this shiso leaf.
It will give our kissing umami flavor.

Delicious. [EXHALES DEEPLY]

Time to put my newfound
knowledge to the test.

So, sir. Popcorn setting.

Always too short, am I right?

I'm sorry? On our microwave.

We have the same microwave.

Oh, I didn't buy it.
It, um, came with the house.

Hummus. Thoughts?

I have no thoughts about hummus.

If you'll excuse me. Yeah.

Blink twice if you'd
like me to mercy kill you.

I thought I had done
enough recon, but clearly,

I've only scratched the surface.

If I'm gonna bond with him, I have
to massively violate his privacy.

But Truffaut wrote Breathless. [CHUCKLES]

And I've always considered
movies a writer's medium.

I can't agree. It's Godard's film.

Come on.

I mean, Truffaut is also important.

Seriously? Hold this. I've got to go.

Wow. Maybe it is Truffaut's film.

Mighty DVR, tell me the Captain's secrets.
Unveil yourself to me.

Oh, How It's Made: Contact Lenses. Bingo!

What are you doing here? I… What?
I'm not. What are you doing here?

I need to find a New Yorker
that Kevin left by the bed,

so I can justify this whole pro
slavery stance I backed myself into.

-Detectives!
-PERALTA: Sarge.

I see that you, like I, came
up here to chastise Santiago.

Amy, this is low, even for you.

I cannot believe you would both violate

the "please stay downstairs" rule,

which was prominently posted.

Get out of here.

HOLT: I don't know why we
have to have this discussion again.

What do we do? Bathroom. Bathroom.

Why are you upset with me?

Your employees are the ones
putting a damper on the party.

They are acting terribly. You're the
one who's been acting terribly tonight.

You've been curt and
snobby with my guests.

You've been needling
poor Peralta so much,

you practically made him a new suit.

Needled him a new suit. Even when
we're fighting, you're hilarious. Stop it.

Stop it.

Oh, no. Dog. Allergies.
Sneezing. No. Get away.

Shh. Grab the dog.

Look at me. Do not blow this for us.

You know what? I knew this
wasn't going to work. It never has.

We should have just gone out for dinner
to a restaurant, like we do every year.

Why did you make me invite them?

I made you invite them
because I like them.

-They're good people.
-[SANTIAGO SNEEZING]

Santiago, are you hiding in my bathroom

with a dog that you're
deathly allergic to?

SANTIAGO: No.

Occupied. [PANTING]

Well, this has been a stinky 12 hours.

My computer bag got a hole in the
bottom and my power cord fell out.

Last night was such a disaster,
I wheeze-cried myself to sleep.

Well, at least Captain said he liked us.

Right before he kicked us out
of his house for violating his trust.

Why didn't Kevin want to invite us?

We could have been really cool people.

We weren't, but we could have been.

Well, as soon as he unveiled
his "no cop talk" policy, I was sunk.

Gruesome murders are
the cornerstone of my charm.

Well, he spent the
last 30 years with a cop.

Maybe he's sick of hearing about it.

Wait. Maybe that's not what he's sick of.

Santiago, you brilliant bastard.
You figured it out!

Hello again, Professor Kevin Cozner.

What do you want? I'd like to
tell you about a case I solved.

Thank you, but just as with my home,

my office has a strict
"no cop talk" policy.

I figured, but the case that I have solved
is the case of the "no cop talk" policy.

There were three things that
bothered me about last night.

You didn't want the
Nine-Nine at your party,

even though you'd never met us.

Your friends immediately asked Hitchcock
and Scully if they were harassed.

And there was something interesting
about that photo in your library.

You and the Captain
were shunted off to the side.

I don't think you dislike cop talk.
I think you dislike cops.

[SCOFFS] I'm married to one. I know.

And I can't imagine it's been
fun watching the man you love

marginalized, under-appreciated,
and disrespected by the NYPD.

Because he's gay, Raymond has
been put through hell by his colleagues.

Many of whom, quite
frankly, look exactly like you.

Devastatingly handsome? I'm sorry.
I'm uncomfortable with emotions.

So, yes, I decided a long time ago
that just because I love Raymond,

doesn't mean I have to love
the people he works with.

Good solve, Detective. Nice cop lingo.

Look, I'm really sorry
that we ruined your party.

I'd like to make it up to you.

PERALTA: Captain,
thank you for joining us.

What's going on?
A proper birthday dinner.

Amy chose the restaurant. Captain.

Huh. Perfect.
I've always wanted to come here.

PERALTA: Boyle picked the menu.
Vivian helped.

Terry chose the champagne.

I'm sorry about your party, sir.

I tried to keep them
in line, but I failed.

Well, that's not your job.

I'm only sorry you didn't get
a chance to enjoy yourself.

Gina has brought back all the silverware

that she stole from your house.

What? Also, this clock.

Good heavens. This isn't ours.

And my contribution will
be to refrain from discussing

The New Yorker for
the rest of my living days.

Enjoy. Thank you, Jake.

You're welcome, Kevin. Call me Kev.

Oh. What?

Oh, he told you to say that, didn't he?

Well you are always playing
pranks on me, Raymond.

Just once, let me be the funny one.

[SIGHS]

And finally, it is my great
pleasure to introduce

the Nine-Nine's own Detective
Scully to serenade you.

[OPERATIC SINGING IN ITALIAN]

[SOBS] This part always gets me.