All language subtitles for Bobs.Burgers.S13E20.1080p.WEB.H264-CAKES

- Dumb overstuffed closet...
- Hello.

I'm fancy dad shoe hands.

That's how Dad should wear them.

Oh. All of you... are in here.

Uh, I hope you don't mind,

and there's gonna be nudity.

Yeah, we've seen that movie.

It doesn't scare us anymore.

Uh, Lin, w-what are you doing?

I'm cleaning out
our closet, Bob.

I tried to get a blanket
from the top shelf

and all this fell on me.

It was like Flashdance,

but instead of water
splashing down,

it was all our junk.

There's too much stuff in here.

We got to get rid of some of it.

Like this. What is this?

It's a humidifier.

Oh, right. We got this

and then it got really,
really moist in here

and we got mold.

Add it to the list of
ways we've gotten mold.

Okay, and
then there's this thing.

What's that?

The world's first R2-D2?

Oh. No, that's my
Grandma Alice's radio.

Your Grandma Alice's
unbelievably heavy radio.

- What, does this thing have bricks in it?
- Possibly?

I-I think people used to
like things that were heavy.

I remember that
radio. Sort of. Hi.

Bob, I know this
is your grandma's,

but maybe it's time
to say goodbye?

I mean, didn't the
guy at the repair shop

say it was totally unfixable?

- Like Dad's posture.
- Mm.

But Lin, we can't
get rid of the radio.

It-It's a family heirloom.

This is an heirloom?

You guys couldn't
have handed us down,

like, a bunch of fancy
gold forks or something?

Well, does it at
least play MP3s?

- Uh... no.
- Hmph.

When it worked,
it had AM and FM,

and, uh, this one had shortwave.

Which is really cool.

You can listen to broadcasts
from all over the world.

- If it worked it could do that.
- Yes.

But it doesn't,
'cause it's broken.

Right. You know the story
behind this radio, right?

I-I know I've told it to you.

I remember that
there was a story

and the radio was in it?

I kind of remember it.

It's about your grandmother
helping a soldier

with a badly burned face?

No, uh, I-I think that's
The English Patient.

I remember the story
about great-grandma.

There was something
about a spy, right?

Wait, we have a family
story with a spy in it?

Why don't I know this?

I guess it's been a
while since I've told it.

You might've been pretty little.

Do you guys want
me to tell it again?

- Yeah. - Yes.
- No, I don't want to hear

about our family spy story.

Yes, tell it again!

I mean, we were cleaning
the closet, but go ahead.

Okay, so, it was the summer
in 1941 during World War II...

When English patients
were losing their faces

all over the place.

Um, sure. Anyway...

My grandmother Alice

lived in Red Point,
Brooklyn with her mother,

my great-grandmother Gertie.

There was a shipyard there

where they made
submarines for the Navy.

Alice was a new
mom to my mom, Lily,

who was a baby at the time.

Aw. Baby mama.

And this is
while Alice's husband,

my grandpa Billy, was overseas.

Men. Am I right?

I mean, he was a
soldier. Fighting in the war.

I guess that's a decent excuse.

Lily was about six months old...

and she was waking
up a lot during the night...

Oof, I remember those days.

I'm still mad at
you kids about that.

Okay, baby, okay, all right.

And once Lily got going,

nothing really calmed her down,

except for the
static on the radio.

This very specific static.

My grandmother
basically invented

the first white noise machine.

- So we're rich.
- Uh, no.

Ah, dang it. Where is it?

The baby's crying. A lot.

Yes. Thanks, Ma, that's helpful.

Hey, I would love it if
we could leave the radio

on the shortwave static
that Lily likes? Please?

Sure, but the problem is
that I like to listen to music

and people talking
during the day

and my programs aren't on
the crying baby static channel.

Well, I'd move the
radio into her room,

but who can move
this thing? You know?

Somebody moved it.

They didn't build
the building around it.

Oop. Lily's got the
pigeons going again.

Their apartment was
on the top floor of the building

and my grandfather Billy
kept a pigeon coop on the roof.

Alice and Gertie were taking
care of it while he was away.

Sounds like a recipe
for pigeon poop roof soup.

I'm gonna close the window.

We don't get to sleep, but
the rest of the neighborhood

shouldn't have to suffer.

Uh, no. Ma, no,
it's boiling in here.

Uh, I don't want to
accidentally cook the baby.

I think it's frowned upon.

There it is.

Okay, okay, okay...

Oh, thank God.

All right, I'm
going back to bed.

Good night, you
little screamy mimi.

Good night. Good
night, good night.

Hey, try listening to this
station during the day.

You might like it.

Okay, eyes are
starting to close.

Um...

Aw. Old-timey raccoons.

More about them? No,
no, never mind, keep going.

Oh, you're asleep. Thank God.

But a few hours
later, Lily woke up again.

I feel like this story

is, like, 80% crying baby

and not enough percent spy.

Shh. I'm getting to that.

Oh, sweetie. It is
4:30 in the morning.

You should really try sleeping.

It's so great. Everybody's
talking about it.

Okay, here you go.

Here's your static.

Huh?

All of a sudden,

the static stopped

and Alice heard someone
speaking German.

Yes. Spy.

Schofield boat company.

Alice recognized

the name of the shipyard,

which was right at
the end of her street.

Oh,
no, no, no. No, no.

And then, because
the static had stopped,

Lily started to cry again.

Okay, it's okay.

But then something
really strange happened:

Alice heard Lily's
cry through the radio.

And then
the pigeons on the roof got riled up

because of Lily's crying.

And then Alice heard
the pigeons on the radio.

Which could only mean one thing.

Pigeons... don't like babies?

No. Or... maybe.

It meant that the
radio transmission

was coming from the
roof of Alice's building.

Right above her head.

Oh, my God.

- A German spy is on my roof.
- Ha-ha!

Der Kommissar's
in town. Uh-oh.

A spy on the roof.
That's so much worse

than when we had
that squirrel in the attic.

- We named him Flowers.
- Ugh, I'm so glad we never heard

a German spy when we
were up at night with you kids

when you were babies.

The only thing I heard
were your dad's farts.

- And yours.
- Baby farts.

Dad. Story. Keep
telling. Spy stuff. Go.

Right. So, Alice, who
was very, very brave...

Or so sleep-deprived that
she forgot what danger was...

Decided to put Lily in her
crib after she fell back asleep

and go up to the
roof to investigate.

Okay, sweetie,
I'll be right back.

Momma's gonna go see

if-if there's a German
spy on the roof.

Not a big deal.
Everything's fine.

Alice walked down the hallway

and up the stairs to the roof.

But the roof was empty,
except for the pigeons.

Uh, did you guys, uh, see him?

What'd he look like? Ugh.

I probably should've
put on shoes.

Sorry, no offense.

But then something
caught Alice's eye.

There was a little
bit of a shoe print

in the pigeon poop
right near the coop.

Ooh, a poop print.

A poop clue.

I've left those before.

Alice went back downstairs,

wondering which one of her
neighbors could be the spy.

- Mort!
- Gene, Mort's our neighbor and he's not a spy.

That's what
he wants you to think.

Okay. On her way
back to her apartment,

She ran into her neighbor Peter

who works at the shipyard.

And he seemed kind of nervous.

Uh, Alice. Uh, so
sorry to startle you.

What, were you...
up on the roof?

Uh, yeah? Were
you... up on the roof?

What? N-No.

I'm joking.

Are you, um, heading
to work? It's so early.

Yeah, I'm doing a
double shift today.

I'm working as much
as I can these days.

That's-that's good.

Good to make ships.

We need 'em, 'cause of the war.

Uh, yup.

Okay, well, I'd better go.

- Uh, have a good day.
- You, too.

Uh, are you looking at my feet?

Uh, my... back just went out.

Oh. Should I, uh...

- Oh, my God, it's better. Silly back.
- Oh.

Anyway, good luck
with making boats.

Alice went back to the apartment

and tried to get some sleep

before morning,
but she couldn't.

At breakfast, she
told Gertie everything.

So, you heard a
man speaking German

on the channel that
only plays static?

Yes, and he
mentioned the shipyard.

Uh-huh. And you saw a
footprint in some bird poop?

Yep. Up on the roof.

And you're sure you
weren't dreaming this?

Ma, this happened.

I am 89% sure.

Alice, honey, look at
you. You're exhausted.

You poured coffee
in your oatmeal

and you've been stirring
it for the last five minutes.

What? Why didn't you tell me?

I thought you were
being more efficient

about breakfast or something.

Oh, my God.

Listen, I'm gonna
go to the store

and pick up some groceries.

How about I bring Lily with me?

You can stay here.
Take a little nap.

We won't gossip
about you at all.

Or at least I won't.

Okay. Fine. I'll go lay down.

And we can talk about
the spy in our building later.

Mm-hmm.

I am doing fine

and Lily's on my side,
Ma. She heard it, too.

After a nap, Alice
got the laundry off the line

and went into the
living room to fold it.

Ugh, don't fold
laundry, catch the spy.

Well, I guess even
if there's a spy,

you still got to fold laundry.

I think the next James
Bond movie is about that?

Anyway...

Alice looked out the window

and saw Peter coming
home from work.

Which was strange, because
she'd never seen him come home

in the middle of the day.
And then another guy

who Alice didn't
recognize came up to Peter.

They shook hands, and
the guy started to hand Peter

what looked like
a small package.

- Small package Peter.
- Gene.

Peter shook his head

and motioned for
the guy to follow him.

They walked around the
corner and disappeared.

A handoff!

A handoff.

Alice... Again,
very brave person...

Ran downstairs to see if
she could get a better look.

But when she got to the alley,

Peter was gone.

And so was the mystery man.

Oh, my.

- Nice bathrobe, lady.
- Hmm?

Oh, hi, Ma.

Mr. Miller. Hello.

Hi, Alice.

I saw Mr. Miller at the store

and we walked back together.

He was just telling me about

the flowers he
planted out front.

Right. Those are
pretty, the flowers.

And, uh, what
kind... would they be?

Delphiniums. They
match your mother's eyes.

Oh, well, more like
my varicose veins.

Well, you do have the prettiest
varicose veins of anyone I know.

Mmm, yeah, well, I bet yours

aren't too shabby
either, mister.

Gertie was gettin' flirty.

So, dear, what are
you doing out here,

in your bathrobe?

Not that Lily's
embarrassed of you at all.

Oh. I just saw our
neighbor Peter.

Another guy handed
him something.

Is this about the
spy stuff again?

Ma. Shush.

Ugh, my daughter
thinks she heard

a German spy on
our roof last night.

She eedsnay more eepslay.

You know, I thought
I heard Fred Astaire

above my apartment,
but I think it's just

that my neighbors must
have extra loud shoes.

Extra loud
shoes. You're too much.

You should go up there
and threaten to Ginger them

right in the Rodgers, if
you know what I mean.

Huh. He's taking out
his trash again already?

Good lord, Alice, are you
keeping tabs on everyone?

You try to raise them
to be not too creepy

and look what you get.

Okay, I'm gonna go...
away from here, inside.

Uh, come on, Lily.
Goodbye, Mr. Miller.

And also, Ma, I'm not creepy.

No one thinks that
I'm creepy... at all.

Of course you're not, dear.

Alice, honey, should we turn
off the static since Lily's awake?

Well, I'm keeping it on

in case another spy
broadcast comes through.

And before you say anything,

I know you think
I'm being silly,

but to you I just say... Meh.

Yeah, you think that's
funny? Bluh, bluh. Mleh.

Okay, well, I'll
leave you to it.

I'm going to Doris's apartment
to play cards with the girls.

We started gambling.

I'm gonna take them
for all they're worth.

- Sounds fun.
- All right, I'll see you two later.

Good luck with your mom, Lily.

Come and get me
if she gets too weird.

Bye, Ma.

Huh...

Peter, Peter, Peter,

what are you doing,
Mr. Secret Handoff Man?

Oh, my God. Oh, God.

Where'd he go? Where is he?

Well, that wasn't good, right?

No, that did not seem good.

Oh, God. Peter.

He can radio
secrets to the Germans,

but he can't call before
coming over? Rude Nazi.

Oh, I'm on pins and needles.

I know the story, sort of,

and I'm still on
pins and needles.

- Me, too.
- Does anyone want some popcorn?

Can someone make some popcorn?

No. No popcorn.
Father. Continue. Please.

Okay, so Alice
had just seen Peter

staring up at her
from the sidewalk

and then there was
a knock at the door.

Uh, who is it?

Hi,
Alice, it's Mr. Miller.

Oh. Thank God.

Is your mother home? I had
something I wanted to give her.

Coming. Heh.

Oh, how pretty.

I bought them at a flower shop.

I would've picked
the ones I planted,

but then... there'd
be no flowers there.

Do you think she'll like
them or will she think

this is corny and
start avoiding me?

I think she'll think it's the
perfect amount of corny.

Uh, Mom's at her girlfriend's
house, playing cards.

I think they're gambling?

You should watch out
for her, she's trouble.

- Oh, my.
- Come on in.

I'll put these in some water.

Do you want something to
drink? Do you want some tea?

Okay. Can I give you a hand?

Or can I hold the baby for you?

I raised four kids
and six grandkids

and I hardly ever dropped them.

Yeah, okay. Sure. Thank you.

Uh, somebody's face is leaking.

Oh, heh. She only
drools on people she likes.

Oh, then I'm flattered.

Hey, Mr. Miller, do you know
Peter from down the hall?

Have you ever seen
him act... funny?

What, like a clown?

No. Not quite like a clown...

But more like cagey?

Why? Do you think he's a spy?

Eh... Maybe?

Well, one time I saw
him picking his nose

and then he pretended
he was just scratching it,

but we both know what I saw.

Oh. I'll get that.

And that's when Alice saw it.

She knew immediately
what that white smear was.

- Shoe poop.
- Shoop.

- Uh...
- What's that, hon?

Uh, I got surprised
by the, uh, the kettle.

Why do they make them
so loud? I'm right here.

You know? You
don't got to, like,

scream and whistle so loud.

Well, no. You made a sound

and I said, "What's that, hon?"

and then the kettle
started whistling.

So you must've made a
sound for some other reason.

Oh. You're right. Heh. Gosh.

It was so long ago, I
don't even remember.

Here, uh, l-let me, uh,
let me take, uh, Lily back.

I, uh, don't want her
spitting up on you. Again.

Uh, I-I can just take her back.

Oh, good,
yes, take the baby back.

You want that baby
back baby back baby back.

- Gene.
- Sorry.

You're gonna want
to let that steep.

Unless you like just hot water
with a bag in it.

At this point, there
is no doubt in Alice's mind

that Mr. Miller is
the German spy

she heard over the radio.

And he knows that she knows?

Well, she's not sure
if he knows she knows.

She knows what she knows,

but she doesn't know
what he knows she knows.

Uh, yeah. Right.

And she definitely
shouldn't let her mom date him.

Swipe left, Gertie.

Aren't you going to sit?

Oh, yes. Of course.

Are you... okay?

Uh, yeah, uh-huh.

Oh. Oof, ugh, I got
to change Lily's diaper.

Really? I don't smell anything.

Oh, yeah. Sometimes
she's sneaky with 'em.

But there's definitely
something there.

Um, I'll be right back.

I'm gonna... I'm
gonna change her.

Operator.
How may I direct your call?

- The police. I need the police.
- One moment please.

Police department.

Yes, hi, I have a
German spy in my kitchen.

A... a what? Can you speak
up? It's hard to hear you.

Well, I can't talk that loudly

because of the German spy
that's in my kitchen, right now.

All right. Uh, why do you
think this person is a spy?

'Cause of the pigeon
poop on his shoes.

- Okay...
- It's from the roof.

Where the pigeons are.
That's where he sends

his messages in the
middle of the night.

Sure. And what does he
say in these messages?

I don't know, I
don't speak German.

Well, don't
get testy, young lady.

Oh, do I hear a baby?

Yes. Yes, there's a baby.

That's nice. You must be pretty
sleepy most of the time, right?

Maybe you got mixed up
about this whole spy thing?

What? No. There is a
spy in my apartment, okay?

There you go
getting testy again.

Ma'am, I got to
take a real call.

You take care now.

No, no, no, no, no. Okay, great.

Thank you, bye.

Hi.

Were you calling somebody?

I... was calling... someplace...

because we ran
out of baby powder.

So I called my...

mother at her friend's house

to pick some up on her way home.

Isn't that baby powder?

This? What was
that... Oh, that one?

That baby powder is too powdery.

So, yup.

Oops.

That's broken.

And that's the
problem with landlines.

Ugh, poor Alice. Stuck in a room

with a baby and a spy?

She must've have been terrified.

You know what I would do
if I was cornered by a spy?

- What?
- Diarrhea.

Out of fear or as a weapon?

- Both.
- Good idea.

So, anyway, Mr. Miller
had just ripped

the phone cord out of the wall

and Alice had to think fast.

I just called the police.
They're on their way.

It didn't sound like
they're on their way.

Uh... You know what?

I think there's been
a misunderstanding.

I
Mean, you're Mr. Miller.

My nice, old neighbor.

And that is...
That's all I know.

I'm not that old.

I know, you're not elderly,

but compared to...

You know... Never mind.

Alice, I like you.

You're a nice lady.

And you've got
little Lily, but...

No. No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, please.

I'm... I'm a tired mom.

You know, people
think I'm delusional.

My own mother doesn't
believe anything I say.

Alice looked
around for a weapon,

but all she had were nipples
and rectal thermometers.

Nipple him! Then
take his bottom's temperature.

Gene, shh.

I'm sorry, Alice.

Don't do anything rash,
Mr. Miller. Think of Lily.

Your-your mother
will take care of Lily.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no,

she's a better
grandmother than a mother.

You got to trust me on this.

I'm back.

Just then, Gertie
came back home.

I forgot my wallet.

I walked all the way
to Doris's and she said,

"I hope you brought your money."

And I said, "Ah,
I'll be right back."

Oh, Mr. Miller.

Oh, Gertie. Oh, dear.

Are you okay?
You look... sweaty.

Ma, he's the spy! He's the spy!

Oh, Alice.

Oh, Alice!

Alice saw her chance.
She used her free arm

and all her strength

to tip the radio over
onto Mr. Miller's foot.

Run!

Yeah! Suck it, spy!

Alice and Gertie
got away, got help,

and called the police
who tracked down

and arrested Mr. Miller,

whose real name was something
in German that I can't remember.

- Kraftwerk.
- No.

And she broke
up a Nazi spy ring.

They found the transmitter,
they got Mr. Miller,

and they got other
spies eventually.

It was in the newspaper.

Online newspapers
or the other kind?

The other kind.

And it was my grandmother,
your great-grandmother.

Okay, we're never
getting rid of this radio.

And I'm not sure
I want to share it

with Gene and
Tina when I inherit it.

Mom, Dad, I'm the oldest. I
think you know what to do.

I'm gonna run away with it,
marry it, and start a family.

Wait, Dad, what happened
with Peter from the shipyard?

What was the deal with
the handoff and all that?

Oh. Yeah. Turns out,
Peter was planning

to propose to his
girlfriend. And his brother

was a jeweler. The
handoff Alice saw

was his brother
giving him the ring.

And his girlfriend's building
was on the same block,

so he didn't want her to see
them and spoil the surprise.

Aw.

And that other neighbor guy

just had a lot of trash

that he had to take
out all the time?

H-He turned out
to be a serial killer.

- Really?
- No, uh, I'm kidding.

He just had a lot of garbage.

And baggage. I'm guessing.

Oh, Bob, I forgot how
amazing your grandma was.

I'm sorry I wanted you
to get rid of the radio.

You know I forget things.

Most of my brain
is Dynasty trivia.

Yeah, she was amazing.
And holding on to the radio

helps keep the story
alive, you know?

Well, I can't wait until I
get to take down a Nazi spy.

I'm assuming everyone in
our family will get that chance.

- I'll take down a Nazi spy.
- I'll take down Mort.

Aw, my courageous
cutie pies. You, too, Bobby.

I mean, not like Alice.

Hey, you could hold
your own, mister.

You got some Alice
in there. Trust me.

- I know you. Inside and out.
- TMI.

- Also, Dad, maybe don't make this about you?
- But I... Yup.

Okay, so we're
keeping the radio.

That's happening.

But what about
all this other stuff?

What's this, a travel pillow?

We don't need
this. We don't travel.

- Gimme that.
- Okay...

Oh, what about these
slippers that look like duck feet?

We can get rid of these, right?

I gave those to you for
your birthday last year.

You said you loved them.

Right. And I do.

Uh, should we just...

put everything
back in the closet?

- Yeah.
- Yeah!

Yeah! Suck it, spy!

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