All language subtitles for Reba.S05E17.Reba.the.Landlord.1080p.NF.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-FLUX_track4_[eng]

[door opens]

Hey, guys.

Hey, Barbra Jean.

Okay. Here you go, Reba.

A little gift.

Oh, lookee there.

A dartboard.

Ha, ha, carrot top. [chuckles]

It's, uh,

it's just a little somethin'
for you to remember me by.

Are we breaking up?

What did I do,
and why didn't I do it sooner?

Reba, we can't joke our way
out of this painful situation.

Brock is selling our house
to pay the debt to the IRS.

Why do you have to do that?

I thought you guys were
getting a second mortgage.

Brock's credit is wrecked.

He said the guy at the bank
actually taped our application

up in the coffee room, next to Dilbert.

Selling your house.

I don't know what to say.

Wish there was something I could do.

There is.

Should have stopped after,
"I don't know what to say."

Reba, buy our house and let us stay.

Please?

Look, Barbra Jean,
I couldn't buy your house

even if there was
normal people livin' in it.

Well, you know,
I figured it was worth a shot.

You could have told me
that Brock was a deadbeat

before I started sneaking around with him.

God, I hate seeing Barbra Jean sad.

It's like looking at a clown
without all her make-up on.

Yeah, it's sad.
I wish we could help, but we can't.

Yes, we can.

I've got to quit saying that.

Look, Mrs. H.

When we flipped that house
on Filmore last month,

we made a little money.

But the big money
is owning a rental property.

It makes a little money during the month,
but it also appreciates.

You gotta see the big picture.

Do you know why I keep saying no?

Because of this big picture.

All right.

Barbra Jean, Barbra Jean, Barbra Jean.

You're so sensitive about Barbra Jean.

What has she ever done to you?

Yeah, yeah, yeah,

she broke up your marriage
and stole your husband.

And, frankly, if you look at the guy
in the harsh light of day,

you'll see she did you a favor.

Now, I got one word for ya:

Let it go.

That's three words.

Not the way I say it.

Say it with me: Letitgo.

Come on.

We're talking about makin' money here.

Yeah, and I hate to bring human beings
in your whole big discussion about money,

but, Mom, you could actually help them
keep their home.

Who?

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Look, if you don't buy their house,

they're gonna have to leave the place
that they love.

I mean, helping someone
keep their home is a huge deal.

You know, I work with the homeless.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
We know, we know, we know. It's okay.

But she does make a good point.

Okay, what are you all saying?

If I'm a good person, I'll do this?

Exactly, and that's what
we're trying to appeal to,

your good "personness."

You see, I got the head for business.

You got the body...

[theme song playing]

[Reba] Hey, hey.

♪ My roots are planted in the past ♪

♪ Though my life is changing fast ♪

♪ Who I am is who I want to be ♪

♪ A single mom who works too hard ♪

♪ Who loves her kids and never stops ♪

♪ With gentle hands ♪

♪ And the heart of a fighter ♪

♪ I'm a survivor ♪

Hey, Mrs. H, the lease is all ready to go.

Oh, this is so exciting.

I love being a landlord.

I love land,

and I love being a lord.

Hey.

When they come in,

can we make 'em bow down to us?

Van, this is not a game.

I was being serious.

Kiss the pinky!

Look, I agreed to buy Brock
and Barbra Jean's house to help 'em out.

But there's a reason why you don't
sell your car to a family member.

Or underwear.

Barbra Jean said they were unisex.

Van!

I am tryin' to explain to you

why we need to keep
this arrangement strictly business.

I wanna avoid any situation
which will make me mad

and give me motive to kill.

[Van grunts in agreement]

There's my fairy godmother!

Oh, hey.

Can you turn my husband into a prince?

Nope, he's stuck as a toad.

Very nice.

Look, Barbra Jean
won't listen to me because...

well, she's my wife.

But I wanna go on record

as saying that the two of you
buying my house

is the worst idea that I've ever heard.

Okay, what he means is,

thank you, thank you, thank you.

You don't have to thank us.

Yeah, your deposit check
will take care of that.

Yeah. Yeah.

All you need to do is pay us
for the first and last month's rent,

after you sign the lease.

[chuckles] What?

A lease?

But we don't need a lease, Reba,
we're friends.

Okay, nothing about that statement
is correct.

That's because we're the landlords.

You're the lowly tenants.

But Mrs. H and I have agreed

that you don't have to bow
or kiss the pinky.

Okay.

Yeah, it's starting to sink in.

My ex-wife

owns my house.

Well, she got my first one,

might as well have the set.

- Reba, would this figure here be the rent?
- Yep.

[bleating]

Hey.

It's a lot less than anything else
that's going in the neighborhood.

I mean, golly, you didn't expect us
to let you live there for free, did ya?

No.

Maybe.

Would be nice. [chuckles]

Barbra Jean, this is a business deal,
and I wanna keep it that way.

Okay. Fine.

If that's the way you want it.

Van, can I borrow a pen?

Sure, but you're gonna
need to put a deposit down on it.

I'm just kiddin'.

Man, this is how I always
dreamed my life would turn out.

Yeah, it's a real high point.

Hey, maybe tomorrow morning
I'll wake up in bed with my mom.

[gags]

[coughs]

[mouths] Sorry.

Hard work being a landlord, huh?

I had no idea how demanding
tenants could be.

Barbra Jean's complaining
that her dishwasher's broken,

and expects me to pay to have it fixed.

I got one word for you, Barbra Jean:

Paperplates.

Van, that is two words.

Letitgo.

You know, you sound like
some sort of fat cat slumlord.

"Fat cat."

I like that.

I like cats, and I...

like fat.

Aah.

Van, we have to fix their dishwasher.

It's part of being a landlord.

No... it isn't, Mrs. H.

Being a landlord
is soaking the tenants for every penny

so I can sit around, take naps and...

go to the gym,
which I'm late for, by the way.

Van, you know, your new obsession
with money is very unattractive.

Oh, yeah? That might be.

But take a look at these hammies.

Hey, guys.

Yeah, right.

Wash a dish.

You know, you should go home,

take a sock and shove it down the toilet.

See if his "hammies" can fix that.

So, uh, Reba, listen.

Uh, Barbra Jean sent me over here to...

give you the security deposit.

Oh, great.

The way she was acting, I thought
I was gonna have a problem with that.

Yeah, well.

[straining] Here you go.

[loud, jingling thud]

What's that?

That's the security deposit.

It's, uh, it's all in dimes.

She said you should count it.

That's insane.

I can't drag a bag of dimes to the bank.

They'll think I've robbed a fountain.

Oh.

Yeah, uh, listen, there's something else.

Barbra Jean has decided
to fix up the house,

and, since you're the landlord, it's...

"On your dime."

She said I should make sure
and say it exactly like that.

Okay. All right.

I'm gonna go
take care of this insanity right now.

Yeah.

Barbra Jean?

Yeah.

- We need to talk.
- Oh.

Hey, Mrs. Roper. [clears throat]

- What are you doing?
- Redecorating.

Which color do you like
for the living room,

sand or Parisian ecru?

Which color were you sniffing

when you decided
I was gonna paint your house?

Well, according
to the Tenants' Rights Hotline,

it is customary for the landlord
to repaint every two years.

We've only owned the property for a week.

Yeah, well, it's not my fault

the previous owners
didn't keep the property up.

Why are you doing this?

Why am I doing what?

Why am I standing up for my rights?

Why am I not letting,
"the man" stick it to me?

I'm not "the man,"
and I'm not sticking it to you.

And there is no way that Van
and I are gonna pay for upgrades

like wallpaper and paint and...

Are you redoing the floor?

Yes.

I am making a necessary repair.

There's a nick behind the couch.

So you have a nick?

And you want me
to replace the whole floor?

Yeah. It's a hazard.

Henry could snag a sock.

Anything could happen.

I mean, someone could die.

That's it, Barbra Jean!

No floor. No paint. No nothing.

And if you ever pay me
with a sack of dimes,

I will tie that to your feet
and throw you in the lake.

- Do you understand me?
- You better watch it,

- because I still got some dimes and I--
- [shouting indistinctly]

- Oh, God!
- [screams]

Ow, my ankle!

Oh, Barbra Jean.

Are you okay?

- Should I call a doctor?
- [whimpering]

[grunting] Yeah.

But first call a lawyer,

'cause I'm suing you.

I'm so weak. [thudding]

Hey, when those whiny renters
get back from the hospital,

can you make sure and tell them that
I took care of their petty complaints?

And I did it myself.

And I saved a few bucks by doing it.

Licensed plumber, my butt.

[chuckles] Plumber butt.

"Just say no to crack."

Van, you don't know
anything about plumbing.

I don't know anything about gas, either,
but I fixed the furnace.

Those people are trouble.

I say we evict 'em.

Van, that's my father
you're talking about.

It's all about the poor tenants, isn't it?

- Yeah.
- Right.

Nobody ever thinks
about the fat cat landlord.

Do they?

I'm gonna go get a beer and some fudge.

[grunting, gasping]

Hello, Reba.

I'm fine.

They may have to amputate.

But, you know, I can always
get a license plate that says, "STUMPY."

Barbra Jean, the doctor
said it was a sprain.

He said it was the kind of sprain
he saw all the time...

in 'Nam.

You know, Barbra Jean,
so Mom isn't the best landlord.

I mean, seriously,
if Van and I had to pay rent,

we would've moved out a long time ago.

- Thank you, honey.
- Uh-huh.

Look, Barbra Jean,
I know you came over here

to make me feel guilty, but I don't.

I'm sorry you're hurt,
but it wasn't my fault.

Well, it isn't up to me to determine
who is or isn't at fault, Reba.

That is for the judge to decide.

Here's your subpoena.

I brought it to you myself

because I just know
how much you love paperwork.

Oh, and while you're eating crow,

try not to get any on that shirt,

because I plan to take it
right off your back.

[whispers] Good one!

And I got one word for you, Barbra Jean:

Letitgo.

- Mrs. H, guess what.
- What?

I hired a private detective
to dig up dirt on Barbra Jean.

This baby is loaded
with character deformation.

You mean "defamation."

I mean both.

This lawsuit's ridiculous.

I mean, if she's gonna sue me
for hurting her,

I wish I could get one more crack at it.

Mrs. H, there's no way she's gonna win.

We have a secret weapon in the arsenal.

Do you know Barbra Jean
has been arrested for public indecency...

three times?

Ah-oh.

Oh, great.

Now you've ruined Oktoberfest for me.

Sorry, we're late.

We would've been here sooner,

except I can barely walk
on my nearly broken leg.

Well, if you're really suffering,
we could always put you down.

Makes fun of cripples.
Write that down.

Let's just stick to this case
for the time being, shall we?

Mrs. Hart, Barbra Jean's lawsuit
alleges that neglectful conduct

has led to the severe sprain of her ankle,

affected her time with her child

and led to the demise
of her wifely duties.

What does that mean?

It means we're gonna be getting
a, "Thank You" letter from Brock.

It's time for my pain medication.

Why don't you write down that
I'm also now addicted to painkillers?

Not for the first time.

Right, Barbra Jean?

Are you Reba Hart's lawyer?

I'm Van Montgomery,
co-owner of the alleged property,

which we graciously allowed this

deadbeat renter to continue living in.

She would have been out on the street
if it weren't for us.

Not...

for the first time.

Right, Barbra Jean?

You are not named
in the lawsuit, Mr. Montgomery.

Mrs. Hart is only suing Mrs. Hart.

What? That's not fair.

Life's not fair, Mrs. H.

You're on your own.
Bye, guys.

Van!

All right, let's get into this.

What is your full name?

Reba Nell Hart.

And what's your date of birth?

December the 12th.

19...

"19-none of your business."
Move on.

And, um,

what are your feelings
towards Barbra Jean?

What are my feelings?

What's that got to do with this case?

I have no idea.

Barbra Jean gave me
this list of questions.

Can't we use my questions now?

No.

Question 21. [grunts]

"Have you had it in for Barbra Jean
ever since she stole your husband,

so that when you saw the chance
to buy her house

and cause her financial ruin

and humiliation, you did it gleefully?"

What?

No. That's a crazy question.

It is not a crazy question.

Just like Question 43:

"Do you sit in your house, which you own,

and happily toast
your superiority with champagne

that you bought with Barbra Jean's
rent money?"

Okay.

First of all, when I'm sitting alone
in my home thinking about you,

I'm drinkin' hard liquor!

Oh!

And second of all,

do you really think I could do that?

Yes.

Because the only reason
you bought our house

was to humiliate and punish me.

You asked me to buy it.

Is that true?

- Yeah.
- You didn't tell me that.

Well, maybe I should just take
the bar exam for you, too, cowboy, huh?

How 'bout that?

Yeah.

I asked you, Reba,
because we needed your help.

But you, you just saw it as a chance
to swoop in like a vulture

and feast on the dead carcass
of our financial ruin.

I have no interest
in feasting on your carcass.

You made me sign a lease.

Do you have any idea
how that made me feel?

Sheltered? Safe?

Terrible.

Like I was just a, a rent check...

a dollar sign,

instead of the woman who stole your
husband and became your best friend.

Barbra Jean, take my word for it.

My feelings for you have not changed.

- Really?
- Yes!

I bought the house so you wouldn't be
thrown out on the street.

And I made you sign a lease

so there would be no misunderstandings

to get into the way of our--

- Love for each other?
- Whatever.

So, so you really felt bad for us?

How could I not feel bad for you?

I mean, you're in such a, a financial hole

that you might never, ever get out of it.

As much as I'd like to revel in that,
I hate to see you suffer like this.

Really?

So when I hurt...

you hurt?

If you don't move your hand,
you're gonna hurt.

Oh, Reba, I can't sue you.

I'm dropping the lawsuit.

Oh, Reba,

you are a dear, sweet woman.

- Oh, whatever.
- And you know what?

I'm just, I'm just so happy that

I could dance in the streets naked.

Not for the first time.

Right, Barbra Jean?

How did you get that?

Oh, God.

I thought I burned them.

Oh, God.

Oh, God!

Van. Van. Please, Van.

- Where'd you get--
- [groaning]

Oh, God.

I was so young, Van, really.

Oh, God!

Hey.

Wait a minute.

Now I remember you!

[closing theme music playing]

Acme! [coughing]