All language subtitles for 03 Nightmare on Bleecker Street

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Toby, could you come in here?

What, am I invisible?

Oh.

Could you give me the Gallagher file?

The Gallagher file?

Yes, yes, the Gallagher file.

You want the Gallagher file?

You want the Gallagher file?

I'll give you the Gallagher file.

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Mr. Montaglione, I can't tell you how
pleased I am that you decided to talk

to us first.

You know, I... I can get
you an ashtray for those...

Or you can just drop them on the
floor and we'll just get them later.

Anyway, Mr. Montaglione,
when I heard that

you had written a
book while you were in...

The place you're in.

I thought to myself... Money.

Now there's a guy with a story to tell.

Any book written by a thief... Man
such as yourself is gonna be big.

What does that mean?

A man such as myself.

Well, it's just that.

I mean, I'm sure you've
led an interesting life.

Done a lot of interesting things.

Met a lot of interesting people.

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Anyway, Mr. Montaglione.

Done.

Oh.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't know if that was
appropriate, but sure.

Anyway, Don Montaglione.

No, just Don.

That's my name.

Donald.

Donald Montaglione.

I'm sorry.

I thought...

Anyway, Don.

Do you think I can see the book?

Why?

It's just... It's highly
unusual to make a

bid on a book without
reading it first, you

know?

You don't trust Don Montaglione?

No, no, no.

I mean, yes.

Yes.

Of course I do.

I thought you was a man of honor.

Uh... Where are you going?

When you insult my book, you insult me.

I am going to Random House.

Random House?

Wait.

I'm sure this is a great book.

If I... Careful, Onos.

Even without reading it, I
know it's a great book because...

Because you're a great man.

And that's a great cult.

Please.

We'll take the book.

I'll think about it.

Please do.

We may be a small house, but
you'll get a lot of personal attention.

I mean, you know, we're like a family here.

Well, not like your family,
but... I said I'll think about it.

Well, anyway, it's been
a pleasure meeting you.

And you too.

You big pistachio-eating fuck.

Toby?

Toby?

Toby!

Forgive me for
interrupting your quiet time.

What? I was just dusting the keyboard.

With your face?

Toby, what's going on with you?

It's nothing. I'm fine.

For the past couple
of weeks, you've

been... I don't know.
You've been acting...

As though you were, well,
heading for a nervous breakdown.

You just haven't been yourself.

It's nothing.

Now, look, if I get this Montelioni
book, things are gonna be insane.

I cannot have you
falling asleep all the time.

Now, if you want to take
some time off, I'll just get a temp.

I'm fine.

If you must know, I've been
having these nightmares lately.

Can we drop it now?

Nightmares? I mean, about what?

It's nothing. Drop it. I'll deal with it.

Well, maybe you need a little,
you know, help dealing with it.

What do you mean?

I mean, maybe you should,
you know, just see someone.

What, like a date?

No, no, it's a professional.

What, like a gigolo? Who are you?

A therapist, Toby.

A therapist.

Eh, no.

Here, give Judith a call.
I'm sure she can help. Come on.

Martin, I told you I'll deal with it.
It won't affect my work. So butt out.

Okay. Okay.

I need the Polk manuscript, okay?
The one with my changes.

Polk manuscript?

It's in the shredder.

I shredded it.

Is that a problem?

Well, sometimes, I don't know why,
but sometimes I find myself having erotic

thoughts about... Tim Conway.

Ugh.

I mean, I'm not gay or anything.
It's just that, I mean, he's so petite.

I just want to hold him in
my arms and caress his head.

Ugh. Toby?

Sometimes I just hear the theme from
McHale's Navy, and I get an erection.

Oh, that does it.
Someone trade seats with me.

Toby, please. We don't pass judgment here.

You know, it's perfectly
healthy to have sexual fantasies.

Where's Bruce going?

No, I can't. I'm too embarrassed.

You should be. Tim Conway?
Lyle Waggon, maybe.

All right, Bruce, we'll just
come back to you later, okay?

Uh, Laura, how are you doing?

Is this still the car problem?

Well, it's getting worse.

Every time I go near my car, I start
to shake, and then I can't breathe, and

then I feel like I'm paralyzed.

Have you tried both of those?

Wait a second. Is this a fear of all
cars or just your car in particular?

Toby, please.

Better answer.

No, just my car.

Well, let's delve a little deeper
and see... So sell your car.

This is Manhattan. You don't need a car.
Take a bus. Take it sexy.

Oh. Well, I never thought of that.

Laura, don't you think
that's a short-term solution?

Hey, does anybody here want
to buy a 1988 Chevy Corsica?

It's mint condition, only 107 miles.

All right. It's Toby's turn.

So, Toby, why don't you
tell us why you're here?

It's really none of their business.

Toby, this is group.
You wanted to be in group.

It was cheaper.

I know this is hard, but try to open up.

Tell us what's bothering you.

Well, I've been having
these nightmares lately.

And what were the nightmares about?

I'd tell you if you'd let me finish.

I've been having these
nightmares about killing Martin.

Oh. So you've been having
nightmares about killing your boss.

What is there? An echo in here?

Anyways, it's been going on for a while.

Last night, I dreamed I'd slice his
head clean off with a paper cutter.

And Tuesday night,
I rammed a pair of

scissors right through
his eye into his brain.

How do you feel about your boss?

He's okay.
I mean, he pisses me off sometimes,

but not enough to smash
his skull with a Rolodex.

Toby, dreams can very often be symbolic.

In all likelihood, this
isn't about your boss.

He's just a symbol
for any authority figure.

Could be your father or... Hey,
you leave my father out of this.

Charlie Petalby was a great man.

Sure. Okay. He wasn't perfect.

I mean, he had this terrible habit
of sucking his teeth, you know,

to get the food out between him.
It drove me crazy.

Tell us more about your father.

Well, he loved to garden
more than anything.

Of course, we
lived in an apartment

building, so you can
imagine his frustration.

And he looked at me, and all he
said was... And I'll never forget this.

All he said was, "Nice hat."

"Nice hat."

I never told him how much that hurt me.

He always loved my
sister Gina more than me.

They shared this mutual love of Perry Como.

I just never saw the appeal.

All right, Toby, we are
gonna have to stop here.

Everyone else, I'll see you next Wednesday.

That wasn't so bad.

Except for the guy with
the Tim Conway thing.

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Uh, typing 125 words per minute. Wow.

Dana, this resume is very impressive.

Uh... Now, I hate to
ask you this, but, uh...

Do you have any history of mental
illness or personality disorder?

And I only ask because my
current secretary's a little... unstable.

No, no mental problems here.

Terrific. Well, Dana, you're hired.

You're hired. When can you start?

Um, Mr. Tupper, I'm
having some reservations.

It's kind of embarrassing.

I find myself very attracted to you,

and I'm concerned that might
interfere with our working relationship.

Dana, I'm flattered.

But, uh, we're both mature adults,

and I think if we maintain a
strictly professional demeanor,

uh, there shouldn't be a problem.

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Jesus!

Toby, where's my coffee?

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Toby, have you seen my pencil?

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Enough already!

What you said to me the other day, I,
as a man of honor, cannot disregard.

Therefore, I know what I gotta do.

You're gonna kill me.

I gotta let you publish my book.

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Don.

I... Don.

You're making the right decision, really.

Really? I'll have our legal people
work out the deal with your lawyers.

No lawyers.

No lawyers. You got it. No lawyers it is.

So, uh, in terms of your cash
advance, I was thinking of, um...

I did not write this book for money.

I got enough money.

I give the book to you as a gift.

It's very generous of you.

Of course you will repay this gift.

You want to get
me into some kind

of trouble. I don't
know what it is, but...

Whatever you want from me,
the answer is no. You hear me?

It's just no. No.

No, Don. Really?

You should get some money.
Consider it a gift from us.

How substantial a gift.

Well, I was thinking of a cash
advance of, say... $40,000?

I suppose I could accept
$40,000 as a favor to you.

Terrific.

That means that you still owe me a favor.

Nobody's gonna make me
do anything I don't want to do.

How much would it take to
get us out of the favor zone?

$75,000 against a $600,000
guarantee plus 5% of the gross

and all the necessary ancillaries
and substantial promotionals.

I think I can live with that.

I'll have our legal department
draw up the contract.

Right, right. No. No contracts.

Your way is good enough for me.

So tomorrow you'll
bring the book and I'll

have your advance,
and we'll get to work.

I'll see my cell phone.

Oh.

Toby, could you come in here, please?

How are you feeling?

How do I look?

But, Lord, if we're gonna have creatures
like that roaming around the lobby,

what was the point in redecorating?

You look a lot better.

Okay, we got a lot of
work to do, so let's get to it.

You better write this down.

Call Jensen and legal. I need him
to sign off on an oral agreement.

Call Caro and publicity.
I want press releases on all the papers.

And then you better get back in here.
I have a lot of dictation to do.

What, you want me to work through lunch?

That'll be fine.

You better go through all the
major newspapers and magazines

from the past five years.
Pull any articles in Montaglione.

I need those by Monday's staff meeting.

But I'll have to come in over the weekend.

Okay.

Well, I have plans over the weekend.

Can you cancel them?

Oh, I suppose, but
I... Perfect. Good.

Toby, what am I thinking?

Get production to clear the presses
for the first two weeks and next month.

Then we gotta do something about this.

Throw out everything on my desk.

Throw it out.

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(indistinct chatter).

I came this close to harpooning a
number two pencil right through his head.

Just like in the dream.

Toby, maybe we should
consider the possibility

that these dreams aren't about your father.

They could just be about your boss.

Excuse me?

Well, I get the feeling
that you're harboring

very strong feelings
of hostility towards him.

You're suppressing them during the day,

and so they're coming
out at night in your dreams.

Let me see if I follow this.

You're telling me that when
I dream I want to kill Martin,

that means I want to kill Martin?

In a sense, yes.

You better hunt a bunch for that.

Boy, you got some kind
of racket going on here.

I mean, you went to school for this?

No, Toby, there's a lot more.

You should be paying me.

Hi.

Hey, after all, I cured
the lady with the car thing.

Look at her. She never looked better.

Well, I think we've made
a breakthrough here.

So, let's try and dig a little deeper

and find out where all
this hostility is coming from.

Has your boss been
unusually hard on you lately?

Yeah, lately, but mostly
he treats me the same way

he's treated me the last nine years.

Well, ten years actually.
It was ten years last Tuesday.

And when did you say
these nightmares began?

Last two... Oh, my God.

You are God!

You are very God!

Thank you, Toby.

Wow! So now what?

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This is about a butterfly.

Yeah, yeah.

I thought this book was
going to be about you.

I mean, about your life.

What is? Yeah, sure.

It's an allegory.

I see myself as a butterfly.

I started out as a mort.

Dirty, ugly, chewing
holes in people's clothes.

But then they captured
me, they put me in a jar,

and in the jar, a miraculous
transformation took place.

And I started to tiny... No, I don't
want to spoil the ending for you.

You were a moth, and
you turned into a butterfly.

Yeah.

In a jar. Yeah.

Well, I got to be honest with you, Don.

I have no intention of ever
paying you one red sand.

I'm having some problems with this.

Problems? What problems?

Well, first of all, moths
don't turn into butterflies.

Caterpillars turn into butterflies.

Who gives a shit? It's a fucking allegory.

Toby, thank God you're here.

I quit.

What do you mean you quit?

I quit. Which words don't you understand?

Why? Why are you quitting?

My therapist recommended it.

Vito, show all my drawings.

Huh?

Here.

Uh... Could you
excuse me for a minute?

Judith, what the hell did you say to her?

Martin, you know I can't
discuss this with you.

Then why did you tell her to quit?

She quit?

I never told her to quit.

Martin, I'm a therapist.
We don't tell people to do anything.

Well, you must have told her
something because she quit.

Wow.

Well, how do you feel?

Well, I feel like I can't find my files.

I feel like there's no
one to answer my phone.

Well, you know, Martin, maybe
you should just explore these feelings.

Okay. Fuck you, Judith.

Toby?

What the hell's going on?

If you don't know, I'm not gonna tell you.

Ah, come on, Toby.

Now talk to me. Why did you quit?

You wanna know? You really wanna know?

I can't work for you anymore.

I feel too much anger towards
you and I just can't express it.

What are you talking about?
You're always expressing it.

You're the angriest person I know.

No, I got it bottled up inside
of me and it builds and it builds.

Well, then just express it.

I can't.

Come on, come on. Get it over
with and just come back to work.

No.

Come on, come on. I'm all ears.

No!

Goddammit, express it!

Oh, my God. Are you all right?

Look at his eyes. Like a dead fish.

What the hell was that for?

You forgot our anniversary.

What?

Last Tuesday was our tenth anniversary.
Ten years, Martin.

And in ten years, what? No flowers,
no candy, no nothing. Not even a card.

Oh, gee, Toby, I didn't realize.

You wanna know how I
celebrated our anniversary?

I collated twelve copies of a four
hundred page manuscript by hand

because the collator was
broken and you wanted it ASAP.

I needed it ASAP.

You see what I mean? I'm nothing
to you but a piece of office equipment.

I'm a collator. I'm a stapler.
I'm a hole punch. That's all.

I'll get you some ice.

Oh, Toby.

Toby, I don't think you're a hole punch.

You're a... a person.

Oh, really?
If I'm a person, what color are my eyes?

Your eyes? Uh... Come on. Your
eyes are, uh... Green and gold.

Misty, dawn, gray and desert sunrise blue.

Orange and coconut.

Sea colored.

They're blue!

Right. Right, blue.

Blue's a sea color.

Martin, I want out. This relationship
is not working for me anymore.

I give and I give and all you do is take.
Here.

Thank you.

In ten years, have you ever
once gotten me a cup of coffee?

Have you ever once ordered me lunch?

No, but... That's
not my job. That's

your job. You know,
you're my secretary.

Oh, so that means
you don't ever have to

straighten up my desk
or bring me anything?

Well, Martin, will you bring in
the Larson calling file, please?

No, that's what I pay you for.

You're hopeless.

Toby, what do you want from me?
I'm here. I'm asking you to come back.

I mean, what more can I possibly do?

I need to know that you care.

I care.

Oh, sure. You care.

But do you care? There's a difference.

Still hard to grasp, don't you think?

I see.

Do you realize that in ten years,
you've spent more time with me than with

any other woman?

And in ten years, have you ever
once said those three little words?

You mean... Let's go swimming.

What exactly do you mean?

You know what I mean.
Those three little words.

Don't get me wrong. I don't mean
anything romantic. But, you know... Toby...

I... I appreciate you.
You know, I really do.

Appreciate?
Ten years and all I get is appreciate.

Well, I value you. A lot.
You're an important part of my life.

And?

And you're there for me every day.
I mean, the office.

You know, the office
couldn't function without you.

And?

I guess in a certain
very qualified

employer-employee
kind of way. I... I love you.

Oh, really? How much?

Don't push it.

Thank you very much, Toby.

No sweat.

By the way, your eleven o'clock
meeting with Don Montaglione is canceled.

Why?

'Cause he's dead.

Dead?

He bought it last night
at Arturo's clam house.

Oh, my God. What is this? A mob hit?

He choked on an oyster.

I guess we can't do the book now.

Jesus.

Why don't you send him back to Vito
with my condolences and just throw in a

couple of pounds of pistachios?

Nice gesture. So how's the face?

It's fine. Fine.

Uh, you don't plan
on expressing yourself

like that on a
regular basis, do you?

Only when you get out of line.

You know, it's...
it's great to have you back, too.

Because I... I do love you.

I do.

And I don't mean just as a secretary.

I love you... as a woman.

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