All language subtitles for American Dad s21e08 Piece by Piece.eng

[? jaunty music playing]

Damn, I love sitting
in the back seat.

In the front,
you have to look at the road,

and I hate the road,

with all its white lines
and yellow lines.

Makes me sick.

Front seat's
for athletes only. Right, Steve?

Who knew that when
you can't get on a high school football team,

you can get on
a community center rugby team?

Yep. I'm... I'm doing rugby.

As... as a player.

Touching the ball a lot,

some... some scoring
when the time is right.

Man, you can do anything
at the community center.

I'm debating whether
I should join Mom in butchering

or Jeff in birdhouse building.

The birds could really
use your help, babe.

Did you know they sleep
on sticks and leaves?

They're called nests, Jeff.

And it's what
those chirpy-ass sky rats deserve.

You're in a bad mood, Klaus.

You should try butchering.

It's been helping
me with my...

What's it called?

Female rage.

"The rage you feel
when bitches don't mind their business."

[both] Can I help you?

Oh, butchering it is.

I'm in a bad mood

because Buckle's playing oboe
in the community orchestra.

That was my instrument.

I didn't know you played
an instrument, Mr. Klaus.

I don't.

I only joined
because Danuta plays the piccolo,

which sits right next
to the oboe section,

but Buckle took the oboe,

so now I'm playing
the trombone,

which is a million miles
away from piccolo.

Wow, Klaus. Please
give us more details about the orchestra

and all the sitting
around you do.

I've been
looking for a reason to drive off a bridge.

Jesus.

Now, Steve,
I'm not super familiar with European sports.

I've heard of
the Eiffel Tower,

but that's technically
more of a sex move.

So fill me in.
Everything about rugby.

- Go.
- Hup, we're here.

[grunting]

Thanks for the ride, hon.

[all grunting]

Hey, Stan. I'm gonna go ahead

and let you drop me off
in front of the building.

I don't get it, Roger.
Why is Steve being so weird with me?

I wish I could help, Stan,

but I'm deeply embedded
in this old persona,

Maestro Gunter
Van Sliezebiscuit,

and he only knows
about conducting.

Now, we're here

and you've come
safely to a stop, so...

[grunts]

[? theme song playing]

? Good morning, USA ?

? I got a feeling
That it's gonna be A wonderful day ?

? The sun in the sky
Has a smile on his face ?

? And he's shining a salute
To the American race ?

? Oh, boy, it's swell to say ?

? Good morning, USA ?

[Roger] Ah!

[chorus]
? Good morning, USA ?

[? off-key band music playing]

All right, we've got a big,
big tour coming up,

starting here tonight

and ending at
the hottest venue in town, the zoo.

Danuta, are elephants
our favorite animal at the zoo or what?

- No.
- Damn it.

You're in my spot,
golden fish.

Let's warm up.
Hit it, sexy-phone.

- [? saxophone playing]
- Piccolo.

- [? piccolo
continues tune] - Oboe.

I lost my oboe.

This is a blow gun with holes.

[darts whooshing]

Trombone.

Piece of crap.

I can only reach one note.

[sad note plays]

And now the soft
trill of harp.

[harp trilling]

Okay, now everyone
shut the hell up.

- [mish-mash music stops]
- Cello, take us home.

[? classical cello
music playing]

Well, the boy's not
much to look at,

but good damn,
can he play the cello.

He's right. You're talented.

You need to invite your dad
to the show tonight.

No way. I can't invite Dad.

I told him I'm playing rugby
and he's proud of me for it.

He's proud
of a version of you that doesn't exist.

Why do you even care?

Because, and this
goes for all of you,

I'm not just
a conductor of music.

I'm a conductor of life.

Really? In that case,
my daughter stopped speaking to me-

A conductor
of Steve's life. Just Steve.

And, Steve, allow me
to conduct a warning.

One, two, and tell your dad

or daddy issues will
haunt you forever.

[cymbals smash]

Who did that?

Jenny!

[? jaunty music playing]

Bird friends, say goodbye
to your pile of sticks

and hello to your
new deluxe birdhouse.

You'll notice I put in some extras
like lighting and running water.

Hope you like it.

Mom, you got a little blood.

Did I get it?

[gasps] They're moving in!

[chirping]

Oh, wipe your feet.

This is Brazilian Ipe wood.

It's gorgeous,

but it needs to
be oiled often.

Hey, is that a cricket
in there? No pets.

Oh, they ate it.

That's natural.

[applause]

[applause stops]

[coughing]

[? classical music playing]

[whispering] Roger,
you invited him?

Yes. I'm conducting
your life. Now solo.

[? cello playing solo]

Is that Steve? Is this rugby?

Where are the Australians
and their beefy thighs?

[applause]

Lewis, not yet!

It... it's not me,
it's the audience.

Even Dad.

That's my boy playing
the big-ass violin.

He's proud of me.

Daddy's not proud.

[people screaming]

[Steve] Maestro,
what are you doing?

- [screaming]
- [applause]

I don't really like Steve.

[yawning] Good morning-

Roger, you tried
to kill Steve.

My Steve? This Steve?

The Steve with the
big bandage on him?

Yeah. You got me pretty good.

You went totally berserk.
Like... [imitates horror movie sound effect]

[chuckles] Yes. Yeah.
It was just like that.

It wasn't me,
it was my persona.

He had a flashback to an
earlier time in his life.

- [people screaming]
- There was fire everywhere.

And I saw sheet music
for Dvorak's Cello Concerto in B Minor.

The same piece we were
playing at the concert.

Exactly.

I must have repressed
something horrible that happened to the Maestro.

It's rare, but sometimes
I'll embody a persona

that experiences
their own trauma.

I think the Maestro
has daddy issues.

You said "Daddy"

when you were in
your stabbing trance.

Best kind of trance there is.

You didn't attack
until Dad was proud of me.

That moment,

combined with the music,

must have triggered
your flashback and subsequent violence.

A musical genius
and a psychiatry whiz?

What can't this boy do?

Well, he's proud of you now,
and I'm not attacking you.

What if I do this?

? My pride and joy ?

I'll kill you!

Whoa. I see your point.

I guess I'll have to
retire this persona.

- What?
- No.

He's the reason
Steve and I are finally connecting.

Did you know Steve
likes black licorice? How unique is that?

I don't like to tell people.

I don't need
the extra attention.

We have to figure out what happened
to the Maestro and his dad and fix it.

We need you to
have more flashbacks.

- Sounds a little
dangerous for you. - Not at all.

Dad will protect me
while you conduct that Dvorak piece.

Then we piece together
what happened to the Maestro and work through it.

Piece together.

Like the
pieces you play in an orchestra.

We piece the
memories together...

[both] Piece by piece.

[Roger hums classical music]

I had no control over that.

Which is a shame,
because that was a beautiful flying hook.

[? solemn music playing]

Are we really
gonna go ahead with these concerts

just to unlock
the Maestro's memories?

I'm worried you're gonna
be mad if I kill Steve, Stan.

You might even kick me
out of the house.

No way, bud. Did I kick
you out of the house

when you scratched up
my old Jerky Boys CD?

- Yes.
- And I'd do it again.

[? classical music playing]

[people screaming]

[? music continues]

- [screams]
- [grunting]

It was at a concert hall.

We may need to up security.

[? classical music playing]

[people screaming]

[Steve choking]

Shadowy figure.

[? classical music playing]

[people screaming]

Dad!

[music stops]

I think the shadowy figure
is the Maestro's dad,

but I can't tell.

I wonder if Maestro's father
is a famous composer,

like John Williams.

Yes. Or maybe Hans Zimmer.

Or he could be Hans Zimmer.

Yeah, that's a famous one too.

I just said Hans Zimmer.

I don't care anymore.

The Maestro's dad
is just going to be Roger in a little hat anyway.

- [elephant trumpeting]
- [monkey chittering]

This is our last
performance of the tour.

Our last chance to see
who the shadowy figure is.

[snarling]

[? classical music playing]

[? cello playing solo]

[? dramatic music playing]

[speaking in panic in French]

[people screaming]

[flames crackling]

Ah! Dad! Help!

[snarling]

- [leopards roaring]
- [Steve screaming]

Hey, I almost saw
the Maestro's dad.

Roger, look at Steve.

- This is too dangerous.
We should stop. - That's a good idea.

I knew you'd abandon me.

Just go and leave me
here to die.

They'll wake up eventually.

No, he's right, Dad.

We have to finish
what we started.

[? classical music playing]

[people screaming]

[Roger] I remember everything.

His name was Papa Heinrich

and he raised Maestro.

He lives in Berlin.

He loved the symphony

and I burned down
the concert hall.

I have to see him.

I have to apologize.

[gasping for air]

We're going to Berlin!

[birds screeching]

Guys, I don't mind
if you have a party,

but you got to keep it down.

[? electronic dance music
playing on speaker]

All right. Have your party.

But be careful with
Mr. Klaus' speaker.

He never goes
anywhere without it.

My JB Flip!

We have to turn
the plane around!

Papa Heinrich.

You got really old.

Oh, you're a custodian.

I am.

Is it really you, Gunter?

Yes, Papa Heinrich.

I'm sorry I burned down
the symphony hall and then ran away.

It was your favorite place.

Can you ever forgive me?

Oh, Gunter,
it was an accident.

Of course I forgive you.

He forgives me!

[all cheering]

- [cymbals smash]
- Jenny.

Let's go to
Dieter's Brew Haus.

I remember where
we used to eat.

Oh, it's all flooding back.

Let me just grab
my big trash can.

I will pick zat up!

He's really proud
of his work, huh?

? Trash, trash, I love trash ?

? Pick it up, throw it away ?

? I'm a garbage man
With a garbage can ?

[? jaunty music playing]

What a garbage band.

[? sad trombone music playing]

Oh, no, that means I like it.

[? jaunty music playing]

You said that squirrel was
just here for the weekend.

But I see his
stockpile of nuts.

It's obvious you've
got an unauthorized sublet situation-

Oh, my God. He just
hopped away from me.

Jeff, does your birdhouse
have a freezer big enough to hold a moose?

[? jaunty music playing]

And you just
forgot everything?

Yes, I pushed it away
deep into my mind

because I was so ashamed.

Und you came back
for the re-opening of the concert hall.

- Huh? The one I burned down?
- It just reopened this week.

We should go.

It's the perfect coda
to Maestro's entire journey.

Beautifully put, son.

My pride is coming
to a crescendo.

Ze light broke.
It's trash now. I'll clean it!

What the heck?
That could've killed Steve.

I'm gonna complain.

Where's the manager?

I'm ze manager.
Can I help you?

I just need an excuse
to get away from my table.

I don't really need a manager.

When you call for a manager,

I cannot leave until you
give me a complaint.

Okay. Well, the manager
is bothering me.

Terribly sorry.

I will speak with me.

Why did you use
your super speed

to loosen that light fixture
so it would fall on Steve?

Papa Heinrich forgave you.

You should be healed.

[man] Hey, can you
keep it down?

I'm trying to piss
this brand-new way

where I stand on
top of the tank,

but pee delicately enough

that the increased speed
of my urine from this height

doesn't splash onto the floor.

Man, I've always wanted
to try that. Go for it.

[urinating]

- [Roger] So close.
- Damn it.

- Roger?
- Dad?

[? jaunty music playing]

So, Papa Heinrich,
do you like strudel?

I like trash.

Stan, Steve, all this time

we thought my persona
had daddy issues.

- But it's actually me.
- What do you mean?

This is my dad, my real dad.

My issues are with him.

So, Papa Heinrich, shove off.

Wow. My dream is realized.

I am become ze trash.

Heya, how you doing?

Name's Fred.
You got a crazy chin, my friend.

This seedy-looking
man is your dad?

What? Oh, hold on.

[both gasp]

He does personas, like me.

Hey, big man,
how much that suit cost you?

I know a guy that can
get you one for real cheap and looks expensive.

Want me to make a call?

Stan, you got to
take him up on that.

Roger, we can and will
get the suits later.

But first, we need to
know what's going on.

Well, it all started-
Actually, you know what?

I hate telling a story
without a beer in my hands.

- Dad, would you mind?
- I'd be delighted.

You start the story
and I'll be right back.

This round's on me.

Uh, hey, sport,
what's your last name again?

Smith. Sport Smith.

He's putting it
on my tab, isn't he?

It all started in the '70s.

Of course, in the '70s,
everybody found their way to Berlin.

Great food, cool music

and charming
little businesses.

[? electronic disco
music playing]

And that's when I saw Dad.

Fred left when I was a kid,

but I recognized
him immediately

from photos my mom
would burn annually as a cleansing ritual.

He was so awesome.

He was
a lone wolf, a renegade,

and brimming with
sexual energy.

Hey. You girls want
to kiss an alien?

I'm an alien. Give me a hug.

But I was too scared
to talk to him.

He left when I was a baby.

Probably because
I was a stupid baby who deserved it.

I had to make sure
I was perfect

before I walked
back into his life.

If I could figure out
what he loved,

I could change
myself to be that.

And what he loved
was the symphony.

[? classical music playing]

That's why I became
Gunter Van Sliezebiscuit,

the son of the
concert hall's custodian.

Being Gunter
gave me full access

to Fred and the symphony.

And I was able to study
all the great conductors that came through.

And once I was ready

and had bought
that shockingly expensive white stick,

I presented myself
to my father

as a conductor of the
thing he loved most.

The symphony.

But I blew it.

[man gasps]

[people screaming]

It wasn't
Papa Heinrich in that seat.

It was my real dad, Fred.

Daddy, don't look.

I could tell he recognized me.

A son can always recognize

when his father
recognizes his son.

And he left,

disappointed in me again.

Then I repressed
my abject failure

into Maestro's
persona and ran.

To be honest, Roger,

this guy sounds
like a real dirtbag.

And not a cool
dirtbag like you.

Like a... like a guy you'd-

You'd see sitting
on a folding chair outside a pawn shop.

- Yes. Thank you.
- What? Where are you getting that?

This is a story
about a bad son,

undeserving of
a father's love,

who must have
done something terrible to push his daddy away.

- Probably.
- Roger, it's not your fault.

Wrong again.

Not wrong. Your dad
abandoned you twice in the story you just told,

and he's trying
to do it again.

[? whimsical suspenseful
music playing]

Dad, did they
run out of beer or...

[grunts]

[tires screeching]

Okay, there's a chance he
might be trying to ditch me.

Go get answers, Roger.

You deserve them.

FYI, ma'am,
wherever you're heading,

I'm gonna have to stop
by the liquor store first

to pick me up another Mad Dog.

The meter will
continue running.

No problem. Hey, quick Q.
Why are you abandoning me?

Roger. There you are.

You see, what happened was-

- Crash.
- [tires screeching]

[? whimsical suspenseful
music continues playing]

Roses? For someone
you need to apologize to?

- For abandoning?
- Oh, yeah, good idea.

Ah!

[church bell tolling]

You may now kiss the-

Wait a second. You ain't a-

Oh, the bride's a real broad.

What are you doing
after this wedding, sweetheart?

Ugh. Forgive him, Father.
He knows not what he does.

Or does he?

Look. We're twins,
and twins tell each other everything.

[panting] Okay. Okay.
I can't keep running.

Your personas are tireless.

They're kind of
my favorite thing.

Speaking of,
look where we are.

Welcome to ze
Berlin concert hall.

Let the good times
and the fruit rinds roll!

[bird chirping]

[wind howling]

[birds chirping]

That's right, you ingrates.

Winter's come early.

[cackling]

This is my favorite
part of butchering.

Making snow out of the bones.

All right, let's
just get to it.

You left when
I was a little kid, only 400 years old,

so what did I do wrong?

Uh, I just wanted
to be on my own.

It had nothing to do with you.

My whole life had
nothing to do with you. That's kind of the point.

But come on.
You're here on Earth,

in Berlin, the only town
you've seen me in

in the last 1,000 years.

You have to be here
for me a little bit.

Oh, I'm just popping in
for the reopening of the symphony.

And to stock up
on my eczema cream.

[chuckling] Honestly,
I forgot you were on this planet.

Stan and Steve were right.

You're a dirtbag.
I don't need you.

Yeah, you don't
need me or anyone.

Needing people

means other people
have control of your life.

Or it means
you're lucky enough

to have people
in your life who care.

Oh... [chuckling]

That family you're
playing house with?

Please. They'll drop you
the second you get difficult.

I'm always difficult.

I tried to murder
Steve dozens of times

in the last three days alone.

Roger, are you in here?

Yes. I'm over here with my-

With my no one.

Sorry, Roger.
He's missing out.

I guess I just wanted
a father-son bond like you two have.

We can't all have an
incredible bond like, um-

Like Papa Heinrich
and an old milk carton?

Oh, no. The magic's gone.

What the hell?

Well, I'm disappointed
you're not playing rugby.

I knew it!

Oh, my son,
the great detective.

? And that's an episode
Set in Germany ?

? But had nothing
To do with me ?

? The German fish ?

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