All language subtitles for Brooklyn NineNine S01E16

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 gonna learn everything
there is to know about him.

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

No, 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.
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.

Mm, 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.

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[knock at door]

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
'cause 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.

[Grunts]
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 Tetris.
I called it.

Also, I've 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.

(Jake)
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 grown-ups.

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 gonna say is
we can't be late.

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

Ohh.

This neighborhood's amazing.

Class just seeps
outta 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.

Oh.
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 $8-est
bottle of wine, please.

It's from the finest vineyard
in Arkansas.

[Chuckles]

Ah, samesies!

[Laughter]

[Soft piano music playing]

Wow.

Wow.

Ah, welcome.

(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,
he 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 years ago.

The details
will astound you.

Yes, I am 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.

Ah.
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.

There's no one funnier
than Ray Holt.

Amen.
There isn't?

(Holt)
We met for a drink that night,

and we've been together
ever since.

Yeah.

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

That's right, yes.
I head the classics department.

Ah, 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.

(Holt)
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 gonna take it off anyway.

Hitchcock, no!

(Terry)
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!

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."

(Amy)
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.
[Chuckles]

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.

(Amy)
What's your cultural specialty?

Easy, Kevin mentioned
The New Yorker,

and I've totally
read that.

[Laughs]

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 whispering]
Be appropriate.

Now, break it up.
We look weird.

Okay.

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

No, no,
I said, "millimeters."

[Laughter]

[Mouthing]

Oh, Ray, I'm gonna choke
from laughter.

You're too funny!

[Laughter]

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. Mm-hmm.
Duty calls.

To be continued.

Totes!
Can't wait!

[Whispering]
I can wait.

All I remember
about that article is the title.

I was hopped up
on nitrous.

Well, we gotta find
that magazine.

It's gotta 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.

Well, 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.

Aha.
Mm-hmm.

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.

[Laughs]
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.

(Rosa)
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 'bout 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]

"Ah-shan-ti."

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

[Sighs]
Come on.

All books and no magazines?

What kind of crappy library's
full of books?

A crap library.

All of the magazines
are in the bathroom.

Great solve, Peralta.

Ah!

Can I help you?

[Clears throat]
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 are 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 at door]

Uh, just a second!
I'm halfway done!

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

With what's happening in here.
Okay.

♪ Una furtiva lagrima ♪

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.

Bu-u-u-ooh...

Peralta.
Hey, don't you one-minute me.

I will break that finger off.
Hang up that phone.

I'm 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.

Hmm.
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.

Ah, thank you.

Lovely party, Kevin.

These tiny pickles
are hilarious.

They're called cornichon.

So that New Yorker article
about human trafficking

we were discussing...
Yes, so interesting,

especially
the first two paragraphs.

Right, but what did you think
of the thesis,

vis-a-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?
Mm.

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 academic
dispensation to eat one once.

Ohh.
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 is 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.

(Gerard)
Complete overlap of ego and ID.

It's been theorized,

but I never thought
I'd see it.

I'm exquisite.

[Laughs]

[Both moaning]

I can't believe
I'm frenching in the closet.

[Sighs]
I feel like a teenager!

I feel like I'm 40 again.

Chew on this shiso leaf.

[Gasps]
It'll give our kissing

umami flavor.
[Moans]

[Both moaning]

Delicious.
[Sighs]

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 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 have only
scratched the surface.

If I'm gonna bond with him,

I have to massively violate
his privacy.

But Truffaut
wrote Breathless,

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 gotta go.

Wow.
Maybe it is Truffaut's film.

Mighty DVR, tell me
the Captain's secrets.

Unveil yourself to me.

Ooh, how it's made:
Contact lenses.

Bingo!

[Door closes]

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 proslavery stance

I've backed myself into.

[Door opens]

Detectives!

(Jake)
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 outta 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've practically
made him a new suit.

Needled him a new suit.

Even when we're fighting,
you're hilarious.

Stop it.
Stop it.

[Whispering] 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've 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.

[Amy sneezes]

Santiago, are you hiding
in my bathroom

with a dog that
you're deathly allergic to?

(Amy)
No.

Occupied?

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've 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, underappreciated,

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.

(Jake) Captain, thank you
for joining us.

What's going on?

(Jake)
A proper birthday dinner.

Amy chose the restaurant.

Captain.

Ah, perfect.
I've always wanted to come here.

(Jake)
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.

[Scoffs]

And finally,
it is my great pleasure

to introduce the nine-nine zone
Detective Scully

to serenade you.

♪ Ma n'atu sole ♪

♪ Cchiu bello, oi ne'

♪ O sole mio ♪

♪ Sta 'nfronte a te ♪

This part
always gets me.

♪ O sole
o sole mio ♪

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