All language subtitles for Mike Tyson Mysteries s04e19_English

[Pigeon] Previously on
Mike Tyson Mysteries...

[Mike] Give us
the codes, Vladimir!

I don't have them. [groans]

Michael, he says
he doesn't have them.

[squeals]

Pigeon, wait.

If you cut the wrong wire,
it could explode.

Well, kid, I'll see you
in the next life.

[gasps] It's a fake.

[Mike] If that bomb was a fake,
then Vladimir still has
the real one.

I told you,
you shouldn't have
let him go, Marquess.

[Yung Hee gasps]

Better luck next time,
Mike Tyson. [laughs]

Gather around, team.
We have a new mystery.

But what about the bomb?

I think that mystery was maybe
a little too intense, TBH.

A little too off-brand, TBH.

A little too TBH, to be honest.

Here, Deezy, you read it.

Seriously?

I've never been asked
to read the mystery before.

This is an honor, team.

This is big time.

[breathing heavily] Okay. Okay.

[clears throat]

"Dear Mike Tyson..."

-What's this word?
-"Mystery."

Okay, cool.

"Dear Mike Tyson Mystery..."

Uh, what's this word
right here?

"Team."

Oh, right.

"Mystery team."

"Dear Mike Tyson Mystery team,

my name..."
What's this word here?

-"Is."
-Okay, I can't.

I cannot.

"My name is Nat O' Sullivan

and I'm the co-owner of
Nat and Pat's Clam Shack

in Marblehead, Massachusetts.

The restaurant is struggling
and I need your help."

[gasps] Oh, my God.
I was just telling someone
how badly I was craving

a bowl of real,
New England clam chowder.

And then, this mystery
just falls in our laps.

How crazy is that!
I mean, someone up there
must really like me.

Oh, well, that's good,
'cause no one down here does.

[chuckles]

It was a joke.

That was mean, Yung.

I was kidding.

Yeah, well,
it's not funny to make a joke
at someone's expense.

No, it's okay.

No, Marquess, you were
sharing something with us.
Something personal.

About how much you wanna
gobble up some [bleep].

And her joke was wrong.

-[Marquess] No--
-And it was hurtful.

I said "clam chowder"
not [bleep].

Oh, I'm sorry,
that wasn't a euphemism?
[chuckles]

Or a "euphe-[bleep]"?

-[laughing]
-[Marquess] Oh, my God.

Ah, you see, Yung,

that's an example
of a funny joke
where no one gets hurt.

All right,
to the Mystery Mobile!

So we can go to
Marquess-gives-head. [laughs]

No, I mean "Marblehead."

Marblehead, Massive-Jew-Tits.

I mean "Massachusetts."
[chuckles]

But a lot of Jewish gals
do have big tits.

Now you see
the difference, Yung?

Between your jokes
and my jokes?

Or are you too dumb like Deezy?

-Hey!
-[laughs]

Now that's a funny joke.

Yeah, this is usually
our busiest time of day,
but, uh,

as you can see,
there's no one here.

They're probably going to
South Salem or Revere.

Peabody, Saugus...

But I can tell you
where they're not: Marblehead.

I mean, they might be
in Swampscott, or Clifton,
or Methuen,

or Malden... Winthrop.

Danvers, even.

Ipswich?

I don't know.
Gloucester, Rockport, possibly.

But where they're not?
Marblehead.

Why do you think they're going
to all those too many places
you mentioned?

Because we're running
a clam shack
and we got no clams!

Why is that?

[scoffs] You're gonna have to
ask my little brother Pat.

Of course he'll probably be
too drunk to answer you.

He's always been a partier,
but, you know, he's family,

so out of the goodness
of my heart
I made him a partner

and I gave him
one responsibility:
dig for clams.

And now it seems like
he can't even do that.

Can we talk to your brother?

Yeah. Sure.

Yeah, you'll find him
at the bar next door.

Practically lives there.

I'd go with you, but I'm sober.

Forty-four days, in fact.

Oh, my God, I couldn't go
44 hours without drinking.
[chuckles]

Am I the only one who knows
how to make people laugh
without being wildly offensive?

[scoffs] By the way,
the last time I was somewhere
that smelled this fishy

I had my face buried
in the [bleep] of a great big--

-[Marquess] Okay.
-Huh? [chuckles]

Poor Pat O'Sullivan.
He could never catch a break.

-[exhales] That guy's
been through hell.
-[telephone ringing]

Barbara's Bar, this is Barbara.

Happy hour's from 4:00 to 4:30.
Sandals are fine,
but no bathing suits.

You're welcome.

Um, do you think
Pat will be in today?

No way.

Today's June 14th.
Pat's one place
and one place only.

[sighs] I miss you,
little brother.

I don't wanna interrupt him,
but how long are we going
to stand here?

Dad, just go up to him.

Why me? I don't want to do it.

Pigeon, you do it.

I'll do it for $5,000.

-Okay.
-Let's see the money.

My God, why do you have so much
money in your sweatpants?

Illegal activity.
Shit you don't know about,

that you don't want
to know about.

Hey, are you Mike Tyson?

-[wind blowing]
-Oh, [bleep]! Oh, damn!

-[woman sobbing]
-[Mike] That's my money,
mother-[bleep]!

Keep your mother-[bleep] hands
off my mother-[bleep] money!

[man groans]

I'm so sorry, was Matt...

Our little brother.

We were always together,
the O'Sullivan boys,

until June 14, 1999.

The three of us
were digging for clams.

And for a goof
I buried Matt in the sand,
right up to his neck.

And then I went back
to the clam digging
and forgot about him.

By the time I remembered,
he was gone.

The tide had come in.

[sniffles] Nat blamed me.

Everyone blamed me.
I blame myself.

Well, it, uh, sounds like
you are directly to blame.

Did anyone consider
bringing up murder charges?

I don't think drinking
is the answer, okay?

Your brother needs you.

My brother needed me

and I wasn't there.

No, Pat, I'm talking about Nat,
not Matt.

Good Lord, who were
your parents, Rat and Shat?
[laughs]

Nat doesn't want anything to do
with me and I don't blame him.

You're wrong. He needs you.
The clam shack needs you.

Where are you going?

Where I should've been
all along.

I'm gonna dig up
a [bleep]-ton of clams
for my brother!

[panting]

[gags]

It's butterscotch schnapps!
Ugh!

A little birdie told me
you were down here.

Also, a ghost,
and a Chinese girl,
and Mike Tyson.

I'm sorry, Natty.

I just don't think
I can do it anymore.

Every time I dig up a clam,
I just...

imagine little Matty
and how I wasn't there
to dig him up.

-It's my fault.
-No, Patty. It's my fault.

What are you talking about?

I was your guardian.
I was both of your guardians.

When Mom and Dad died
that night in the parking lot
of Pat's game,

there was no one else
to take care of you two.

I was the oldest brother.

You were my responsibility,
and I blew it!

[both sobbing]

Oh, wow, that warms my heart.

Well, team, it looks like
our work here is done.

The only loose end to tie up
on this mystery is finding me
a bowl of clam chowder.

[sobbing continues]

I live with so much guilt, Pat.

And ever since I got sober
I got nothing to mask
the pain with.

What do you say?
Let's go be with
our little brother forever.

Thanks for understanding, Carl.

Gotta close up early tonight.
It's my anniversary and I gotta
get home to the mister.

Happy anniversary, Barbara.

Happy anniversary, Matt.

I can't believe
it's been 21 years.

I remember it
like it was yesterday.

Help. Help!

Pat!

Nat!

You saved my life that day.

You made my life that day.

I wish my brothers knew
I was okay.

I know.

But if they knew about mermaids
and shit like that,

eventually the government
would find out
and do tests on us,

and we'd never see
each other again and whatnot.

But, if it makes you feel
any better, I saw them
hugging each other today.

That makes my heart smile.

To Nat and Pat.
We wish them oceans
of love and happiness.

[Yung Hee] Cheers.

Now, let's get our chowder on!
[chuckles]

Oh, man, I haven't had
something this hot, creamy,
thick and goopy in my mouth,

since my Uncle Tommy...

-[Marquess] Okay.
-...pretended he was... Huh?