All language subtitles for The.Bureau.Of.Magical.Things.S01E04.1080p.NF.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.x264-LAZY_track3_eng

Come on, guys. Keep up.

Excuse me, what’s the hurry?

I’ve got a lot to get through today,
Doris.

What’s more important
than a stroll in the sunshine?

What’s that smell?

- Rabbit!
- What? So you’re a hunting dog now?

It’s never too late to learn new tricks.

This is why you don’t have a boyfriend.
You’re too judgmental.

That’s my reminder. I have to go.

We only just got here.

Come on! Things to do. Sorry.

I want a refund.

Darra, that’s my seat.

A change is as good as a holiday,
sis.

Just move it, goblin breath.

-Where have you been? You’re late.
-I have a very tight schedule.

-Good grief, that’s absolutely amazing!
-What, Professor?

You’re all here on time.

Let’s see if we can get some work done
without interruption.

Except that it’s Letterbox Day.

Darra and I did it last time, Professor.

-In that case, Lily and Imogen?
-If we have to.

And Kyra will accompany you.

- We don’t need her.
- Of course you don’t.

But I’m sure Kyra will benefit
from seeing the proficiency

with which you handle the situation.

The information's all in there.

So, a break for me and Ruksy?

No. I have something very important
for you two.

So, what’s the deal with this letterbox?

On the 23rd of every month,

anyone who touches the letterbox
between 10:59 and 11:03 in the morning

gets turned into a dog.

Why leave it? Why not replace it?

The DMI tried,
but the box kept coming back.

We don’t need that.
The job couldn’t be simpler.

All we have to do is stop anyone
from touching the box for four minutes.

Hey, Matty.

- Is that Kyra?
- You know it is.

I’m not so sure. The Kyra I know
is supposed to be at practice.

Um, I’m on my way.

-Sorry, got to go.
-Kyra…

I’d only be in the way.
Let me know how it goes.

Sorry, Matty. I got held up.

Doing what?

To stay in the comp,
every game from now has to be a win.

I don’t need you distracted.

-I’ve got a lot of stuff on at the moment.
-What stuff?

We get the same homework.
We play on the same team.

What could you possibly have that I don’t?

Are we here to talk or play?

Cody.

You said you had something important
for us.

The Lost Property Suitcase is important.

As you know, lost property is collected
in here and registered in the ledger.

And the item is matched with the owner.

In this case, a Mr. P. Marshall,
12 Newton Parade.

And the item is returned.

See if you can empty it
before the others return.

This is lame.

No. Reuniting lost things
with their owners is like granting a wish.

It’s fun.

You have a strange sense of fun.

Pink mobile phone.

Mrs. Alice Hackford, 74 Elm Street.

I wish Kyra had been here.
I think she would have enjoyed this.

-It’s obvious where her priorities lie.
-All clear.

Should be any time now.

We’re on.

Pixie dust.

-It’s Mrs. Spencer!
-She mustn’t touch the box. Stop her!

Me? You need
to work on their people skills.

This isn’t the time!

True, it could take years.

Lily, go!

Mrs. Spencer!

My cat is missing.

I left the door open
and naughty Toby ran out.

I think he went into your backyard.

-Could you take me in to have a look?
-Of course, dear.

Two of them?

I’m sorry he wasn’t there.

Toby’s my best friend.
I don’t know what I’d do without him.

I’m sure you’ll find him.

You have got to be kidding.

Imogen, you had one job!

There were two postmen!
How was I supposed to know?

We’re going to get expelled.
My parents are going to disown me.

I’m going to have to live in a cave
with trolls.

We can fix this.
We just have to turn him back.

Yes. Right.

All we have to do is turn a dog
back into a postman. Simple.

Where did the dog go?

-You think you can get past me?
-I don’t think, I know.

Do that with every shot from now
and the trophy’s ours.

So, no pressure then.

Okay everyone, take a break!

-Do we have to?
-I could use one.

Can we make it short?
I have so much on today.

What is taking up your time?

Have you…

-Have you met someone?
-What? No.

-Come on, spill. Do I know him?
-There’s nothing to tell.

You sure? Because you seem different.

Can you just let it go? Okay?

How about we start a game?

Cody, Holly, let’s go. Come on.

One pair of false teeth.

How does anyone lose their teeth?
We should get extra credit for this.

Mr. Julian Grimes, 3 Helix Crescent.

Now, this is cool.

-Darra, don’t! That must be Ulrich’s horn.
-Who?

It makes anything play the same sound
as it’s playing.

It’s not a toy! It’s a magical object
that we need to keep stored here.

About time. You can take over.

Can’t, sorry. We had a problem.

Tell me you didn’t.

So, a postman turned into a dog, big deal.

We just have to find the dog
and turn him back.

-You lost the dog, too?
-I’ll help you look.

No! You have to stay here.
Professor Maxwell can’t know.

But any ideas on how
to change him back when we find him?

Well, if you’d read the folder,
you’d know you need to put him back

-in front of the letterbox before sunset.
-Why sunset?

With this type of magic, if you don’t
reverse the transformation before then…

it becomes permanent.

This day just keeps getting better.

Postie! Here, postie!

Postie! Here, postie!

Kyra.

Kyra!

Sorry.

- You can’t be here.
- I need your help.

I’m kind of busy right now.

Believe me, if I could ask anyone else,
I would.

Hey, Kyra.

-Did you see that?
-What?

The ball, it, it looked like
it bounced off something.

-But that’s impossible.
-I saw it.

I just remembered something. Got to go.

But now?

-So, you lost the dog. What can I do?
-You speak dog.

I’ve only ever communicated with one dog.

Fine. Get her to find the postman dog,

then you can go back
to your silly basket game.

It won’t take long.

Have you seen my postman?

No. Why?

Well, those are his things.
Why would he leave them here?

Bathroom break, or urgent phone call.

Why don't you go inside
and I’ll wait for him to come back?

What are you doing?

I’m looking for my pension check.

No! You can’t disturb the mail.
I’m sure it’s illegal, or something.

-Postie!
-What?

Don’t touch anything. I’ll be right back.

Postie!

I am so sorry.

We didn’t mean to do this to you.
Come with me and we’ll make it all better.

Buster?

Don’t worry, postie.

Imogen will be back soon
and we’ll fix you all up.

- I thought you were looking for your cat.
- Yes.

Well, funny thing, you are so going
to laugh at this…

That’s my dog!

Are you sure he’s yours?

Police, please.

Who lost this?

No idea.

Put it back. The name might turn up later.

The others should be back by now.

What are we going to tell the professor?

Imogen and Lily aren’t back yet?

They were,

then there was a report of a laundromat
washing machine sucking up socks.

They went back out to investigate.

Let me know as soon
as they get back.

The day is getting away from us.

That’s her?

I thought we were getting a tracker dog,
not this creature.

Tell your friend that she shouldn’t judge
a book by its cover

'cause there’s plenty
I could say about hers.

What did she say?

She said she’s happy to help.

Doris, we need you
to find a missing postman.

Can you track his scent
if you sniff his things?

I have my standards, you know.

There are limits
to what I’ll stick my nose into.

So, you’ll do it?

That depends. What’s in it for me?

What are we going to do
with all these socks?

-Sock puppets?
-Darra!

Okay. We can send one back
with every lost object we return.

Think of it as a bonus.

-Where’s Imogen?
-I thought she might be here.

-She went to look for the dog.
-That was a while ago.

-I should go and find her.
-I’ll go too.

No! I’m not staying here on my own
with the professor.

No. My dad’s here.

I didn’t know your father was a policeman.
Are we doing something illegal?

I don’t think so.

You found the dog.

No. This is who we’re using
to find the dog.

That makes sense. I think.

He’s cute. So, this is your boyfriend?

No.

Why not?
If he had a tail, I’d ask him out.

Can we just focus on finding the postman,
please?

Sensitive as my nose is,
I can’t pick up a scent from here.

Stay here.

-I thought you had basketball practice.
-We finished early.

-Didn’t you do dog walking already?
-Doris needs more exercise.

I can still hear you.

What’s going on here?

It appears we have a missing postman.
Keep her away, Kyra.

I don’t want her messing up the scene.

Go now.

-Kyra!
-Sorry, Dad.

Bad dog, Doris! Bad dog.

-Enough?
-Yes.

No treats for you today, naughty dog.

See you tonight, Dad.

Well, that was humiliating.

Have you ever wondered
why it’s only one sock that disappears?

Why don’t they go missing in pairs?

I don’t care about socks.
They should have come back by now.

Something else must have gone wrong.

Lily, you’re back. Where’s Imogen?
Still out with the washing machine?

Yep. That’s where she is.

And Darra has gone to help?

Nothing else I should know?

Let me know the moment they arrive back.

Come on, dog.
I could find him faster than you.

Then tell your friend to get down
and start sniffing!

What did she say?

She thinks she’s getting close.

If she were a bloodhound
instead of a Sniffles, this would be over.

That’s it. I quit.

Doris, no!

I’m not moving until she apologizes.

What’s up?

You upset her. She wants you to say sorry.

I am not apologizing to a dog!

A dog! I am a full breed boxer
from an impeccable bloodline.

She’s our only hope.

Better do it, sis.

Sorry.

Not good enough.
I want a proper apology to my face.

She wants you to do it again, down there.

-I so want to see this.
-She’s out of her tiny mind!

And again with the insults.
She’s got the manners of a pit bull.

She’s not moving until you do.

I’m sorry.

Good dog.

So, you noticed the bike and mail satchel
abandoned just before midday?

That’s what I said.

And before that,
you didn’t see or hear anything unusual?

There was a girl looking for a lost cat.
She was quite odd.

Your baguette and almond croissant,
Mrs. Spencer.

Thank you, Peter.

Hey, Sergeant Glen. What’s happening?

A missing postman.

Nothing sinister, I’m sure.

When we get back, if the professor asks
about a washing machine, let me handle it

A washing machine?

What?

I smell cabbage, coffee grounds
and canine fur

with a hint of postage-stamp glue.

-She’s found him.
-About time.

Where?

Not so fast, girly.
We need to agree on my compensation.

I said you could have dog treats.

Please! Like biscuits are going
to cut it now. I want bones.

Okay, bones.

And a foot massage.
My paws are killing me.

Fine! Now can you please show us
where he is?

Are you sure that’s him?

Yes, but he’s more confused than a Corgi.

He’s worried about his postal round,
but he also wants to chase cars.

! What did you do to him?

Later. Let’s get you home
and him back to the letterbox.

It’s almost sunset.

We should be out there helping,
not doing this stupid job.

I’m sure Imogen and Darra
have it under control.

Poor postman. What if he has a family?

How are they going to feel
having to call a dog dad?

He’s behind me, isn’t he?

No. It’ll be sunset in two minutes.

Any ideas?

Then I brought the wrong dog back,

but Mrs. Spencer thought I was looking
for a cat. It wasn’t anybody’s fault.

How were we meant to know
there’d be two postmen?

Do you understand what she's saying?
Darra, can you…

Sorry, no time.

No need to hand around, Peter.
There’s nothing strange here.

You can’t be certain.

There was a guy in the States
who was abducted out of his milk truck

and a woman taken from her lounge room.

- Where did you go?
- What’s that?

Don’t worry. I’ve got this.

Go!

What?

-What was that?
-I don’t know.

You right there, mate?

I’m very disappointed
in you all.

Would someone care to explain to me
how a simple task became a total debacle?

Next time you are given a task,
if there is a next time,

read the file first.

Yes, Professor.

The only one who showed any competence
in this sorry affair was a dog.

I hope you made her feel appreciated.

Why is it just me walking today?
Where’s Coco and Tiga?

Don’t tell me
you’ve lost another postman!

We have something for you.

If I’d known
you were throwing me a dinner party,

I’d have had a bath
and worn my best collar.

And Imogen and Lily have something to say.

Thank you, Doris.

You want something found again,
you come see Doris.

I’m your dog.

But next time, do me a favor.

What?

Don’t bring the rude one.

What did she say?

She said, you’re welcome.