All language subtitles for Brooklyn NineNine S02E07

Morning.

Who are those for?

Captain Holt's uncle
passed away.

They weren't close,
but I wanted to do something.

Interesting.

Flowers are a bold choice,
Santiago,

but I can still beat you.

Beat me
at expressing condolences?

Yup, it's on.

Flowers are a gift,
and Captain Holt hates gifts.

I think a thoughtful email
is the way to go here.

"Dear Captain, we were all
so sorry for your loss."

Group sentiment,
very meaningful.

"Please let us know if there's
anything we can do."

Selfless act.

Very respectful.

Correct, I am the King
of respectfulness, bitches!

Hey, did you send that from
your personal or work account?

Personal...
It's a personal matter

involving a personal friend
and his personal uncle.

So you remembered to turn off
your signature, right?

Oh, no.

Hey, Captain, I just
sent you an email, uh...

"Dear Captain, we were all
so sorry for your loss.

"Please let us know
if there's anything we can do.

Sent from my stinky butt."

I was hacked?

Thank you for the email.
It means a lot to me.

You're very welcome.

I was addressing
your stinky butt.

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Okay, guys,
Captain and I are going

to a charity event
in Brighton beach.

Have a great Thanksgiving.

Ahem.

Sorry, Boyle.
Turkey Day.

Once Sergeant Jeffords and I
are gone,

Peralta will be
the officer in command.

Jake in charge.
No-look five.

Whoo!

That's not your hand.

Wait.

Is that a healed-over
earring hole?

Do you have a scandalous past?

I was stabbed
in the line of duty.

The scar extends
through the lobe into the neck.

No one likes it
when you do that.

Anyway, thank you for taking
command of the precinct

over the holiday.

Not a problem.

As you all know,
I hate Thanksgiving.

The pilgrims were murderers,
and turkey tastes like napkins.

I just hope
that no Amys feel bad

that I was chosen over Amy.

Actually, Captain asked me
first, but I had plans.

Teddy brewed a Thanksgiving pilsner,
and it's bottling day.

Bottling day?

Why'd you come in at all?

And frankly, sir,
I'm a little hurt

that I wasn't your top choice
to be in charge.

I'd like to remind you
of what happened

when I asked you to run
the blood drive.

So I forgot to put up
the posters, and no one came,

but don't worry,
because I donated 5 pints

all by me-self.

It's one 12-hour shift.

What are you afraid
is gonna happen?

Injury, death,
general calamity.

Just don't burn the place down.

You can count on me, sir.
Happy Thanksgiving.

Turkey Day.
Sorry, Boyle.

I know you're all leaving
in an hour,

but until that time,
you're under my command.

And as leader,
it is my job

to make my employees' lives
better,

so what can I do for you?
Gina?

I would like to answer the phone
always just like, "eh-heh?"

Done. Charles?

Lift the precinct-wide ban on me
saying the word "succulent."

Done.

I want to work
in the break room,

so I don't have to hear
Charles say "succulent."

Done, done,
Done-zel Washington.

If she's working
in the break room,

can I move my nap couch
out into the bullpen?

Brooks and done.

Oh, so your plan is to not
take this seriously at all?

Oh, I am as serious
as a heart attack.

No offense, Scully.

Eh, mine are never
that serious.

I call 'em "oopsies."

You can't just grant wishes,
Jake.

You're a boss,
not a genie.

I am both.
I am a boss-genie.

And this office is my lamp.
Who likes me being in charge?

Succulent.

Thanks for coming
to this event, Sergeant.

Always happy to spend time
with you, sir.

Thank you.

Plus, the longer I stay out
of my house today, the better.

My brother-in-law Zeke
is in town.

Oh, I remember Zeke.
Large gentleman.

Calls you Tiny Terry.

Also Teensy Terry,
Teeny-weeny Terry-Berry,

and Li'l Dum-Dum.

You know, it's the lack
of effort on that last one

that really gets me.

You're a grown man, Sergeant,
strong like an oak.

That's a pretty good tree.

It's a mighty tree.

So why not stand up
to this Zeke?

I get so intimidated
around him.

Thanks for the sandwich,
Li'l Dum-Dum.

If you wanted to get
out of the house,

why didn't you just volunteer
to run the precinct

instead of Peralta?

I'd much rather
have you in charge.

Don't worry about Jake.
He's gonna do great.

He can be very responsible.

Okay, the elevator door
is the goal.

Try and score on me.

Ah!

Yes!

All right, it's noon.
We're going home.

See you later, boss-genie.

Succulent bossing, Jakey.

I'm gonna go home
and stuff my goose.

Wait, Boyle, powder.
What is that powder?

I don't know.
I don't know, what do we do?

Okay, everyone,
we are in lockdown,

which means no one can come
in or out of the precinct.

Now, apparently,
three other precincts received

similar packages this month,

and they were all
baking powder.

Nevertheless, Hazmat
has to run a quick test,

but I anticipate we'll all
be out of here momentarily.

In the meantime,
I suggest we turn this lockdown

into a pop-and-lockdown.

Right?
Am I right?

Huh?

Okay, so I'll keep
everyone updated,

and keep working
on your dance moves.

Jake, what are you doing?
This is a crisis.

I'm trying to keep morale up,

because Hazmat said
it's almost definitely a hoax.

Almost?
What if it's Anthrax?

We are all 100% gonna die!

Guys!
You're freaking people out.

Can you please calm it down?
We're doing fine here.

Not Hitchcock.

He got trapped
out on the balcony.

I don't like him alone
out there, not with his history.

I mean, what if he
gets up on a ledge?

What, you think
he's gonna jump?

No, he's just always
falling off things.

He's got a worm living in his
ear that affects his balance.

Oh, well, then he's not
truly alone out there, right?

Okay, I'm gonna call Holt.
You want to come?

Yeah.
Too bad, you're not invited.

I'm in charge.
Bye!

Okay, keep me posted.

Peralta seems to have it
under control.

He said things were "dope."

I want to monitor
the situation.

I need to get somewhere
with an Internet connection

and a landline.

You live out here.
Do you have a home office?

Well, yeah, but Zeke is
in that room, and...

Perfect.
Let's go there.

Or my neighbors
are out of town.

We could break
into their place.

Fine, we'll go to my house.

Or as Zeke calls it,
Tiny Terry's Hobbit Hole.

All right, sorry for the delay,
but I have some news.

I gotta say,
your Hazmat suit is super scary.

You should talk
in a silly voice,

so you seem less terrifying.

Well, we ran our test.

See, even that would be
much less ominous

if you just did
a grover voice.

Well, we ran our tests.

And it's not baking powder.

There's a chance
it's toxic.

What?

We know it's not baking powder.
What is it?

We don't know yet, sir,
but we are...

Sir, you shouldn't have to be
below eye level,

so I'm gonna hold you up.

Okay, you do look good
in Amy's purple shirt.

Anyways, it's Thanksgiving,

so the emergency services lab
is closed.

They're gonna reopen them,
but it'll be at least five hours

till they can run
detailed tests.

Boyle, status report?

We're locked down
with 42 civilians,

divided into four factions.

First, we have 12 perps
locked up in holding.

Okay, we will call them
the dirty dozen.

Oh, I love it.

Second faction
is the innocent people

who just had the bad luck
of being here,

some witnesses,
some mugging victims,

couple food delivery guys.

Great, we'll refer to them
as the normies.

Your snitches, your suspects,

couple of gang members
here to pick up their friends.

Permission to give them
a nickname, sir?

Permission granted.

The naughty boys.

Permission denied.

We will refer to them
exclusively

as the doinkmeisters.

Way better.

The last faction is the worst,

six lawyers.

Ugh,
you know what,

I'm just gonna call them
the vegetable medley,

because that's the grossest
thing I can think of.

So what's the plan?

Sir, I think we should
separate the factions,

so we don't become
outnumbered.

We should start rationing
the food now,

and we should tell people
that we're in for a long night,

because the substance
is not baking powder.

Whoa, whoa, that's just gonna
freak everyone out.

We want people to be
happy and calm.

We should play them sade.

Keeping the peace is important.

I'm not there
to read the situation,

but... and I can't believe
I'm actually saying this...

I did leave Peralta in charge,
so call me if you need anything.

Oh, sir, one other thing,

Hitchcock got trapped
out on the balcony.

Good, sounds like
we dodged a bullet there.

Yeah.

Well, that's settled.

Diaz, Santiago,
I want you out there with me,

keeping people's morale up.

Boyle, you go
through security footage

and see if you can see
who brought in that box.

Okay, but, I mean, I thought
since you were in charge,

maybe I could be your right-hand
man, your tinker bell.

Tinker bell?

Let me tell you something
about tinker bell.

Tinker bell is
a loyal lieutenant

and a real Thorn
in the side of Captain Hook.

Fine, done,
you're my number two.

Yes!
I made number two.

I hear it.
Why would I ever say that?

Thank you.

I got ahold of E.S.U.

The lab tech is en route
from his home in New Jersey.

Sergeant, is there any way
you can replace this large ball

with a chair that is
actually a chair?

I'm sorry, sir,
that's all I've got.

But it's good for your core.

Yes.
My core, it's engaged.

I wouldn't take fitness tips

from this shrimp.

Sir, you remember
my brother-in-law, Zeke?

- Yes, hello.
- Hey.

What happened to the game
I was dvr-ing?

I was recording it
for later.

Well, the Captain wanted
to have the news on,

so I stopped the recording.

Well, the game was
a blowout anyway.

I mean everyone died.
Sports are canceled.

You better hope
that's true.

Good, he's gone.

Now, let's get serious
and focus up.

Just trying to get
to the printer.

Hey, hey, hey, people.

How about everyone come on,
bring it in here, gather around?

So how we all holding up?

Not good.
We're trapped on Thanksgiving.

What's going on, man?

Okay, great,
first off,

happy Thanksgiving, everyone.

Shout-out to turkey.

Whoo-whoo!

Thank you.
All right, so here's the deal.

We are still awaiting
the initial test results,

but hopefully,
we'll hear soon

that it's all harmless
and we can all go home soon.

You're doing a great...

What are you doing?

I'm whispering in your ear.
It's what a number two does.

It was way too close.

Can you say it quietly
to me, please?

This is going really well.

Okay.

At any rate, I figured
we could pass the time

and do something fun,
maybe a movie night.

Our options are a bootleg copy
of the Diane Keaton classic,

something's gotta give.

Movie's hilarious.

Okay, surprising opinion.

We'll talk about that later.

And our second option
is surveillance footage

of Detective Amy Santiago
soliciting drugs

using perfect grammar.

It's not that weird to say,
"may I have some cocaine?"

It is.
Those options suck.

Fair enough, why don't we have
a talent show then?

Who has a special talent?

Oh, I just learned
the single ladies dance.

Hey! Yes!

People love it.

Look at that, two painted ladies
just joined in.

You got to admit,

Boyle really knows
how to move his pelvis.

I can't believe this is
one of the last things

I'm ever gonna see.

Actually, with Anthrax,
the last things you'll see

will be doctor, blood, doctor,
pus, scab, nothing.

Why are you saying that?

'Cause you're being
melodramatic,

so I'm making fun of you.
Fine.

I'm writing you
out of my will.

Say good-bye to my sculpture
of two "jag-u-ars" making love.

Whoo!
This is why I became a cop.

Really?
People love the talent show.

Lawyer guy's doing stand-up.

He's got really good material.
Oh.

There are two jobs
where you have total control

President of a country

and cleaning lady.

I can't believe you gave
the mob a megaphone.

Okay, first of all,
we didn't have a mic,

and second,
it's not a mob.

It's a happy group
of unlikely friends.

Maybe not so happy.

People are starting
to get hungry.

Oh.
Okay, not a problem.

Let's get them
some food.

Voila,
a Thanksgiving feast

from the two delivery guys
who are trapped in here with us,

and paid for by me
with Boyle's money.

Put it on the tab.

What about me?

Uh, I guess
I could have a friend

throw some pretzels up to you
from the street?

And soda too?

Fine, I'll have someone
blindly throw

ice-cold metal cans of soda
at you.

Jake, I know you think
this is going well,

but you can't keep putting out
fires as they come up.

You need to set down
some rules.

It's fine.
Everyone is happy.

Now we just coast
to the all-clear.

We're freezing in here!
We want heat!

We want heat!

We want heat!

We want heat! We want heat!

What?

I'm glad I gave them
the megaphone.

It helps me
hear their concerns.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I need to go find
a couple bags... of heat.

Charles and I arrest the guy
a couple of years ago

that was selling
knock-off designer coats.

We just gotta find
the box they're in,

and everyone will be
warm and happy.

You can't let them
gang up on you.

You need to man up.

Man up?
Sexist.

I'm sorry,
but I don't see gender, sir.

Tell them the truth
about the powder,

tell them that
they're gonna be here awhile,

and tell them
that they might have to be

a little uncomfortable.

Uncomfortable because of how
amazing I look in this?

Zeke, I'm sorry,
but Captain thinks

we're gonna have to use
your room for a little longer.

No problem.

Really?
Yeah, I feel you.

I got a boss that's a jerk
like that too.

Right.

The Captain's the worst.

Sometimes, I call him
Holt the dolt.

That's cold.

Stay tough, brother.

Brother?

Brother.
I will, brother.

All right.

Talk to you later, brother.

See you, brother.

Bye, brother.

Okay, I have finished
my last will and testament.

To Rosa,
I leave you nothing.

Pass.

You can't pass
on me leaving you nothing.

Just did.

Not today, Rosa.

To Charles, I leave you
the memories of my supple form.

I'm reminding everyone
of my embarrassing sexual past

'cause I'm hoping
it's the act of charity

that gets me into heaven.

Why is she talking
about heaven?

Is there something wrong here
we don't know about?

No, no, no!
She's just being a funny weirdo.

Everything's fine.

More importantly,
I was not able

to find any "heat"
because it's more of a concept,

but we did find
these beauties.

They're all faux fur
and all the best brands.

We've got Chanel, Grucci,
Stella McCarKeys.

I want the one with the muff.

Great choice, sir, but there's
actually only five coats,

so we're gonna have to
figure out a way to share them.

I was thinking maybe
a trivia contest.

Screw the coats.
I want more food.

Interesting fact there...
It turns out

the one-time-only feast
was all the food that we had.

What?
You didn't ration the food?

I'm not gonna sit here
and starve.

It's Thanksgiving.
You said it was a hoax.

We're only here
because of some dumb protocol.

I'm leaving.
I'm walking out that door.

Jake, you have
to arrest him.

No, it'll only
make things worse.

Look, we're doing this my way.
I'm the Captain now!

That totally sounded
like a movie ref,

but I was actually
being serious.

Excuse me, sir?
Hi.

Can I talk to you
in my office for a sec?

It's nothing serious,
just a fun chat.

Look, if you don't come with me,

she's going to arrest you.

Hey, are you guys whispering?

I'm Charles Boyle.

I'm sort of the number two guy
around here.

Okay, so first of all,
I'm just gonna set the mood

for this meeting,
perhaps a smooth jam.

Ahh.

Yeah, it's good.

All right, here's the deal.

The Hazmat guys did run
some preliminary tests,

and the substance
is not baking powder.

Oh.
Was it Anthrax?

They don't know yet,
but I promise you,

as soon they tell me,
you'll be the first to know.

Well, second after me,
so third overall.

Still pretty good.

I just don't want people
to panic,

so I'm asking for your help
to keep this thing quiet,

so we can have
the chillest biohazard lockdown

in Brooklyn,
yeah?

Of course, I understand.

Great, thank you.

See, if you talk to people
like humans,

they'll be reasonable.
I mean, it's just good...

Oh, why is he standing
on that chair?

Hey, everyone!
They lied to us!

It's friggin' Anthrax!

Oh, what you making,
a snack?

Oh, the Captain wants
four sandwiches.

A spoonful of Mayo,
spread evenly,

middle-loaf pieces of bread
only.

What an ass.

Tell me about it...

Brother.

Uh, I almost forgot.
He wants a whole pie too.

This dude is the worst.

I don't always understand
Peralta's texts.

He says they're still waiting
on the lab,

and "it's allz good."
"Alls" with a "z."

Then a box
with a question mark inside,

another box
with a question mark,

another box
with a question mark,

another box
with a question mark,

another box
with a question mark,

and yet another box
with a question mark.

Then a box
with a question mark.

What does that mean?

It means you don't have emojis
on your phone.

All right, everyone calm down!
Just calm down!

Let us out, or I'm gonna start
breaking things!

This is
a human rights violation!

You can't keep us here!

I'm 23, I'm a celebrity,
and today, I'm gonna die!

Not one word of that
is true.

Ow!

Ooh, Hitchcock's bleeding!

He got hit in the head
with a soda can!

He never saw it coming!

Jake, we have to start
putting people in detention.

We have to quash this.

No, we need them
to calm down.

We need to put on
something's gotta give.

Great idea.
Great movie.

Also, we should probably
put out that fire.

So, Captain,
I have some news.

What happened?

Well, remember when you told me
not to burn down the precinct?

You burned down
the precinct?

No,
I had the fire put out

almost immediately.

This is a success story.

Tell me exactly
what happened.

Well, it started with Boyle

wanting to say
the word "succulent."

Oh, no.
And it ended with a small riot,

in which a dirtbag set
Hitchcock's nap couch on fire.

Enough!

Jeffords and I will come
right away.

I'm very disappointed
in you.

What's he saying?

He said he's very disappointed
in you.

Oh, man!

You wanted to see me?

Yeah.

I know you're too proud

to say "I told you so,"
so I'm just gonna...

Told you so.
Not too proud.

That seems right.

Look, I screwed up,

and I think you should take over
command of the precinct.

Been waiting to hear you
say that all day.

I know.

Which is why you shouldn't say it.
What?

You're still trying
to make people happy.

Don't apologize to me.

Be a leader and tell me
what you need me to do.

Tell everyone
what you need them to do.

You're the Captain, Jake.

I'm the Captain now.

Captain Phillips.
Captain Phillips!

That's what it was.

"Look at me, look at me."

Right?
Yeah.

All right, guys, listen up.
All right, listen up, people.

Boyle, you're no longer
my number two.

What did you say to him, Amy?

You've been after my job
this whole time.

It's not Amy.
I don't need a tinker bell.

I need you to find out
where that powder came from.

Scully, I need you
to help Boyle.

Don't worry about Hitchcock.
He'll be fine.

I once saw him fall down
three flights of stairs, get up,

and keep eating his hot dog,
like nothing happened.

You're right.
He's the strongest man we know.

No.
Gina, I know you're scared,

but you got to stop
freaking out the civilians.

Yes, I am very influential.

And, Diaz, you need to stop
making fun of Gina and help her.

Fine.
All right, everyone, listen up!

I know this is tough to hear,
but we still don't know

what the powder is, and we may
be here for a while yet.

Also, the copy room is now
a detention center

for anyone who gets out of line.

This is a police station in
a lockdown, not a summer camp.

Ooh,
should we play capture the flag?

Jake!
Right.

Stay tuned for more details.
That'll be all for now.

I'm just gonna go downstairs
and thank your family

for accommodating us.

You will do nothing
of the sort.

Zeke is being nice to me
for the first time ever

because he thinks you're a jerk
just like his boss.

When we go downstairs,
I want you to scream at me.

I want you to really degrade me
in front of my family.

And this will make you happy?

It's the best Thanksgiving gift
you could give me.

What an idiotic thing to say.
What's a Thanksgiving gift?

I'm just getting in the zone.

I love it!

Also, I said you ate
all that pie.

Can you put some
around your mouth?

Fine.
Crumb me up.

I have news, everyone.

The powder was not harmful.

Scully!

Aw, I gotta say,
that's pretty sweet.

Oh, the door closed behind him.
Now they're both locked outside.

What happened?
What's going on?

Lockdown's officially over.

Squad's heading home
for Thanksgiving.

I don't understand.

Last I heard,
the precinct was on fire,

and we wouldn't get lab results
for another three hours.

Boyle sped things up.

I noticed an I.T. guy
we fired two years ago

in surveillance footage.

Turns out he was also fired
from the other precincts.

E.S.U. raided his home
and found

bacillus streptomoo-cocomo...
I can't pronounce it.

Regardless, he confessed,
and it wasn't poisonous.

All right, it seems like
you turned it around.

Yeah, actually, we're trying
to clean up here, Captain,

so unless you have something
meaningful to contribute,

you can get the hell out.

Oh, right, sorry,
you weren't here

when I switched up
my management style.

That must be so confusing
for you.

Anyways, everyone head on home!
Happy Thanksgiving, guys!

Jake.
Happy Turkey Day, guys.

I'll be in my office.

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