All language subtitles for American.Dad.S19E09.The.Curious.Case.of.the.Old.Hole.1080p.DSNP.WEBRip.DDP.5.1.H.265.-EDGE2020

Vape pods.

One hitters. Goldschlager.

I can't tell you
how disappointed I am in all of you.

Where's the good stuff?

I've got a flight to Cabo in 40 minutes!

Principal Lewis has no right
to invade our privacy like this.

Relax. We're going to be lousy with
privacy all summer, down at the hole.

You guys got something special
planned for break?

Snot and I spend every summer

at a super-secret swimming hole
outside town,

just working on our
slack shack, catching fish,

and practicing make-outs on a smooth log
we hauled out of a beaver dam.

Can I come?

Sorry, Billy. Not even Barry or Toshi
know about the old hole.

And it's not on any map.

Well, there's a lyrical map.

That we vowed never to
repeat in front of other people.

I could just hum you the melody.

- I'm good.
- Fine, words and everything.

Down the dirt road
till the knobbly old oak.

Cross the shallows
where the bullfrogs croak

Smith, what's with the fish?

I'm sorry, Steve.
I smuggled myself in your backpack.

The lunch ladies
throw a killer end-of-the-year party,

and make a timpano out of
everything that's left in the cafeteria.

Last year, there was a whole kid
in there. He was delicious.

A fish that parties
and isn't afraid to bend the rules.

Good. You're with me.

I'm taking your pet
as my emotional support animal.

That's the bell.

Lose yourself to the summer, bitches!

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.

Good morning, USA.

Under the thicket
All dappled with light.

Till the tickseed meadows
bloom golden and bright.

No, no, no!

The slack shack! We gotta call the cops.

And tell them what?

That somebody threw a party
out in the woods?

I was wrong. We need to leave.

What is it? Did you see a Ziploc
and think it was a jellyfish again?

Oh, my God! Talk about your lucky break!

Now the cops have to get involved.

This murder is just the thing we need to
catch the bastards who ruined my hole.

Our hole.

That's what I said.

Jesus, Snot. You see one dead body
and you're all, "Our hole."

Here, put this on.

Oh, no. I take the job of
emotional support very seriously.

I'm not wearing that
until I've earned it.

Suit yourself.

I just need you to get me
from the airport to the hotel.

I gulped up that
whole bag of the kids' contraband.

Gotta get a good baseline high

just to hit the ground running
with my Cabo crew.

Cabo crew?

Hell yeah!

The wildest group of guys
you've ever met.

One night we blacked out and woke up
on horses carrying a sack of gold teeth.

We made a pact right then, we'd come
back in a decade and do it all again.

Well, someone's clearly
feeling your party vibe already.

Once again, we'd like to invite
all seniors to pre-board at this time.

I'm looking at you, fishnet.

Well, this stings
right through the painkillers.

You kidding, bro?

It's a neg.

She's dogging you
so you'll be insecure enough to hook up.

Cool!

Would you like a wheelchair
waiting for you at the other end, sir?

Oh, brutal! She wants you bad.

These directions suck!

We hit a thicket, but I wouldn't call it
dappled with light.

Hi. We called about the body.

Yeah. Give us a second, kid.

Look at this place.

It's got...

- What's the word I'm looking for?
- Splendor.

Splendor! That's it. Yes!

Needs some cleaning, though.
But the potential is unreal.

Look, do you want to
see the body or not?

Oh, we've seen plenty.

This case is gonna be
harder to solve than we thought.

We're gonna have to
close this area off for months.

Maybe longer.

I heard it's supposed
to be an Indian summer.

We're gonna need backup out here.
Get everyone from the station.

Months? You're kidding, right?

Kidding? There's been a murder, kid.

- What, are you sick?
- Yeah. What, are you sick?

And bring some beach towels.

Oh, good.
Steve, how are you with a needle?

I caught the summer bug,
and cut all my pants into daisy dukes.

Turns out, it is not a flattering look
for my body type.

I actually want to talk to you
about a potential case.

What kind of case?
Upper, brief, of the Mondays?

Murder.

An old classic. Go on.

Someone got murdered
at my secret swimming hole,

but the police are
dragging their feet solving it

because they want the hole
for themselves. It's ridiculous.

Ridiculously smart. That's what I'd do.

The way I see it, there's only
one way this case gets solved.

I need Wheels and the Legman.

What do you say, partner?

- No way.
- What? Why?

You know we don't work
cases we're too close to.

I promise, I'm not too close.

Roger, a man's been murdered,
and no one seems to care.

- Do you?
- I don't know yet.

I usually only like the cases
where it turns out I did it,

and this is definitely
not one of those. That's strike one.

I'm also very worried
about your motives. Strike two.

Fortunately, there's no strike three,
and a murder sounds fun. Let's do it!

I know. Don't say anything.
They don't work.

Would've been
a cool thing for Legman, right?

Imagine me kicking ass in these.

I guess I could be talked into 'em.

Christ, Steve, say something.

Not that I don't appreciate
your dedication to character,

but I wouldn't judge you
if you wanted to

walk this part, hop back in at the hole?

We're here.

Oh, this place is gorgeous.

If it was mine and someone took it,
I'd want revenge bad.

That's not what this is about
for you, though.

No, it's not personal.

Now, come on,
let's nail down a timeline.

The night started over here,
with a feast of some sort.

Old Bay seasoning.
That's nice on a summer evening.

I'm allowed to touch stuff, right?

Then, the drinking started... There.

2020, great year.
Not sure how it was for wine, though.

And then things got ugly.

Good party. They did it right.

Are you done, Legman?

Whoa, Wheels, testy.

- Sorry.
- No, teste, up there.

Looks like a dude's ball.

A clue! Good eye, partner!

I got something else.

I'd know these tracks anywhere.

Someone had sex here.

Let me cross-reference
with the forensics database.

Damn, no hits. Out-of-towners.

Hey, what's this? A salt lick?

A salt lick. And there you have it.

The case of the dirt, sex,
salt lick closed. What's next?

A murder case?

Ooh, that sounds fun,
as long as you're not too close to it.

What are we doing at the docks, Legman?

In every crime show, murder
investigations have to go to the docks.

There are answers here,
and a guy unloading stuff has them.

Yeah, I know him. Real squirrelly.
Always looking over his shoulder.

Said she just got done with rehab, but
the tracks on her arm said different.

Guy still owes me 30 bucks.

You ever have
anyone owe you 30 bucks? Not fun.

This guy's open. Hey, you. There's
a swimming hole an hour from here.

Sounds nice.

It was nice, until a body
turned up at the bottom of it.

- Know anything?
- Not about that.

I do know about some murders that
happened at a farmhouse last spring.

See, I did them.

Ugh, this guy's a total dead end.
Let's go.

Wait, Legman, look.

That's no coincidence.

Here, take a break and get one of those

beers with a raw egg in it
you guys like.

Gee, thanks, mister!

Well, partner, what do you say
we bust this case wide open?

Weird fruits.

You take this one, Wheels.
You haven't had any good quips yet.

We don't have time for that.

We need to find out
where this shipment is going.

I guess the docks
weren't exactly fruitless, after all.

- This case is seedy, anyway you slice...
- Get in.

I found a delivery address.

What are you doing, Wheels?
You can't steal this truck.

Not with those little noodle legs.

Scooch over. We're in hot pur-fruit.

- Just drive.
- That was funny, Wheels.

You're sure you're not
too close to this case?

I just want justice.

- Juice-tice.
- Not terrible.

So you can't meet in Mexico
because of your grandkids?

No, I get it.

You've got responsibilities.

Me? I'm not going down there, either.

Okay. Take care.

Well, that's the whole crew.
They all bailed.

Klaus, am I a fool for coming here?

What? Screw those guys.
They broke a pact.

Bro, come here.

You know what I see in there?

A big idiot.

No. Balls.

Those cowards got scared

and gave away the most
important thing they had, their freedom.

We're lucky
they aren't here to hold us back.

They would have tried to drag us
to a shell museum or something.

Yeah. Maybe.

But guys like us
don't need shells, do we?

- Shells slow you down.
- Right.

We need to be out there, and free.

Yeah! I'm not some snail!

If anything, the opposite.

I'm a...

A slug.

A slug!

I'm a brave slug!

Not yet. Soon.

- Something doesn't add up.
- Couldn't agree more.

The Asian pears here are 90 cents
a pound, and the size of my head.

Who's crunching their numbers?

That's the last of it, then?

Will you boys take some coffee
for the road?

Yeah.

- I gotta hit the head.
- I better join him.

I like to watch him
fumble with his ding-a-ling.

Help me get this rug up.

Bingo.

They're making that fruit into drugs.

I think we're in
over our heads here, partner.

Wait. That package has an address.

Hey, a guy!

Got it! 2113 Franklin! Go! Go!

You forgot your coffees.

Ew, nasty place.

But we got the drop spot.
Feels like a good time to call the cops

and clue 'em into
the drug ring we just uncovered.

I'm going in. Are you coming?

Look at that.

They dose by licking it.
Almost like a...

Salt lick.

- Wheels, it's...
- The symbol.

He's part of it.

Okay, you're also
interrupting me a lot lately.

- You piece of shit!
- Wheels.

- Tell me everything!
- The door locked somehow.

Who was there?

I'm really starting to worry
you're too close to this one.

Steve?

The tattoo is for a secret society.

They run drugs to fund their rituals.

But they've gone underground

now that the cops are crawling all over
their ceremonial site, the old hole.

Okay. All good intel.

Noticed you still have a few teeth
stuck in your knuckles there.

You still want to
turn this over to the police? Fine.

They can take it from here.

- You mean it?
- Yep.

Someone will probably even
make detective off this case,

with all this low-hanging fruit.

There's my Wheels!

Then I gotta put my face
in a mattress for a few hours.

All my thoughts are shattered glass.

What a cool thing to say.

I'm a little afraid of you now,
but the new vernacular is dynamite.

Carrying you wasn't
the right choice, either.

Worse, actually, in a lot of ways.

Wake up. It's your lucky day.

Oh, my God. It wasn't a stabbing at all.

A goddamn deer did it.
I mean, right?

I never actually saw the body.
That's what we're gasping about, right?

Well, we can't thank you enough
for all of this.

I guess there's only
one thing left to do now.

Close the books!

It's always easier when animals do it.

No messy motive. No trial.
Just Nature running her course.

That's it? But the drug ring?
The secret society?

Officially, none of our beeswax.

I'm not even sure this stuff's illegal.

Mahalo, you two.

Well, we solved our first murder.

It's not fair!

They were supposed to
hurt the people who hurt me!

What? So this was never
about the murder for you?

I feel completely blindsided here.

We did everything for the police,

and they're still not going to
punish these scumbags!

Oh, I don't expect you to understand

because you've never had
something as pure as my hole,

and then to have to see it
defiled by strangers.

I can't just turn my back

while a group of thugs comes into
my hole and violates it.

I'm finding your word choice
is making it difficult to focus.

You lied to me! We were partners!

- "Were"?
- I'm sorry.

Legman is walking out on this team.

Right after I get you back
down the hill,

and the car ride home, and maybe
a celebratory dinner somewhere nice.

After that, we're done.

Hi, Uncle Roger. Is Steve around?

He's not answering my calls.

I'm not surprised. He had a bad breakup.

I heard the other guy's fine, though.

Steve!

Guess he's not here,
because he usually responds to that.

Well, come in already. Let's find him.

Son of a bitch. He's still working it.

There's a chat log here.

Something called "The Secret Order
of the Summer Buck."

What is all this?

I don't have time to explain it to you.

I think Steve infiltrated
the secret society

that threw a party at your
swimming hole, to exact revenge.

Actually, that's basically it.

This says the police are gone
and the ritual is back on.

Oh, my God,
Steve is going to the ritual!

We've got to save him.

Actually, you hang back.

I'm feeling a bit of
a Snot overdose happening.

Oh, that will happen.

Did you forget your robes, brother?

Is that a problem?

You know what I do? I keep
an extra set in my car, just in case.

And you know how many times
I've been in your position? Zero.

Oh, one more thing. Our virgin
fell through for the evening,

so looks like no sacrifice tonight.

There's still plenty of Albertson's
pumpkin pies, though. So, enjoy.

Get away from him.
He can't lick your drugs.

He lost his tongue
in a motorcycle accident.

Wheels, before you say anything,
I want to tell you I'm sorry.

Partners don't bail on each other.

How did you know
about my motorcycle accident?

Damn!

You've got to be kidding me.

Steve, are you here?
These freaks kill virgins.

Virgins like you!

- What are you doing?
- Steve. I'm rescuing you.

Seems we found a virgin, after all.

Quick, Steve, have sex with someone.

No! When it happens,
I want it to be special.

One water for every drink
so we all stay hydrated.

It does make you urinate a lot more,
but frankly, I see that as a positive.

Anyway, what do your dads do?

Excuse us for a second.

What was that?

I don't know. I couldn't stop myself.

The crew was right.
I've aged out of this scene.

Stop it!
You haven't aged out of anything.

You've graduated into
the most important party role of all.

- I have?
- The party elder.

Every rave, music festival and
spring break has one thing in common.

That lone older guy
who looks like he's seen it all.

It's his job to act as a party guide
to the next generation.

That's you now.

The party elder.

Look at those pupils.

You're rolling hard, and you just walked
into a room full of mirrors like a fool.

Get back out there.
And stay away from your own reflection!

He gave me money.

My wisdom is my currency.

I am the party elder!

You earned this, Klaus.

It feels a little weird sacrificing
a handicapped person, doesn't it?

Ugh, it's "differently abled," Peter,

and we have to treat him
exactly like everyone else.

What if he's faking it?

Oh, my God. That is the main thing
you're not allowed to say.

The man in the lake was murdered.

He was a human sacrifice.

I know that now.

Just haven't figured out
how the deer fits in.

It is time. Bring forth the vessel.

God of the summer service,

accept our humble
offering of virgin blood.

And if you're up for it,
kill this other guy, too.

Don't worry, I've got a plan.

Wait! He was pretending?

Go, Steve!

Steve, I need to apologize.

I'm the one who should be apologizing.

My thirst for revenge
nearly killed us both.

But your hole, the thing you love
the most in the world recently...

It never really was mine.

I realized the order
didn't even know they stole it from me,

just like I didn't know I stole it
from that beaver, the fish I caught,

the bird eggs I pulled from nests
and threw at a big rock.

I can't take things so personally.

You're a good person, Steve.
And a good partner.

You still want to be partners?

I do.

To the hospital, deer.

So, now I guess even
the Forest Service can't get to the hole

because of all the murderous animals.

But I'm at peace.

I realized there are more important
things in life than my own spot

or some silly revenge
against the people who took it from me.

I don't know.

It sounds like a lot of those people
are dead now because of you.

Yeah, I'm not going to overthink it.

This place isn't bad, though, right?

Hey, you can't be here.

All right, all right.

Come on, Snot, help me get Steve out.

The physical therapist said I might
be out of this thing by Christmas.

Serves him right,
pretending to be disabled like that.