All language subtitles for Men at Work s03e06 Hi Jude.eng

Good morning.

Morning.

What time's your shoot?

Pardon?

Your modeling shoot.

I like the fake glasses
and the newspaper.

I rocked that look for a while.

The glasses are real.

They allow me to spot jackasses
before they get too close.

Yeah. Men are the worst.
Am I right?

Hey, uh, listen,
my name's Tyler.

And I don't want anything
from you other than a smile.

And that's more like
you're just ignoring me.

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How goes the apartment search?

It is brutal out there.

Unless you're in the market
for a fourth-floor walk-up

that is Cambodian-transvestite-
prostitute-adjacent.

Well, at least you still got
Amy's place, you know?

You can take your time and
find the perfect bachelor pad.

When I was a kid,

the term "bachelor,"
it seemed so cool and adult.

And now it just sounds
sort of depressing, you know?

Yeah, I wasn't really looking

to get into a conversation
about this.

- Yo.
- Hey, Gibbs.

What'd you say to me?

[Chuckles] Grumpy Gibbs!
Where'd you come from?

From not getting enough sleep
for the last two nights.

I've been hearing
strange noises,

and I swear some of my furniture
is being moved around.

I know this might sound crazy,

but I think
my place is haunted.

Gibbs, you think
everything is haunted.

Remember when he thought there
was a poltergeist in his car,

and it just turned out to be
some loose M&M's

rattling around
the glove compartment?

But who put them there?

Gibbs, no offense
to your Caribbean grandfather,

but just because he told you
some old wives' tales

about a winnebago...

Wendigo!

[Spits, stomps foot]

Good morning, gentlefriends.

Milo?
What are you doing?

Just working for the man.

No, you're not.

You quit, remember?

Oh, that.

Come on. You guys didn't really
think I meant that, did you?

And I have never meant anything
more in my entire life!

I was just
blowing off a little steam.

Everybody knew
I was coming back on Monday.

And if I try to walk
through those doors on Monday,

so help me God...

Don't you dare let me back in.

Okay, I'll admit I may not have

thought things through
completely.

Did you guys know
you can't collect unemployment

if you quit?

- Yes. - Yes.
- Yes.

And no one thought to give me
that heads-up on Friday?

Uhhh...

Now, Milo,
you understand, if you quit,

you can't go on unemployment.

Blah, blah, blah, blah,
blah, blah, blah! Company man!

[Muttering]

In my defense...

I got nothing.

I already miss this place.

I miss the gumball machine.

I miss my desk.

I miss my lucky writing chair.

What about us?

You're in the mix.

We should probably go.

- Yeah.
- Probably.

Yeah, you guys
got to get back to work?

No.

You're just kind of
bumming us out.

Staff meeting,
bullpen... now.

- Milo.
- Myron!

What are you doing here?

Well, I know I said some things
on Friday, but...

I've given it some thought,
and you'll be happy to know

I've decided
to take my job back.

Hmm.
That's wonderful.

Really? 'Cause you don't seem
too excited.

Oh, I am.

In fact, your little speech
has generated

an estimated 1.21 gigawatts
of "I don't give a shit."

Pardon?

It's too late, Milo.
You've already been replaced.

Everybody, I'd like you
to meet our new feature writer,

Jude Cavanaugh.

How you doing?

Hey, I know her.
She's a model.

Jude was most recently
on staff at the Atlantic,

she's won too many
journalism awards to mention.

And I'm not even sure
how we managed to land her.

How did we?

Well, I thought writing
about models and scotch

would be a nice change of pace

after covering famine
and terrorist attacks.

Isn't she adorable?

Anyway, Jude's here to, uh,
give us a woman's perspective,

write about female problems.

[Chuckling] Well, not those
kind of female problems.

[Laughs]

Unless that's your thing.
I don't want to censor you.

Wait... you're not here
for a photo shoot?

You're a writer?
How old are you?

Isn't "Jude" a man's name?

Just let him keep going.
He'll tire himself out.

Wait...
You two know each other?

Uh, yeah.

He and his cologne introduced
themselves to me in the lobby.

Well, the joke's on you,

because it's just
a scented body wash.

Besides, I'm not the one walking
around with a fake newspaper.

I was reading
the Wall Street Journal.

Uh-huh,
through your "glasses"?

Do you have any idea
what they're talking about?

Are you asleep?

Poltergeist!

Anyway, uh,
this will be your desk.

Wait... you're giving her
Milo's desk?

Who's Milo?

"Who's Milo?"
[Scoffs]

You got a lot to learn
around here, lady.

Milo's the guy who quit
to go write his "novel."

But I wouldn't hold your breath

waiting for it to hit
the "best seller list."

[Chuckles]

Because you'd die.

[Laughs]

Aah!

Is that what you think, Myron?

Let me tell you something.

I may have just had
a moment of weakness in there,

but I have total confidence
in my ability as a writer,

as an artist,

and as a man who can make
a clean break from his past.

Uh, are you trying
to steal your desk chair?

Does anybody
really own a chair?

Yeah, and we own that one.

Fine.

Well, you can keep it.

And you know
what else you can keep?

My ass, after you kiss it.

And then you can return it,

because that's something
that you don't own.

And then, I'll have it back,
and you'll have kissed it!

So ha ha!

Now, legally,
I can't ask if you're single

or tell you that I am.

So I won't do
either of those things.

Glad to hear it,

because I wrote the piece
on workplace harassment

that led to the resignation
of three congressmen.

Man.

That kind of moxie
is a real turn-on for me.

Okay, Nancy Drew,
hit me with the hard stuff.

Okay, well, recently
the World Health Organization...

No. Next.

The NSA is tracking
over a billion cellphones...

[Imitates telephone ringing]

What's that?
The whole country's bored?

Me too!

[Receiver slams]

Okay.

So, how about this...

- The top 10...
- Good start.

- Female...
- Interested.

Appellate court judges.

Being naughty on spring break.

No.

Aw! So close!

Hey, boss, settle a bet.

Is Jessica Rabbit Mexican?

Uh, Tyler, perfect timing.

I was just trying
to explain to Jude

that Full Steam's readers
aren't actually readers.

You know, they're more of,
uh, glancers, gawkers.

M-Myron, you hired me because
you liked my body of work.

So, what... I'm just
supposed to be writing

for the construction workers
who hit on me

when I walk to work?

Hey!
There's a story.

"Street hollas."

[Chuckles] I'm sorry?

That's when a guy
tries to hit on, or "holla,"

at a woman on the street.

I love this idea.

Wait... so I'm just
supposed to...

Now, go have fun with it,
you know?

Consult your boyfriend,
if you have a boyfriend.

And call me
if you have any questions.

I'll be single.

I mean, I'll be around.

Okay, here's my concept.
Try to stay with me.

You're Apolo Ohno,

the most decorated
U.S. winter olympian in history.

You're just describing
who I am.

Let's just agree to disagree.

Now, the rest of the concept,
I call "Heidi."

Who's that?

Heidi.

Why is she in a bikini?

Well, she can't be naked.

It's a mainstream magazine,
you speed demon.

This isn't what I was thinking.

How about this...
I'm a role model,

and I promote
healthy, active lifestyles

as a subway famous fan.

Relax.
They're not here.

They're everywhere.

Eat fresh!

Heidi, take five.

Thank you.

Uh, listen, Apolo,

I'm trying to capture
the excitement

of an elite competitor.

But without Heidi,

it's a just a picture
of a guy with a soul patch

and freakishly large thighs.

I'm sorry, man.

I-I-I haven't been
sleeping well, and...

You want some advice
from my coach,

who used to help me
when I was struggling?

I'd love that.

Just shut up
and take the picture.

Hey.

Whatcha doing?
Working on your article?

Actually,
I'm working on your article.

Thanks for that.

Okay, I'm reading
your body language,

and I'm listening
to your mouth language,

and I'm sensing
you're mad at me.

Why would I possibly
be mad at you?

Because you stuck me with a
hard-hitting piece about whistling?

Okay, look,
I got you into this,

so how about I help you
write the article?

Tyler, you are
a very good-looking guy.

Thank you!

I'm not finished.

As a journalist,
I've learned to read people.

Again, thank you.

Are you really that shallow?

You think I'm shallow?

I think you've skated by
on your looks,

never really had to try.

What?! I try.

Name one thing
you've worked really hard for.

[Scoffs]

Sophomore-year Lacrosse.

You think they just put me
on the varsity team

because I'm pretty

and my grandma
donated the stadium?

How much did you actually play?

I started every game my grandma
was healthy enough to attend.

Milo: 3:32 P.M.

Beginning an oral record
of the creation of my novel.

At the risk
of sounding presumptuous,

I hope this holds some...

historical value
for future generations

and also serve as vindication
to those who have mocked me.

But first... a snack.

4:52 P.M.

Having spent the last hour
digesting the eggs,

I am now ready to return
to the creative state.

But first... a drink.

4:45.

Slim pickings on the tea front.

I'm going for the rum.

It worked for Hemingway.

[Breathes deeply]

Time of day unclear.

Note to future generations...

Eggs and rum... bad combo.

Hey, Jude?

[Chuckles]

Mm. Wow.

You are the first person
to ever make that joke.

I was just gonna ask
if I could turn on some music.

I suppose.

[Slow jazz music plays]

You like jazz?

It helps me get real.

Then maybe
you should turn it up.

[Music stops]

Okay, now,
where did I put my notes?

Oh. Maybe they're under
one of these New Yorkers.

They really pile up
when you subscribe.

Hey, I actually have a story
in that one...

A profile on Percival Everett.

The point guard for the Knicks?

The author.

Oh, Percival.

Yeah, I mean, I've probably
fallen behind a little bit,

what with my many hobbies.

I play on weekends with
an idiot savant in New Jersey.

Hey.

What are you guys
doing here so late?

Well, I'm working on a piece,

and Tyler is pretending
he's an intellectual

because earlier,
I called him shallow.

Nuh-unh!

What are you doing here?

Oh, I've come to steal
the last parts of my chair.

What do you mean "last parts"?

[Metal clatters]

Thank you. That should
save me some time.

Could have warned me
you were dismantling your chair.

So you admit...
It's mine.

Look, I don't know
if you hate me

because you think
I stole your job,

but for the record, what
you're doing is really brave.

- It is?
- It is?

Yeah, everybody says
they want to write

the great American novel,
but nobody ever does.

Well, some of them do.

There's a lot of books
in the library. I'm just saying.

Well... thank you.
I really appreciate that.

You had the guts to put your
money where your mouth is.

You know who does that?
A person with depth.

Damn it, Milo.

You can't just come
moping through here

like some unkempt,
artistic loser.

I can't compete with that.

That one was just for fun.

[Clanking]

[Clanking]

[Shakily] Who's there?

[Clears throat]

[Deep voice] Who's there?

Give me strength, pop pop.

Ahhhhhhh!

Aaaaah!

Oh, my God.

I killed Gibbs!

Hey.
How's the book coming?

It's going pretty good.

Ever since
I spoke to Jude earlier,

I feel like maybe
I can do this, you know?

It's like a real writer
thinks I'm a real writer.

Right. Well,
what are you gonna do?

Am I shallow?

Of course you are.

No, I don't want to be.

Oh. Because of
something that Jude said?

Yeah, man.

I mean, she's got

this smart and funny
and kinda scary thing going on.

Like Anderson Cooper.

Oh, wow.
So you're really into her?

Well, no, but that's the thing.
It's not even sexual.

I just want her respect.

So, just lay it on me...
Am I shallow?

[Breathes deeply]

Okay, how about this?

Take this apple.

I'm confused.

I haven't explained it yet.

Now, this apple listens to NPR,

goes to the opera,
and reads the New Yorker.

What a dick.

Now, these bananas
don't do any of those things.

They watch pro wrestling

and put ketchup
on their spaghetti.

[Chuckles] Bananas.

And this orange?

This orange is you.

I got to be honest with you...
I'm not a big citrus guy.

I'm trying to explain to you

that you're not as deep
as the apple,

but you're a lot deeper
than the bananas.

So... on a shallow scale,
I'm like a solid "c"?

Maybe even a c-plus.

Sweet.

Thanks, Milo.
I feel better.

Idea for chapter...

Wise intellectual
helps a simpleton

understand
the world around him.

What the hell are you doing
in my apartment?

Same as you...
Trying to go to bed.

Well, that makes perfect sense,

except you're in my apartment!

I haven't been able
to sleep in my apartment

since my breakup.

And remember
when you went out of town

and left me your keys
so I could water your plants?

Well, I fell asleep on your
couch, and I slept very well.

So I've snuck back in
every night since then

and left in the morning
before you woke up.

Glad that's behind us.

So, you've been
sneaking in here every night

- and sleeping here without
my knowledge? - Pretty much.

And I'm the weird one
for believing in ghosts?

[Sighs] Gibbs, I'm sorry.

I was just too embarrassed
to ask you if I could stay.

Neal, man up, go home,
and face your fears.

I'll cook you breakfast
in the morning.

Come on.
You can do this.

Fine.

And, hey,
I'm sorry I made you think

your place was really haunted.

And that there was some evil,
dangerous, flesh-eating spirit

waiting to attack you
as soon as you close your eyes.

Oh, look...
It's a full moon.

Well, good night.

Wait.

I take my eggs over easy.

Gibbs!
What happened?

Ugh.
Walked into a door.

Oh, really?

Is that what they're calling
Neal's fist these days?

We agreed
we weren't telling anyone.

That's true.

But I did.

I mean, I'd never
won a fight before.

It wasn't a fight!

Not much of one.

Milo, what are you
even doing here?

Are you kidding?
I wouldn't miss this.

Dude, don't be embarrassed.

Yeah, I-it could happen
to anybody.

With a glass jaw.

Ha ha ha.

You're gonna be sorry.

Maybe not today,
maybe not tomorrow,

but... probably today.

Hey, hey!

Be careful out there!
Don't talk to strangers!

Yeah, keep your wallet
in your bra!

[Laughs]

Jude, got your latest draft
of this "Street hollas" piece.

And I got to say,

it is sophisticated,
insightful, and complex.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

[Grunts]

- Now start over.
- Pardon?

Listen, you have to adapt
to the Full Steam way

if this is gonna work out.

H-have you even
read our magazine, woman?!

Well, yeah, I-I...

- Myron, it's my fault.
- What?

I was helping her
write the article,

and I guess I got all thinky.

Helping and thinking?

Well, that doesn't
sound like you.

It won't happen again.

See that it doesn't.

Now Jude has to do this
all over again,

preventing her from going home

to any potential mate
she may or may not have.

For God's sake, I'm single.

That's none of my business!

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Go ahead. You've earned
your "I told you so."

Hey, it's all just
apples and oranges and bananas.

You know what I mean?

I do not.

Look, you worked
at serious magazines.

I get that.

But writing for Full Steam
is a very specific style.

You got to grab the reader fast
and then hold on to them.

It's not easy.

Okay.

So, help me?

All right.
[Clears throat]

Let's see.

Okay, first of all,
"lugubrious"... great word.

Don't ever use it again.

Just say "sad."

Actually, better yet,
just say "happy."

Or how about "Ferrari,
boobs, playstation"?

Now you're getting it.

[Chuckling] Okay.

Look, I'm sorry
I called you shallow.

And what about my hair?

I didn't say anything
about your hair.

Exactly.

Did you hear
I, uh... beat up a guy?

Get out.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Knocked him out.

[Chuckling] Wow!

Yeah, one punch.

I felt like
"Iron" Michael Tyson.

Tell me what happened.

Okay, so, there I was,
minding my own business,

and this dude
comes up out of nowhere.

Were you scared?

No time to be scared.
It was just instinct.

Ahhhhhh!

Aaah!

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