All language subtitles for Mr Belvedere s06e18 Bad Marsha

Hey, come on, Marsh. It's after
midnight. You gotta get some sleep.

I can't.

I guess I'm worried about going to
prison tomorrow.

It's not like they're locking you up. I
know.

It's just that this is all so new.

I mean, up till now, all of my legal
work has been wills and divorces and

defending Wesley from the neighbors.

Who is this jailbird, anyway?

Sharon Witt. I've never met her. But
she's been convicted of armed robbery,

grand theft, and felonious assault.

Oh. I think I voted for her. Oh, George.

Come in.

Oh, Mrs. Owens, I heard you pacing for
several hours.

May I bring you some hot milk?

Oh, no, thank you. I can get my own hot
milk.

Then may I get you a cookbook?

Good night.

Good night, Mrs. Owens.

Hey, come on, Marsh. You're not going to
do anyone any good if you're dead on

your feet.

Yeah, I guess you're right, George.

Sweetie Pie?

You sleepy?

Marsh?

You're the third lawyer they assigned to
this wacko. But maybe you'll stick.

I got a feeling she's gonna like you.

What do you mean?

Oh, you'll see.

That's true.

I know how to reason with these broads.

Hello. I'm Marsha Owens, your court
-appointed attorney.

Yeah?

Never met a boy who cared when he
dropped his jacket.

And if he came through the door, no one
bled. But sometimes things get turned

around and no one sped.

All hands look out below.

There's a change in the status quo.

We just might live a good life, yeah.

Oh, the judge says ten years.

Hey, what are you gawking at?

I just can't get over how much we look
alike.

Well, we ain't exactly the same. I bet
you ain't got the queen of hell tattooed

on your butt.

Can we get on with your statement?

When I think about all the things I've
been missing, it just makes me want to

cry.

I'm going to get you out of here,
Sharon.

Yeah. I got a feeling you just might.

Smoke? No, thanks.

Oops. Oh,

I'll get him.

Ooh. Okay, you dames can bunk with
Sleeping Beauty.

Hey, Whit, you got company.

Am I glad you're back.

Something terrible has happened.

Tell me about it. The latrine backed up
in cell block D.

Meet your new roommate.

No, no, you don't understand. I'm not
Sharon Whit. I'm Marsha Owen.

And I'm Sigourney Weaver.

No, Sharon hit me. She knocked me out.
and she stole everything.

Even my suede boots.

Nice try, Whit.

No, I'm telling you, I don't belong
here.

Oh, no, no, no, I wouldn't try to con
you. I'm a lawyer. Oh,

yeah, Vic, man, this is the

perfect setup.

Yeah, yeah, I'm gonna hang out till I
find out where these rubes keep their

and the... Well, of course I can make
them trust me.

I gotta go. Someone's coming. Yeah, bye.

Oh, thanks.

Here's some of the tools I'm gonna need.

by your usual name.

I like Kevin.

Kevin it is, Kevin.

Yeah, well, listen, Dad's gonna be home
any minute, so just tell him I'm

upstairs.

big sweater, whoever he is.

Oh, and that must be the husband.

Yuck.

Here is your mail, Mrs. Owens. Oh, thank
you, sport.

Are you feeling all right, Mrs. Owens?
You seem a little distracted.

Misplace my jewelry box.

Mrs. Owens, you know I steer clear of
your personals.

I'm sure that your jewelry is safe and
sound.

Swell.

Hey, Mom. Hey, Mr. Belvedere. Wesley,
you're an hour late.

I had detention.

Yeah?

I mean, shame, shame.

Uh, Mr.

Belvedere, I would like to be alone with
Wesley.

You're a brave soul.

I'm sorry, Mom.

Oh, I'm sure you had a reason. Here, buy
yourself a beer.

Gee, Mom, this isn't like you.

Well, I want you and me to be pals.

But you're my mother.

And a proud mother I am to have such a
clever little tyke.

I'm going to stomp you into sludge.

Gotcha. It's three packs of cigarettes
you owe me, sister.

The hell I do.

You moved your elbow.

You want to make something out of it?

I got a better idea.

Let's play blackjack.

No way.

Gambling is illegal.

What are they going to do, kick us out
of here?

How about you, Blondie? Up for a game?

No, thanks.

Ah, come on. Look, no weapons.

What about her?

Old Lady Haverford? Nah.

She don't associate with us common
criminals.

That's Doris Haverford, the restaurant
heiress who chopped her husband up into

little bits and scattered him in the
park?

I thought they dropped the murder
charges.

Yeah, but they got her for littering.

Well, gee, she's famous.

Hey, I'm kind of famous myself.

Yeah? Oh, sure.

I spent most of my career serving...
major government officials.

Yeah, at an hourly rate.

I see.

And, Grandma, what are you in for?

Five to ten.

This cop was manhandling me, and I
slapped him in the face.

And they gave you five to ten for that?

Well, she was setting fire to a factory
at the time.

Okay, you weren't home. Exercise period.

You know, this is outrageous.

You're holding an innocent woman
while...

Brought you some flowers.

Well, thank you, my husband.

I'll go put them in water. Oh, no, here.

Let Belvedere do that.

When's the last time I brought you
flowers?

Knowing you, George, after you attended
your last funeral.

George!

Yeah?

Come here, baby.

Well, I got reservations for
McSworley's.

Gourmet dinner, slow dancing.

Oh, no.

My knees hurt.

I love it when you play hard to get.

I am Marsha Owens. Why won't you believe
me?

Get off it. Anyone who returns kickoffs
like you ain't no sissy housewife.

I am a lawyer, and I also happen to jog
a lot.

Boy, what a game. We really mold them.

Reminds me when I was with the Falcons.
Yeah.

some prison gang no the atlanta falcons
i was their place kicker

they let a woman play nope well then how
could you i mean unless you

were you got it you were a man you want
to see my scars

Just be back before the bars close.

Morning, Mark.

How's your headache?

Well, gotta go.

Mom, the garage is that way.

Well, I'm gonna let Walter.

Wesley, I gotta get some things from my
room.

Toodle -oo.

Am I crazy or is your mom acting a
little strange?

Yes, on both counts.

She's a pod person.

Maybe some alien snatched her body and
replaced her with a replica.

Too bad. They got the wrong Owens.

Yeah, yeah, Vic. I found all the
passbooks and the keys, but the bank

me make any withdrawals unless it's co
-signed by George Owens.

Yeah, I don't know. Maybe I'll just hang
out one more night. Maybe I can sweet

-talk him into something.

Eh? Oh, I'm sorry. I must have the wrong
number.

You've been getting a lot of things
wrong lately.

I'm just so overworked.

Mr. Belvedere, can I ask you a question?

Go ahead, make my day.

I've been thinking about buying one of
those new big screen TVs, but I have to

coax the money out of George. Now, what
do you think is the best way to soften

him up?

With a rubber mallet.

Mrs. Owens, you've known him longer than
I.

Yeah, yeah.

But just for argument's sake, if you
were me, what would you do?

Well, I suppose I would cook him a
lavish gourmet dinner.

Then hit him up for the money right
afterwards.

Great idea!

I'll get right on it.

I'll start screaming. That'll bring the
guard up here to see what's wrong. I'll

jump her and snap her neck like a twig.

That'll bring us up to the cell block,
guard. I'll jump her and snap her neck.

Like a twig.

Next, we'll go down to the main gate
where there's two guards. Take one on

arm and snap their necks like twigs.

Ladies, I don't know if this is a good
idea. I mean, someone could get hurt.

Like an innocent bystander?

You know, you two have a very bad
attitude.

Listen, Goldilocks.

This is prison.

There's gangs and screws and crummy food
and endless work details.

And there's nothing but drudgery and
squalor and desperation as hour after

day after day, week after week, slowly
they squeeze the soul out of you.

My, aren't you a gloomy Gus.

What you need is a...

and no one gets hurt.

What do you want?

I want to be set free. I want her to
sing.

Oh. Well, any special requests?

Yeah. Sing Do, Re, Mi.

But one false note, and Murphy's
history.

Sing, lady, sing.

Do, a dear...

I feel so uncomfortable sitting here
letting you serve me.

Relax. I'll eat when you're done. Now,
who wants more?

I'll have another piece.

Would you like me to heat it up for you?

Sure.

Boy, Mom sure is friendly.

How about this meal she cooked?

Beef wellington?

Truffles?

Stuffed wild goose?

This is the most... most magnificent
meal I have ever eaten.

That woman is not your mother.

So, how are we doing?

Oh, just fine, fine. Oh, Mrs.

Owens, I finished.

Why don't you sit here and have your
meal, and I'll warm it up for you. You

talked me into it, Jeeves.

Yes, well, let's clear the...

How'd you like my goose?

I'm done.

Hey, come on, I'm her husband.

Don't you think I'd recognize her if she
were a fake?

Well, I would.

Time to take a hike.

Okay, so for once in her life, she
cooked a good meal.

What other evidence do we have she's not
your mother?

She paid me for getting detention.

She taught me how to rob and... armored
truck.

She pinched me on the tush.

She kissed me on the mouth.

Finally, safe and sound.

Well, whoever she is, she's out of her
mind.

There she is.

Oh, George.

Freeze, lady. You got some explaining to
do.

What's going on?

All right, who are you and what have you
done with my mother?

Kevin, I am your mother. Don't touch me,
you tramp.

You should never have cooked us a
gourmet dinner.

But I didn't cook any... She must have
come here.

Who?

Sharon Witt, my client. She looks just
like me. She knocked me out. She stole

all my things and she must have used my
keys to come in here.

You expect us to believe that?

It's impossible.

Not really.

There are five billion people in this
world.

It's quite possible that... one of us
has a double somewhere.

Right. And mine just happens to be a
psychopath.

You know what I think?

I think you're the psychopath.

Yeah. You're not our mom.

You're not my wife.

Your first venture as a criminal lawyer.

We got you something to commemorate it.

An attache case.

You deserve it, Marsh.

It's lovely, but where did it get that
dent?

Nothing too unusual to report today,
other than a very odd dream Mrs. Owens

that left her a bit rattled.

The idea of a person having a double is
most intriguing.

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