All language subtitles for Dream On (1990) S06E19.en

Well, I certainly don't know
what was wrong with
the apartment on Fifth Avenue.

It was good enough
for Harry Reasoner.

Well, it had some very nice
features, but it was just...

- Too rich for me.
- ...too drafty.

Plus, it was a little expensive.

Right,
which wouldn't be a problem
if it weren't so drafty.

I see, well, while we're waiting
for my blood blisters to clot,

maybe we ought to
just review your needs.

You want three bedrooms,

a view, a fireplace,

a formal dining room,
and something not too drafty.

And we need space
for the baby's darkroom.

- Yeah.
- I have the perfect
place for you.

- Well, great.
- Where is it?

You're already living there.

Martin, if you just do us all
a favor, you move in with her,

and then we all get on
with our lives, shall we?

No, no, no.
That-- that's not an option.

You see, I lived there
with my late husband,

Richard Stone, and, uh, I--

I see, I see.
He's the problem, right?

It's an insecurity thing.

Like in Rebecca,

unable to live up to the memory
of husband number one.

You want
to make something out of it?

Excuse me,
but I was husband number one,

he was number two,
and I am not insecure, it's--

it's just we--
we haven't discussed it yet.

And it's really
not worth discussing.

I see, okay, well,

then let's review
our options here.

You could move to Teaneck.

The commute
is only an hour and a half,

and it's far less drafty
than Fifth Avenue,

or he could stand up
to the plate, and be a real man.

Hey, I have
no problem living there.

In-- in fact,
I think we should live there.

Very good, then you
won't be needing me anymore.

Wait, could-- could you just
excuse us just for a minute?

Martin,
don't let her pressure you.

It's perfectly normal
to feel uncomfortable about--

I am not uncomfortable, okay?
It makes perfect sense.

You and Jeremy
and the baby are happy there,
and you know me, I'm--

- A real man.
- I'm happy anywhere.

So if it's
not a problem for you,
then it's not a problem for me.

Well, it's not a problem for me.

Then it's not a problem.

Thank you very much
for all your help,

but we're gonna be living
at Judith's, and I hope
you don't expect a finder's fee.

Of course not,
and if you change your mind,

please remember
to call Metropolitan Realty.

But you're with
Tri-state Realty.

Exactly.

Martin, you're gonna hurt
yourself. Are you sure you
don't want me to call the mover?

- No, no, no, this is...
- Killing me.

...good exercise,
besides, movers just
end up breaking everything.

Like that, for instance.

Oh, it-- it's okay,
it was dying, eventually.

There is something in my way.

- There is something in my way.
- What the hell is that?

There is something in my way.

Come on, relax,
that's the Autovac.

- It's part of the apartment's
new automated computer system.
- Huh?

Richard invented it
to kill time between his races

on the Grand Prix Circuit.

- Is that so?
- Mm-hmm.

Some people
from his cyber-- Something lab

installed it last week.

You see, the electric guide
senses the spill,

and sends
the Autovac over to clean it up.

- Mm.
- It's amazing, isn't it?

- Mm, yeah.
- Yeah.

There is something in my way.

Yeah, I think I saw
one of those at Radio Shack.

Hey, can you open up?

My hands are full.

This is the last time
I help you move, man.

Oh, you can
put that down anywhere.

And, uh, there you go.

- Thank you.
- Thanks a lot.

Oh, Dear.
Little Richard's cranky again.

It must be all this late night
rehearsals with the Bolshoi.

He's dancing with the Bolshoi?

Oh, Eddie, don't be silly.
He's only a baby.

No, they're doing his ballet.

Hey, Martin,
before Habib gets back

with the rest of the boxes,

are you sure
you really want to live here?

I mean, do you really think

you can do it
in Richard Stone's bed?

It's my duty
to inform you that you're
treading on sacred ground.

A bed is a bed, Eddie.

Good, good, good.

- So then can Nicole
and I use it sometime?
- What?

She had this fantasy
about Richard Stone
ever since his workout video.

No, no, no, no, there is
no way you can do it in his bed.

Hey, I can do it in any bed.

I can do it
in Warren Beatty's bed.

I can do it
in Wilt Chamberlain's bed.

I can do it
in Richard Stone's bed.

Look, Eddie,
just forget it, okay?

And it's not
Richard Stone's bed anymore.

It's my bed now, okay?

- Hey! Hey!
- What's that?

- Hey!
- What's the matter?

The-- the window
slammed shut all by itself.

Oh, well, the computer
has an internal barometer.

Probably a storm coming.

If you stay up here
where I can keep an eye on you,
we'll get along just fine.

Jude, look at this.

Mayday, Mayday,

we're the Titanic,
and we have struck an iceberg.

Hey, Martin, look at this.

I figured
while Jeremy's away this week,

we can make
all the noise we want.

Oh, God, Jude, you--
you look hot.

Really?

Very, very hot.

Oh, oh, God,
I'm fucking freezing.

What's with the air conditioner?

I guess the thermostat
must be on voice command.

Maybe the computer
thinks I'm hot.

Cold! Cold, cold, goddammit.

Here, get under
the electric blanket.

- It's not on.
- My side is, just slide over.

So, we'll have to
postpone the honeymoon.

Sorry about the automatic
toothpaste dispenser.

It's never done that before.

No, no, no, that's okay.

At least my crotch
will be minty fresh all day.

Well, four out of five,
dentists recommend that.

- I'll see you later.
- Okay.

Uh, where's Little Richard?

Oh, he's down in the lobby

playing backgammon
with "The Beav."

- Again?
- Mm-hmm.

- Bye.
- See ya.

Paper, mister?

Thank you
for tripping the Stone 2000
Home Protection System.

Sensors indicate
an intruder on the premises.

You have 10 seconds
to enter the disarm code.

Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six.

Five. Four. Three.

Was that a close one?

The time limit
for disarmament has elapsed.

For your convenience,
the authorities
have been notified.

Heat lasers
will be enacted in 10 seconds.

Maybe you
punched in the wrong code.

3-3-3? Come on,
how could I get that wrong?

I'm telling you, Jude,
this computer hates me.

Here,
thank Habib for me, will ya?

Martin, if you think
you'd be more comfortable
in another apartment--

The apartment is fine.

I have no problem
with the apartment.

I just want to get
this goddamn computer fixed.

Okay, okay, okay, I will have
a technician look into it.

I'm sure it's just a glitch.

Thank you.

And by the way,
I called the Kennedy Center,

and I could only get two tickets
to Little Richard's ballet,

and I promised my mother,
but, you know, well,

if you really want to go...

No, no, no, no.
Take your mother.

I mean, why give her
another reason to hate me?

Okay, then, I'll just see you
tonight after the rehearsal.

Okay.

- Bye, Toby.
- Bye-bye now, Judith.

Glitch my eye.

- Excuse me?
- The computer, that's no glitch.

- That's the vengeful spirit
of a soul which cannot rest.
- What?

What, I have to
write it backwards
on a mirror in blood?

It's Richard!

Reaching out
from beyond the grave

to grab what's rightfully his.

Thanks for your concern, Toby,

but what I need is a repairman,
not an exorcist, okay?

Huh, that's what
my cousin Cecil thought,

until he discovered
his wet bar

was being possessed
by the ghost of Joey Bishop.

What are you talking about?
Joey Bishop isn't even dead.

I know! That's the spooky part.

Have you found the problem yet?

You touched this, didn't you?

- No.
- Nothing would have gone wrong
if you hadn't touched it.

- Wouldn't it?
- I didn't touch it.

Good.

Because the Cyberstone 2000
is an incredibly sensitive

piece of cybernetic equipment.

I have the prototype.
The Cyberstone 1000 at home.

True, it only controls
the lights and garage door.

If my house was on fire,
I'd save it before my dog.

And do you know
what my dog's name is?

Uh, Skippy?

Richard Stone.

Such was my love for the man.

Absolutely 100% nuts.

That's very touching.

Wait a minute.

What's this?

There seems to be...

a dead cockroach
in the power grid.

See? See, I told you
it wasn't my fault.

No?

I doubt very much
the place was infested

when Dr. Stone lived here.

Just show me, will you?

If the thing
starts acting up again,

I mean, what buttons do I push--

Let me try
to explain this to you
in a way you can understand.

Do not touch this.

Thanks for making it so clear.

Well, we try
to speak in layman's terms.

In your case,
I just simplify that a notch.

Oh, yes!

Would you cut it out?

I can't help it, man.
It's like visiting the Jetsons.

What?

That's it,
give me, give it to me.

- Terrific.
- Maybe the electric guy
didn't catch it.

Hey, let me see it.

What's the big idea?

Give me that.

Get out here,
you little bastard!

Worked fine for me.

I'm gonna go get a beer,
you want one?

No, no, I just
want this stupid machine

to do what it's supposed to.

Oh, my God!

What, what, what, what is it?

- What, what, what, what is it?
- I can't believe it.

Uh, this mug just dropped down
and then filled with beer.

That's because
it's voice activated.

Watch this. Pepsi.

Pepsi, please.

Pepsi.

- Maybe it's out.
- No, no, no.

It was just filled.

Calm yourself.
Calm yourself, my friend.

I think maybe
we soon fix everything.

Pepsi.

Whoa, you know, man,
maybe you should call somebody

who knows what they're doing.

I'm Dynamo Dam,
the electrical man.

I can fix it,
it's probably just a short.

Oh, man.

You okay?

I am fine.

♪ Daisy ♪

♪ Give me your answer, do ♪

Would you-- Please?

I guess this is one time I win.

See, someone
must have broken in,

and tried
to steal the technology.

I mean, Time magazine
says that industrial espionage

is like the--
the insider trading of the '90s.

Liar.

You killed it.

You killed Dr. Stone's creation.

Murder.

I plead guilty to that.

I asked you not to touch it.

Why did you
have to touch it? Why?

There's the elevator.
Thanks for coming, bye-bye now.

So, what did he say?

He said there was a-- a glitch.

So, I guess, we'll have to
live like the Amish,

and set the microwave by hand.

Well, I-- I should get going.

Are you sure
you don't want to come?

We could try
to scalp another ticket.

No, no, no, no, no,
I have to work late,

and I'll-- I'll just
catch it on pay-per-view, okay?

Jude.

I'm very, very happy
we moved in here.

Mrs. Stone, your limo is ready.

It's the intercom.
The car must be here.

That certainly
takes a load off my mind.

Bye, Judith.
Your ex called from the plane.

She'll call you
from the hotel later.

Why didn't you just
put her through?

I-- I don't know.

So, anyway,
what hotel are you staying in?

What do you mean?

You can't stay
in that apartment by yourself.

Richard's spirit is just
waiting to get you alone.

You see,
your kidney was not enough,
he wants the rest of your body.

Just like in Pet Sematary,
he'll come back,

but he'll be evil,
smart and evil.

Like Rex Reed.

Rex Reed?

You know, Superman's archenemy.

You mean Lex Luthor?

What, are you wasting time
thinking about movies?

Your mortal soul's in danger!

We don't believe in ghosts.

Hello?

Hello?

I'm home.

My home.

Not Richard Stone's home,

because, well, he-- he's dead.

And I'm fucking his wife.

I'm not afraid
of any husband of the world.

Ow, ow, ow, ow.

- What's cooking?
- You are.

There is something in my way.

Get out of the way, go on!

Ow, ow.

- Hello?
- Hello, Martin?

Jude, Jude, Jude,
thank God, now, listen.

Martin, are you there?

Hi, this is Martin,
I can't talk right now,

so I'll call you back.

What are you--

- Okay then, love you.
- J-- Jude! Jude--

It's alive!
The monster, it's alive!

Thanks
for coming right over, Toby.

Shh, Martin,
ghosts hate small talk.

It makes them nuts.

- What is that?
- I couldn't find any holy water.

So I got some cream soda.

Don't worry,
I said some Hail Marys
over at the taxi cab.

Oh, my God!

- Ow, ow, ow.
- What's that unholy sound?

That awful wailing?

Toby, that's just
a siren out on the street.

That's no siren, Martin.
That's the hounds of hell.

Here, don't spill it.
It's your only protection.

There is something in my way.

- Huh?
- There is something in my way?

No, you're in my way,
you little fuck!

Wait, you coming over here,
I'm gonna kill you!

All right, okay.

Okay, okay, Richard,
you win, you win.

What-- what do you want from me?
You want me to move out?

I mean, I'll go.

Okay, you want
the rest of my shirt?

Go on, just take it.

But please, just--
just leave me Judith, okay?

That's all that really matters.

Martin, oh, my God.
What happened?

Jude. Jude, I--

Jude, I lied, I lied, okay?

I am uncomfortable
living here, you know?

And-- and Richard,
he bothers me.

He haunted me
while he was alive,

and-- and now
his ghost is haunting me.

It's haunting me
from the beyond.

Okay, Martin,
I never thought I'd have to say

this to you or anyone,

but there's
no such thing as ghosts.

Richard's gone. He's dead.

It doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter.

Dead or alive,
I can't compete with him.

It's not even
worth trying, you know?

Martin, I am not
looking for you to replace him.

I mean,
you could never be Richard.

Oh, well, I feel
much better now, thank you.

Oh, no,
and he could never be you.

Martin, I love you.

And I just want us to be happy.

So, let's move.

You know,
we could live anywhere.

I could even
live in your apartment.

My apartment's a shithole.

Oh, but it'll be our shithole.

As long as we're together.

- Richard.
- What?

Judith, it stopped.

- It stopped.
- I see that.

Do-- do you know
what this means?

Well, can't mean the apartment
doesn't mean vacuuming.

No, no, it means he's gone.

He's gone. It's over, every--

everything's going to be okay.

It's all over.

A backup system?

Dr. Stone must have installed it

before his brilliance
was so tragically snuffed out.

And that, coupled with
the trauma the system suffered,

might explain its aberrant,
yet understandable behavior.

Oh, you see, Martin, I told you,

there was a logical explanation.

There,
we'll have this back to you

as soon as possible, Mrs. Stone.

Ah, actually,
Judith and I talked it over,

and we'd like you
to have the Cyber stone 2000.

Is this some kind of cruel joke?

No, no, no, no, we think
that you'll be able to offer it

the kind of
nurturing environment
that it really needs.

And the Cyberstone 1000 will
have a really nice playmate.

This is
the greatest day of my life.

Would you like
to come home with me?

It's a small place,
but you'll have your own room.

We're free. We're free.

The precocious choreographer
was brought on stage

for a curtain call
in his snuggly.

He has certainly proved
to be much more than a chip

off the old Stone.

- Good for Little Richard.
- Yeah.

Well, I'm sorry I missed it.

You know, I'm-- I'm sorry
about everything else, too.

Oh, that's okay.

Did you realize that we haven't
made love since you moved in?

Well, we haven't exactly
been alone, right, I mean--

Yeah, well, we are now.