All language subtitles for The Goldbergs (2013) 5x02 - Hogan Is My Grandfather (English)

Back in the '80s,
being the only kid in my school

with his own video
camera had its advantages.

Most notably, I could use it

to get out of tough
homework assignments.

- Rolling.
- For example, AP Spanish.

By the power of Grayskull!

- I have the power
- _

of espanol!

Me gusta las manzanas!

The movies I made for school

never failed to dazzle my teachers.

Well, that content
was shockingly simple.

But wow. You have a video camera.

That's not nothing.

A-plus, senior!

It was the ultimate
scam to get out of work

I didn't want to do.

Athletics saves lives!

Get fit, or you'll end up like this!

Ah, damn it. My foot swelled up again.

Bevy, help me!

Ugh! Aah, it's locked in tight!

_

That's a moving
cautionary tale, Goldfarb.

You can sit out dodgeball
for the whole week.

Even the toughest teachers in school

fell for my homework hack, like Doc,

the classic '80s teacher who
was rough around the edges

and a sniper with a piece of chalk.

Yeah, this kind of student cruelty

was only a thing of the past.

All right, I hope you
were all taking notes,

'cause it's term-paper time.

I want 10 pages on World War II,

not including bibliography.

Would you prefer
double-spaced or triple-spaced?

Hey, that was close!

It's called a warning shot, fresh mouth.

Always single-spaced. Goldberg, speak.

As you may know, filmmaking
has been a passion of mine

since my early years
here at William Penn.

Yeah. I think we all know how
that's held you back socially.

Indeed.

I was wondering if,
instead of the paper,

you'd accept a cinematic re-creation

of an important event from the war.

Sounds like someone's trying
to get out of doing real work.

Other teachers have said yes,

and they've been very
pleased with the results.

Ask around the lounge. I
think you'll hear good things.

I am no longer welcome in that lounge.

Lucky for you, Doc likes
a good World War II movie.

But you better wow me, or it's an F.

High stakes, I like that game.

He gets to make a movie?

Seriously, why does everyone
jump up and down for this kid

just 'cause his parents
spoiled him with a video camera?

Son, it is taking all my energy

not to chuck an eraser at your head.

Dave Kim's voice will not be silenced!

How is this allowed?!

? I'm twisted up inside ?

? But nonetheless, I
feel the need to say ?

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? I don't know the future ?

? But the past keeps
getting clearer every day ?

It was October 4, 1980-something

and my sister, Erica, was in college,

parent-free and loving life.

Damn washing machine!

Well, kind of.

My jeans are completely bleached

and not in the cool,

acid-washed kind of way.

How much, like, bleach did you use?

I don't know, one?

One bleach?

You realize you have,
like, no basic life skills

and it's gross.

Okay, I just messed up a little laundry.

As if! I mean, look at
your side of the room.

It's a total garbage heap.

It's an organized heap.

I have a system.

It's like you don't know
how to pick up after yourself

or make a bed for
yourself or feed yourself.

What? I prefer to eat out
because I don't know how to cook

ramen or boil a cow or whatever.

Look, we're friends and
stuff, but if you don't learn

how to take care of
yourself, I'll talk to the RA

and get you evicted or whatever.

You can't do that!

Oh, I can.

Get it together, or you'll be living

in the mature-students dorm.

I can't live with moms who
are going back to school

to get their lives on track!

You either learn fast, or your
new roomie will be a divorce

who takes pottery classes
and listens to Yanni.

Not Yanni!

Yanni.

Okay, I am an adult.

I can fix this on my own.

But she couldn't, so
she came home instead.

We need to talk, woman!

Sweet God, am I dreaming?

You ruined my life!

Dang it. It's real.

In my dreams, we wear matching sweaters

and you drown me in nub-nubs.

Mom, I'm a total mess at college.

Because of you, I've
never had to clean or cook

or act like a human in the real world.

Are you saying I failed as a mother

by being too good of a mother?

Yes!

I am bleached and stinky and hungry.

Aw. Well, let Mama do your dirty laundry

and fill you with eggs
and breads and meats.

Well, I kind of took a bus at
5:00 a.m. to learn adult skills,

but your thing sounds way easier.

Feed me the meats!

Why are you here?

Why are you eating my meats?

- Hi, Daddy.
- Huge news, Murray.

Erica's gonna come home every weekend

so I can care for her needs!

That's ridiculous.

She's got to learn how
to take care of herself,

not have you baby her.

No! Let her baby me,

or I'll be rooming with
someone's colorful aunt

who's trying to reinvent herself,

but she can't because it's too late.

Stop eating my meats.

No babying, just teaching.

You act like I baby
them on purpose, Murray.

Mom, I'm starving!

Turn this magic dust
into pancakes for me?

No!

This stops now, moron!

Make them yourself like an adult.

Fine!

Ahh. Now all we do is wait.

Start now.

Start teaching them how to
live without their mother

so they don't end up here forever.

While my dad tried to
help his helpless kids,

Pops was patiently waiting

to hang with his favorite grandson.

Oop! There he is.

You all ready to hit
the auction house, kiddo?

I'm sorry. I can't go.

But we pretend we're titans of industry

and drive up all the
prices of the nonsense art.

Pops, I'm busy.

I'm in high school.

I got a girlfriend.

I'm making a movie on World War II.

World War II? Why didn't you say so?

That's my war! Let me help.

Guess I could interview you
and get some cool stories.

You want stories? I got stories.

Did I ever tell you
about my crazy friend Boxy

in basic training?

Ooh, this is good. Was he a boxer?

No. We called him Boxy 'cause
his family owned a box factory.

He tripped over a table in
the mess hall, hurt his foot,

was sent home, became an orthodontist.

Okay. Well, maybe you
should talk more about

the actual war stuff.

Well, for most of the war, I
was actually on a supply ship.

Shipping bullets and bombs and stuff?

Mostly canvas. And rope.

And one time, we were
loaded up with pants.

Yeah, I think I want my
movie to be less about pants

and more about saving the world.

But we can hang out some other time.

Pops could see he was losing me.

So in that moment, he
decided to spice things up

with some stories from
the classic '60s sitcom

"Hogan's Heroes."

Oh, I got one.

My supply ship got captured
and I was taken prisoner.

Prisoner? Why didn't
you lead with that?

I was building up to it.

And I was hooked.

Every tale Pops told
was better than the last!

And we got all our
instructions from London

through a radio we had
hidden in a coffee pot.

That does make sense.

I had to convince the colonel
to let me form a jazz band,

which would trigger an avalanche.

Unbelievable.

The chimpanzee had nowhere to go,

so it only made sense he
live with us in our barracks.

This is gonna be an awesome movie!

The script is gonna write itself!

Go get 'em, Slugger.

I'm just gonna jog the ol' memory.

While Pops got schooled
on "Hogan's Heroes,"

my mom was reluctantly teaching
Erica and Barry life skills.

And you pinch the shoulders,

flip in the sleeves, and hello,

store-quality folded shirt.

Hope you're happy, Erica.

I was enjoying my life of
leisure with my mom-butler

and you ruined it.

Calm down.

All we're doing is
learning a few easy things

to appease your father.

Yeah, learning won't hurt.

Then we wouldn't have to leave
an awesome place like college

to go to a lame place like here.

So you want to learn so you can leave?

Exactly. Help us leave you.

After hearing my
sister's change of heart,

my mom decided not to teach them,

but to bring them down.

Okay, then.

Uh, let's start with something
simple, a fitted sheet.

If you can't fold a simple sheet,

there's really no hope for you.

What the hell?

Where does it begin,
and where does it end?

Just give it to me, dude.
I'll show you how to do it.

Oh! Oh, no! I'm stuck!

I'm stuck inside! I'm
inside of the sheet!

You got it?

No. Oh, wait.

- Oh, no.
- Grab the stretchy part.

Nope, that's not the stretchy part!

- I'm gonna die in here!
- You're making it worse!

Oh, my God.

You are so good at Mom stuff.

I know. It's so frustrating.

You can't come to where I am.

I wish there was a way
I could go someplace.

Wait! What if you came to us?

Say it, Erica.

Say every detail of
every idea you just had.

Every weekend, you can visit

and clean my filthy dorm,
cook me food, and do laundry

while I'm at class and
partying with my friends.

- What about me?
- Fine.

She can alternate weekends.

You just solved your unsolvable problem!

Yay!

Hey, morons. Let me get this straight.

You two have officially decided
to let your mom take care of you

for the rest of your lives.

She seems very open to it.

Of course she is.

How do you not see what she's
doing after all this time?

Dude, do you think she gave us
the impossible sheet on purpose?

Yes. She manipulates you into
needing her week after week.

What are you talking about?

She made up a medical condition
so she could have a sleepover

with you in your dorm on
your first night of college.

Well, that certainly is an example.

Well, it ends today!

Mom will no longer control
me with her mommery.

Yeah! Let's stick it to her
by learning the life skills

that we should've
learned as small children.

I'm scared, but I'm in.

Take my hand, Father. Leap
with us into the unknown.

Thank you, and welcome.

Once in a generation, a
student project comes along

that not only triggers an automatic A,

but launches an illustrious
filmmaking career.

Get to it, Rex Reed. I
got a whole bucket here.

Enjoy.

_

The year was 1943,

and I was a prisoner of
war behind enemy lines.

_

As fate would have it,
the camp was guarded

by two bumbling fools who I
outsmarted on a weekly basis.

If it wasn't for me, Colonel Klink

and his surprisingly lovable sidekick,

Sergeant Schultz,
would have won the war!

_

All right, Goldberg. Stop the tape.

Is this some kind of joke?

I know what you're
thinking. It's too good.

This is not your
grandfather's war story.

You stole it from "Hogan's Heroes."

No! I've never even seen that show.

This came straight from my grandfather.

I demand an apology and an A-plus!

More like an F and a week's
detention for being a liar!

- What was that?
- Nothing.

Did you just throw my chalk back at me?

Pffft. Wha?

You threw it to me. I
threw it back at you.

It's a game of catch! We have fun!

Principal's office. Now.

Way ahead of you.

After turning
Pops' war stories into cinema,

only enemy in my teacher's eyes was me.

Sorry.

Doc is insisting that
your grandfather's stories

are all lies.

I will never believe that!

That's a year's detention,
you sassy bastard!

Okay! Everybody calm down.

Mr. Goldberg, you know that plagiarism

is a very serious academic crime.

I didn't plagiarize anything!

Let's go to the tape, then, shall we?

Let's.

- Please, Colonel Solomon!
- Please, Colonel Hogan!

- How else do we get the tank in?
- How else do we get the tank in?

- T-T-T-T-T-Tank?
- T-T-T-T-T-Tank?

- So we can take it apart.
- So we can take it apart.

- It's only until tomorrow,
- It's only until tomorrow,

and then he's gonna take it off again...

- ...after he steals the tank...
- ...after he steals the tank...

- Oh?
- Oh?

- ...from the Panzer Division... Oh!
- ...from the Panzer Division... Oh!

...and brings it
here into the barracks.

- Oh, I see nothing!
- Oh, I see nothing!

- I was not here!
- I was not here!

- I didn't even get up this morn...
- I didn't even get up this morn...

Wow. That is incriminating.

I guess we have to face facts.

Hogan stole that story
from my grandfather.

No, wait! Hogan is my grandfather!

Oh, and I'm Granny from
"The Beverly Hillbillies."

- Give it up!
- Never!

Pops is my best friend in the world,

and there's no way he'd lie to me.

Yeah, I lied to you.

Balls, man!

Big balls! I'm in real trouble here!

I could be expelled.

Wait. That movie was for school?

Yes.

I made a movie instead
of writing a term paper.

Why do they keep letting you make movies

instead of doing actual work?

It's a Quaker school. It's very loose.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to get you in trouble.

I was just excited to
spend time together again.

Now I feel terrible.

Don't feel terrible.

Same thing happened
with Erica and Barry.

Everybody grows up. Tell you what,

I'm gonna go talk to your
teacher and fix this mishegas.

He won't listen.

He's a hard-ass and a
sniper with a piece of chalk.

I can handle him. I fought in the war.

Don't you mean you brought pants
to the boat that went to the war?

As Pops enlisted
to fight for my grade,

my brother and sister had
been defeated by an enemy

close to home.

Unbelievable!

The way that woman fed
us, cleaned our rooms,

loved us day and night...

She's been playing us for suckers!

We should have seen
the caring and nurturing

for what it was, a ruse!

Erica?! Oh, my God! You're back!

Did you come all this
way to surprise me?!

Oh, man!

Uh, I mean, hey, you!

I've missed you so much!

Same. But also, I am kind of
busy dealing with this thing.

- Oh, can I help?
- Do you know how to do laundry?

Totally. There's this
laundry chute by my bedroom,

and I just put all my
dirty clothes in it.

And then a few days later... Boom,

they're back in my drawer.

- You're useless to me.
- Yep.

Wait! Wait.

I know someone who's been
surviving on his own forever.

He can teach us for sure.

- Who?
- The wisest man I know.

Well, you've come to the
right efficiency apartment.

My perpetual single-tude

has given me an amazing
array of domestic skills.

Make yourselves at home

in my living room/gym/
sitting area/lanai.

Brisket? I made that in
my gentleman's Crock-Pot.

So tender!

It falls apart at fork's first touch.

Also, how long are we gonna be here?

Dude, look at the laundry basket!

Is that one of those
impossible-to-fold sheets

Mom was tricking us with?

You mean fitted? I've danced with a few.

Erica: They're perfect.

You folded them? How'd
you find the corners?

You don't find the corners of the sheet.

The corners find you.

Teach us everything you know, Coach.

Very well.

If you got the heart and the will to win

and you have a basic understanding

of how to use a vacuum,

then your training in the
domestic arts begins now!

It's all from here.

And then you just
power through the seams.

Let your hips do the work.

- Ten-hut!
- What's all this now?

Name's Albert Solomon,

veteran of the Army Quartermaster Corps.

I'm here to get my grandson
Adam a second chance.

Would you do that for a veteran?

Sir, while I appreciate your service,

grades are non-negotiable.

I think you'll change that
policy when you hear me out.

Also, I don't remember
this jacket being so hot.

Would you mind if I...

Please, by all means.

Ahh, that's better. Where was I?

You're here to defend Adam,
even though he plagiarized

the greatest show in television history.

No. I told him those stories

so I could spend time with him.

Also, is this shirt snug?
It... It feels snug.

It's incredibly snug.

- Would you mind if I...
- Be my guest.

Where was I again?

You were saying you
misrepresented your life

as "Hogan's Heroes" in order
to impress your grandchild.

What's going on now?

It's the helmet.

Damn strap is so tight on my chin.

You served this country,
sir. Just get comfortable.

Yeah, that's some sweet relief.

Okay, you know what?
I'm gonna stop all this.

I'm gonna let Adam redo his project.

But just know, he has to
really impress me this time.

Thank you for showing me
the dignity that I deserve.

At ease.

Pops' mission was a success!

Meanwhile, Erica had
successfully put some of

her new life skills to the test.

Morning, Mom. Fresh-brewed coffee?

Yes, thanks, and what
the [bleep] is this?

Oh, we just whipped up a little
breakfast of toast, bacon,

sausage, ham steak,
freshly squeezed juice,

and eggy in the hole.

I use a melon baller now.

Why would you make eggy in the hole?

I'm the one who makes eggy in the hole.

Not anymore. We eggy our own holes now.

Your reign of eggy-ing
our holes is over, woman.

Dad told us all about your
little plan to make us need you,

but guess what...
We learned stuff.

We can egg any hole, ball
any melon, fold any sheet...

Top or fitted.

Murray, how could you do this?

Make our children responsible adults?

I don't know what got into me!

Face it, we know basic life skills now.

Your days of manipulating
us into needing you are done.

Manipulating you?

I have never done anything so awful.

You faked a pelvis injury

so I'd cook Thanksgiving
dinner with you.

You tricked us into filling up
a swear jar with enough money

so we could take a family
trip to Colonial Williamsburg.

You forged Mother's Day coupons from us

to get unlimited snuggles.

Okay! I do it every week!

- What do you want from me?
- To be normal.

You know I can't do that!

Well, you're gonna have to,
'cause after all these years

of tricking us into staying close,

all you've done is drive us away.

They're right, Bevy, and you know it.

Of course I know it.

They've just grown up so fast, Murray.

I'm their mother. I've
given them everything!

And it is so hard to be reminded

that your time with them is over.

It's not over. It's just changing.

And you just got to figure
out a way to change with it.

I have returned for my melon baller.

- Good day to you.
- Ouch.

After ripping off "Hogan's Heroes,"

Pops helped me get one final shot

to save my butt and my grade.

Hey. I'm just gonna skip
the preamble and show you

what really happened to
my grandfather in the war.

It was October 8, 1942.

I signed up for basic training
and was shipped off to Alabama.

The heat was brutal,

and we lost a lot of
good men along the way.

I'm sorry, Al. I got to go.

Damn it, Boxy! Don't you leave me!

I got no choice! I
tripped and hurt my foot.

Nooooo!

It was summer. Our
boat was headed for Florida

loaded with 1,000 crates of pants.

Problem was, no one knew
which were the small pants

and which were the large pants.

It was up to me to make sure

everyone got the right size pants.

Sir! These pants are too short, sir!

Nooooo!

We docked at dawn, and by
God, we delivered those pants,

which fit perfectly
on the bravest soldiers

this world has ever known.

Adam: Turns out, heroes
come in all shapes and sizes.

I know Pops didn't storm
the beach at Normandy,

but he still put his life on the line.

And that's why he's my hero.

_

Damn.

That got me.

My gramps was a cook on a Navy barge

that never left Hudson Bay.

So I don't fail?

Son, that was the best damn
term paper I've ever seen.

And I suggest you keep making more.

And I did, thanks to Pops.

Turns out, every once in a while...

We get so excited to
be around our family...

We lose sight of doing what's right.

- Whatcha doing?
- You were right.

I'm always trying to...

stop the kids from changing,
stop everything from changing.

But now I realize that's impossible.

It's time for me to change, too.

So, the visit's over?

I mean, it just felt so fast.

Well, we have a few minutes right now.

Let's make the most of it.

Kids, I need to talk to you.
Geoff, get out.

You know, I don't mind staying.

Sometimes, I kind of feel like
I'm part of the family. Okay.

Mom, don't even start. I get
enough lectures at school.

It's not a lecture. It's an apology.

I've done a few... questionable things

- to keep you kids close to me.
- "A few"?

I've done a ton of questionable things!

But no more.

You kids are changing.

There's no reason I can't, too.

It's time for an evolution, a Bevolution.

- That sounds expensive.
- Oh, it will be.

But it's something I want
to do. What do you say?

Sometimes, the toughest
decisions in life...

End up giving us the best results.

I say, it's really awesome.

And I'm proud of you.

And we come to appreciate our family

for who they really are...

And who they help us become.

Wow.

No more going home for
Mommy to do your laundry?

Nope. I'll just be going home for her.

And in the end, it's
not just the stories

we tell each other that are important.

It's the people who tell them.

_

- Ready?
- Yeah, I'm ready.

What do you want me to do?

My name is Albert, actor Albert...

Look at the camera.

Actor Albert S. Solomon.

That's so depressing.

Say it nicer.

Don't throw that!

My name is Albert S. Solomon.

I am 80...

Do you want me to lie to you?

No, no, no. That was good.

Up next, from the Von Thurston estate

is this abstract expressionist
painting of unknown provenance.

The bidding starts at $5,000.

$30,000!

I have $30,000. Whoa.
Pump the brakes, kiddo.

Don't worry. The whole
point is to force these dopes

to pay double for this ridiculous art.

I have $30,000 going once.

I'm pretty sure that
guy raised his hand.

No.

No? You sure?

I am sure. I have $30,000 going twice.

Come on, people!

Look at that beautifully
rendered depiction of

despair or joy or horses.

Who knows what it is,
but just buy it, people!

Sold to Mr. Skywalker and
his associate, Dr. Zaius.

Run, Adam. Run and don't look back.

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