All language subtitles for S08E15 - Fay There, Georgy Girl [1080p AIUs] [EN]

Okay, let's see.

Worst Valentine's Day ever.

1976, wife just dumped me, dinner with
mom at the home, bad Swedish meatball,

rushed to the emergency room, orderly
stole my wallet, beat that.

Jeez, you forget who you're talking to.

Okay, um... By myself, Natch.

bawling my eyes out, a given, shivering
in the bushes outside of

the house of the only woman I ever
loved, watching her being proposed to by

another man while a raccoon relieves
himself on my shoe.

I should have known better.

So, what are you planning this year?

That is what I'm planning this year.

Excuse me, Roy. I know this is last
minute, but do you have any Valentine

plans? Oh, wow.

That blows me right out of the water.

Oh, Cochran, Cochran, I'm flattered.

But we've been working together a long
time. If it was going to happen, it

would have happened.

Oh, no, no, Roy. There's a flea market
in Hangar 4. I want you to help me sell

all the old stuff that belonged to my
three late husbands.

That's a nice cover, Cochran, but forget
it.

However, feel free to get your jollies
as I walk away.

What about you, Antonio?

Are you interested?

You're finally getting rid of all of
your husband's things?

Well, it's just sitting there in my
spare bedroom collecting dust.

Somebody might as well get some youth
out of it.

And if I can turn a fast buck, who gets
hurt?

I don't know, Faith.

Something doesn't feel right about this.

I don't know what it is.

I'll give you 10% of the take.

That's what it is.

This is very nice.

Who are you going to give them to?

No, I'm not giving.

I'm receiving.

Seems I have a secret admirer.

Who?

Well, if I knew, it wouldn't be a
secret. Oh, I get it.

Self-send, huh?

I have no idea what you're talking
about. Come on, Casey. It's almost

Valentine's Day. I haven't seen a man
within 100 yards of you for a year.

Suddenly you get a bunch of red roses.

Come on, admit it.

You popped for the posies, didn't you?

Uncle Roy.

Besides, who are you to judge me? You're
a lung, too.

At least I don't parade my Valentine's
misery in front of others.

I have the self-respect to hide in my
room, weeping in my torn underwear,

eating can after can of Dinty Moore beef
stew.

Why is it so hard for us to meet people?

I don't know. Because we're single.

People usually find you're more
attractive if they know you're with

somebody. Wait a minute.

Brian, how would you like to have
Valentine's dinner with me?

Look, Casey, I haven't had a lot of sex
myself, and if you're going to be my

only option, then I'd rather do a
self-send.

First of all... Don't you get it? Okay,
us being seen together in

public... will create the illusion that
we're desirable.

Well, that's not bad.

So, in other words, we wouldn't actually
be together. We'd just be using each

other as bait.

Exactly. What do you think?

What the hell? Things don't work out.

I've always got a can of Sterno and a
six-pack of stew waiting for me at home.

You're right.

Hey, baby.

Hey. So, what do you have planned for us
for Valentine's Day?

I thought we'd eat dinner at home and
they'd watch a little TV.

Well, how is that different from any
other night?

All right, I'll throw in a piece of
chocolate.

What? Come on, you said you didn't want
to do anything special for Valentine's

Day. And you didn't know what that
meant?

Oh, no, we're not into one of those.

When I said I didn't want to do anything
for Valentine's Day, that meant that you

were supposed to surprise me and do
something special. Hold on, hold on. For

New Year's Eve, you said you didn't want
to do anything special. That's right, I

did. Now, we didn't do anything special.
No, we didn't. And you were happy. I was

thrilled.

But now you say you don't want to do
anything special. We're not doing

anything special, and you're not happy.
Exactly. See, New Year's Eve is an

everybody holiday.

Valentine's Day is an us holiday.

Did you hear the part about the
chocolate?

Get it, Joe. Whatever you want to do is
fine.

What is that supposed to mean?

It means dinner, Seinfeld, and a chunky
bar.

Come on, Helen.

Everybody knows that guys don't make as
big a deal out of Valentine's Day as

girls do.

Excuse me. I understand you all fly
charters.

Yes, we do.

Great. I'm tomorrow's Valentine's Day,
and I need you to fly over to the diner

where my girlfriend works with a banner
that reads, Nancy, I love you. Will you

marry me?

Now, here's the guy that knows what
romance is all about.

$250 for the flight, another $75 for the
banner. Cash out front. We've got to be

back by 6 to go out to dinner.

This one wants a surprise.

I can't believe how you cleaned up at
that flea market.

I know. If I knew what a gold mine I was
sitting on, I would have unloaded the

Georgia's junk years ago.

Hey, Cochran.

I don't know whatever possessed you to
part with a treasure like this.

Well, if you must know, I backed into it
last week, and I don't intend to make

that mistake twice.

By the way, what exactly are you going
to do with it? It's a Valentine's gift

for Mom.

It's just a thing to complete her trophy
wall.

True, she didn't hit it with the
Chrysler like all those other animals,

but I'll just slap some skid marks on
it. She'll never know the difference.

Quite a bundle you got there, Faye.

George.

Is that you?

George, what are you doing here?

I'm your husband. Where else should I
be?

In the ground where I put you in 1959.

What do you want?

At the moment, an ashtray.

Where's the one I got when we went to
Niagara Falls?

Oh, no, this can't be happening. This is
all in my imagination.

Faye, dear, have you seen my tweed hat?

George, don't you, too?

Who's this bozo? I happen to be her
second husband, George.

Oh, that's it.

No more bacon cheeseburgers after ten
o'clock.

Now, I need a glass of water. When I
come back, you're both going to be gone.

Faye, dear.

Who's just go duck?

Thank God I died before that came into
fashion.

Anyway, what do you want from me? What
are you doing here?

I think you know why we're here, Faye.
No, I don't. You shouldn't have done it,

Faye. Done what?

Shouldn't have sold our stuff.

You hurt us. Don't we mean anything to
you?

Oh, of course you do. You three mean the
world to me. I would never do anything

to hurt you.

Well, there's only one way you can prove
it.

How? Get our stuff back.

That's impossible. It would take
forever.

Hey, we're dead.

We've got forever.

Ryan, I've been looking for you.

So, have you given any thought to our
Valentine's date?

Well, as a matter of fact, I have.

I thought we might start out with a
couple of burgers from the club car.

followed by... nothing.

The club car?

Look, the whole point of this little
charade is that we go to the kind of a

place where we'll meet somebody we'd
actually want to be with.

That's why we're not going to the club
car. We're going to Lexington, and you

are wearing a suit.

All right, okay, all right. I'll give
you Lexington, okay?

But I'm wearing a sports coat and jeans,
and you're paying.

wardrobe, but we go Dutch and you pick
up parking. And for once in your life,

could you try and just show a little
class?

Oh, sure. Okay, fine. This from the
woman who just last week was waving in

the tuna boats with her hanky.

Hey, some of those fishermen make a very
good living.

Antonio, I need your help. All that
stuff I sold yesterday, we've got to

track it down and get it back.

Get it back?

Why? Why?

Never mind why. We just have to get it
back, starting with what you bought.

Oh, okay, okay. You can have the foot
powders and the bath salts, but you're

not getting your hands on those
ointments.

The itching finally stopped.

Fine, fine.

Keep it. Just help me get the rest of
the stuff.

I'll pay you 50 bucks.

All right, I'm in.

But how are we even going to find all
this stuff?

What? I already posted flyers all over
town, and I put an ad in the newspaper,

and here's a list of all the buyers
whose names I could remember. And Roy,

I'll need the marlin back.

Oh, forget it, Cochran. Mom loves that
fish.

It would break her heart to part with
it.

I'll give you a hundred bucks. Deal.

But I am not going to pry it out of her
bony little hand. Uh-uh. Okay, Antonio,

that's your first stop.

Hey, uh, little tip, Scarpacci.

Try not to confuse the marlin with Mom's
roommate.

They're both blue and scaly, but the
fish occasionally moves.

Okay, Mr. Green, we flew that banner
over the diner three times. Any more,

it's going to run you extra. No, I don't
care what it costs. I just want to see

that look on my Nancy's face.

I bet she's looking up at the banner
right now.

Will you marry me? My heart must be
racing. I know mine would.

I'd just die if anybody did something
this romantic for me.

I just hope she's made a stronger stuff
than you are.

He's not like us. He's not a Valentine's
person.

Oh, yeah?

Well, I was going to save this for the
right time, but... Here's your chunky.

I can't take this. This waiting is
killing me.

Well, I want to hear her answer, too.
Joe, let's call her.

Here, here, here's her number.

All right.

Logan, this is Nevada 121, Papa Papa. I
need you to make a call for me and patch

it through to the plane. Over.

Don't you worry, Russell. In a few
minutes, you two are going to be

planning your wedding. I've got it all
planned. We're going to say our vows on

a cliff overlooking the ocean at sunset.
And when we kiss, they'll release a

hundred white dust.

A hundred white dust.

That's the most beautiful thing. Did you
hear that, Joe?

Do you think you'd ever do something
that romantic for me?

Doves? You want doves?

You finish that chunky first, then we'll
talk doves.

Nevada, one, two, one. Papa, Papa, this
is Logan. I've got your call. Go ahead.

There's the lucky girl.

Hello? Yeah, uh, Nancy, darling, did you
look outside?

What?

Up in the sky! The banner! The banner!

Sorry.

Oh, my God.

Well, so, what do you say, sweetheart?
Will you be mine?

Who the hell is this?

It's Russell, you silly.

Who?

Russell.

The greenie.

You know, from the diner. Oh, God. The
creepy guy who sits in the corner all

day staring at me?

Yes.

Well, so what do you say, muffin?

Clearly nobody explained to her just how
romantic that was.

Wow. You got that away from Mom.

How the hell did you do that?

It was easy. I just reasoned with her.

And when that didn't work, I cut off her
oxygen.

Mom must be slowing down.

Used to take that and a headlock.

Here's your stinking fish.

Okay. All right, that makes eight items
back.

Only 103 to go.

Faye, what's going on? Why is it so
important you get all this stuff back?

All right, I'll tell you.

Ever since I sold my husband's stuff, I
can't stop thinking about them.

That's understandable.

I'm wracked with guilt.

It's just eating me up that I sold all
this.

It's perfectly normal.

Yes, and then last night they came into
my bedroom and they said that they

wanted everything back.

You are one buggy broad.

How could this happen? How could she say
no?

Nancy!

I bet that Chunky's looking pretty good
right about now.

She rejected me.

Now, technically she didn't reject you
because technically she doesn't even

know you.

But that's what makes it so romantic.

Isn't it, Helen?

Isn't it romantic?

Isn't it romantic?

No, no, it's hopeless.

I mean, Nancy's the best thing that ever
happened to me.

Listen, Russell, Nancy's not the only
girl out there. There are plenty of

other women in the world who would...
Well, there's plenty of other women in

the world. That's all I know.

I don't understand.

Am I doing something wrong?

Well,

nothing that I can see, big guy.

I think we could all take a page from
your book.

Listen, Russell, it's just that with
your relationships with women, you seem

to be missing a...

debt like um well meeting them so next
time you see someone that

you're interested in try i don't know
talking to her first you mean like i'm

talking to you now yes exactly oh will
you marry me

Well, you're just not getting this, are
you, Russ?

But I talked to you. Like you said, I
felt the magic. I mean, don't tell me

you didn't feel it, too.

All right, Russell, that's it.

Look, you seem like a pretty nice guy,
and obviously you're quite taken with

Helen, but she is my wife.

So before this goes any further, I just
want to say... I'm stepping aside so you

two crazy kids can get married.

Are you the one who put up the flyer
looking for the tweed hat?

Oh, my God, there it is, George's hat. I
thought I'd never see it again.

Um, how much do you want for it? Um,
$2,700.

Do you take terms?

Relax, I'm just teasing.

Boy, you must really want this hat.

Yes, I do. It's very important to me.

It's yours for nothing.

Oh, thank you.

That's very sweet.

Say...

I don't recall your buying this at the
flea market.

I think I would have remembered you. Oh,
my little granddaughter bought it for me

for my birthday.

She thought her old grandpa would love
it.

Oh, I feel terrible taking it from you.
Oh, don't worry. It's not so much the

hat. It's the moment she gave it to me
that I'll always treasure.

You know something?

I want you to keep it.

Hey, what are you doing?

Well, thank you very much. Keep quiet.
Leave me alone.

All right, I'll just take my hat and go.
No, no, no, not you.

Then, um... Who?

Faye, while you're screwing around with
this joker, my Sing Along With Mitch

albums are out there somewhere.

Yeah, and what about my hat?

Yeah, and my members-only jacket.

People said I look like Joey Bishop in
it.

We have to talk.

All right.

No, not you. I have to be alone with my
thoughts.

Come on.

Oh, uh, not me.

All right, you three. Now listen to me.
I've had just about enough of this.

I'm not getting any more of your stuff
back, and that's that. I'm tired of

feeling guilty about this. I didn't do
anything wrong. No, you just sold off

everything that reminded you of us as if
we didn't even matter.

I'm not buying into that anymore.

Look, I don't need stuff to remind me of
you.

Oh, George, do you really think I need
an ashtray to remember our wonderful

romantic bungalow in Niagara Falls?

George, just because I don't have an old
hat anymore doesn't mean I wouldn't

cherish all those wonderful nights we
spent in front of the fireplace.

George, you don't need a big old smelly
fish to... Well, I just don't need a big

old smelly fish.

But I'll always love you.

I'll always love all of you.

But I can't live in the past. I have to
move on.

Please. Let me go.

Please try to understand.

Oh, you're still here.

You are talking to me now, right?

Yes.

I'm sorry.

I must have seemed crazy to you.

See, the stuff that I sold all belonged
to my late husbands, and I was having a

little trouble letting it go. I
understand.

You know, the hat looks nice, very
distinguished.

Thank you.

I was wondering, I know it's Valentine's
Day, and you probably have plans.

Well, actually, I'm free now.

Then would you like to have a cup of
coffee with me?

Yeah, I'd love to.

Oh, that's what you're wearing?

What? You agreed to this.

Well, I did my hair. I bought new shoes.
What did you do?

Deodorant.

Thought about shaving.

Well, that is not going to cut it.
You're going to have to change.

Better women than you have told me that,
and here I am.

is hopeless. The only thing I'm going to
track with you around is pity.

Suit yourself.

Oh, uh, the tuna boat should be rolling
in about a half an hour.

Better get out your hanky.

Very funny.

Look, Joe, Helen, I'm sorry if I caused
you all any trouble. I think I'm better

now. Oh, well, we're glad to hear that,
Russell.

And you're clear that I am not leaving
Joe for you ever, ever, ever, ever,

ever, ever?

Uh, pretty clear, yeah.

Well, that's close enough there,
Russell. And listen, next time your

marriage plans require air travel, save
your money on the ticket, try a self

-send.

Uh, excuse me.

Yes?

Um, yeah, I've... I've never done
anything like this before, but when our

eyes met, I gotta tell you, my heart
just... Well, it started to race.

Really?

Would you... Yes.

Here. Oh, at last. A man who understands
Valentine's Day.