All language subtitles for S06E10 - Mental Giant

What is this stuff?

The chef calls it his piece de
resistance.

Well, well.

I got a piece of resistance right here.

Oh, Dan, throw it away.

No, save it. The chef's building a
gristle ball.

Want some?

What is it? Trail mix. It's real good
brain food.

Say, that's quite an endorsement coming
from you.

I figure I'm going to need a little
extra boost with all those tests we've

got to take. Oh, don't worry about
those, Bull. We're just part of a

research study on people that work in
the criminal justice system.

Me, I'm kind of looking forward to them.

I'd rather skip down Broadway in a tutu.

What kinds of stuff do they ask you on
those tests?

Well, there are several parts to it,
Bull.

Personality, aptitude, IQ.

For example, they might show you an
inkblot like this.

Dan, what do you see? A set of Hall of
Fame hooters.

I think it looks like a basket filled
with puppies.

Kind of looks like the Lone Ranger's
mask to me.

Well, looks like a family of bunny
rabbits squashed on the interstate by a

convoy of trucks.

Except for one little guy that almost
got away only to be hit by a station

wagon instead.

Mr. Casey, I realize that golf can be a
frustrating game, but that is still no

reason to take it out on your caddy.

That's a $200 fine and a two-stroke
penalty.

Is that it, Mac?

Holding take is on empty, yes, sir.

Then I guess it's time to say adieu. And
by golly, don't mind if... I do.

Court's adjourned.

Wait, Your Honor.

Your results?

Oh, yeah.

Hey, gang, listen up. Dr. Malloy is here
to give us back the scores on our

personality test.

If you could all gather here for just a
moment, I'll distribute them.

Perhaps you could help me pass out.

Least I'd do is make you feel faint.

You must be fielding.

So, how'd we do?

Well, you're quite an interesting group,
as indicated by your scores. But before

you open your...

A sealed packet.

I was going to say that Dr. Keating, our
project director, will be down to help

you interpret your results.

Mother, may I?

Yes, ma'am.

However, being layperson, you may find
it difficult to interpret your own

results. Exhibits hostility? What the
hell is this supposed to mean, pucker

butt?

Good example.

Hey, you guys want to hear something
weird? Listen to mine.

The respondent's playful temperament is
inconsistent with the type of person who

should hold a position of authority.

Is that a laugh or what?

Okay, so I like to have fun. Big deal.
This makes it sound like I'm some kind

of clown.

By the way, sir, your shoes came back
from the repair shop.

You know what, Barry? At least the IQ
evaluations are fairly accurate on these

things. Why? What'd you get there?

Rosalind, I wouldn't want to sound
braggadocious.

Now, let me caution that the
intelligence quotient is often

misunderstood.

What did you get, Dan?

Let us just say that my IQ, as per my
usual, is larger than normal.

Dan, for your information, you're not
the only one in this room who has a big

IQ.

Excuse me.

It's really inappropriate to be
comparing results.

She's right.

But 20 bucks says mine's highest.

You're on, buddy.

I'll take a piece of that myself.

Yeah, I kind of like my chances against
this bunch.

Paul, I'm not much of a gambler.

But when you're playing with a hot
hand... Count me in, too.

Paul, are you sure you can afford $20?

Gee, I think so.

It must be $10,000 there.

Grocery shopping tonight.

Okay. Now, a score of 100 would be
average intelligence, right?

Then might we safely assume that we all
have a score over 100?

Does anyone have a score higher than
200?

Paul, that's impossible. You see, a
score of 140 is a genius.

Really?

Then what would 181 be?

Paul, now, are you sure you're reading
that thing right?

Oh. Whoops! It's upside down.

This way, it's 181.

181. Uh, Chiquita, this must be his hat
size.

No. The man just has immeasurable
cognitive power.

Yeah, well, I eat a lot of oysters.

Is that the subject, Dr. Malloy?

Oh, yes, Dr. Keating. How are you, my
boy?

It's an honor to make your acquaintance,
Mr. Shannon.

Hiya.

My God, yes.

Would you look at the size of that brain
pan?

No wonder.

Doc, are you saying that our old bailiff
Buddy Bull here is a genius?

Well, yes.

Does that surprise you?

Would it surprise you to find out the
Ayatollah had been a rockette?

Doctor, I'm afraid we've always thought
of Bull as... Well... I'll say it.

Dumber than dirt.

I can see how you were misled.

We discovered some marvelously unusual
associative skills in Mr. Shannon's

thought processes.

I don't understand.

Well, simply put, you think differently
than the rest of us.

So does a stapler.

Mr. Shannon, my associates and I have a
proposal for you. You do? We'd like to

offer you a post at the Institute's
Creative Research Division.

Oh, wow.

Just think of it. To be paid is to be
creative and to think and to do

research. Let's hold on one second here,
okay?

Let's let this sink in.

Bull. Research.

Now, those two words go together like
Margaret Thatcher and hot pants.

So, Mr. Shannon, what do you say?

Gosh.

Something to think about.

Yeah. You'll have to choose between
money and prestige and getting barfed on

by drunks.

Not an easy choice.

Mr. Shannon, we're offering you a chance
to help your fellow man.

Gosh, Bull could be the guy who
discovers a new energy source.

Yeah, or finds a way to reduce the
national debt.

Or to figure out how to keep sweaters
from getting those little balls on them.

Hey, who wouldn't want to be a part of
all that?

But I sure wouldn't want to leave you
guys in the lurch.

Come on, Bull.

We're not going to stand in your way.

This could be the chance of a lifetime.

Well?

All right, I accept.

Wonderful. So, would you be able to
begin work Monday morning?

Uh, what time?

How does nine o'clock sound?

Better make it ten. I don't want to miss
the Smurfs.

I've been hoping it for two weeks. Let
me give it a try. You know, sometimes if

you give it a good sharp rap on a hard
surface, it... There you go.

Thank you.

All right.

You know, the mail delivery's delayed
again. When are they going to send the

next lunkhead down here to replace Bull?

Actually, we're supposed to get a
replacement tonight.

Her name is Ursula something.

Ursula? We're getting a bailiff named
Ursula?

That's what they tell me.

Yee. I picture...

High Scandinavian cheekbones.

Stern, yet yielding blue eyes. A mane of
blonde hair. The kind of girl you want

to get naked with and roll around in
front of a fireplace.

Get going, I'm Ursula.

What's with him?

Reality cramps.

Tell me about it.

So, you're Ursula... Schmeindorf.

Weindorf, that's German, isn't it? Yeah,
it means bad sausage.

Your Honor, I... Oh, hi.

These are a couple of your co-workers.
Would you like to meet them?

It's only two weeks.

What's the point?

She seems sweet.

You know, I got a feeling we're going to
miss the big guy even more.

Yeah. Well, when we see him, let's not
mention anything about this, okay? He's

got enough to think about already.

You guys going to see Bull? Yeah, you
want to come along?

No.

Okay. We'll see you when we get back.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait, wait, wait,
wait. You're going to go see Bull, and

you're not forcing me to go along with
you.

Well, I just assumed you'd want to come,
Dan, so you could peek in on those

experiments in human sexuality.

I'll drive.

Are you getting anything yet?

Not this time. Sorry.

Mr. Shannon, don't be sorry.

Your work in telepathic communication
with animals has been marvelous.

It's a living.

Dr. Malloy, please report to C-Wing,
room seven.

Gotta run.

I'm gonna leave you wired up, though,
just in case they say anything.

Okay, but the gerbils don't seem very
chatty today.

What'd you say?

Wait, let me get this down.

Peter?

Piper?

Hey,

come on.

What are you trying to do, get me in
trouble?

Olly olly oxen, free, free, free.

Hey, guys, come on in.

Sorry I can't get up. I'm wired to
rodents.

Not just anyone who can say that.

Hey, Paul, what do they do over here in
this room with all the leather

recliners? Oh, that's where they do
their sex experiments.

And when do they do these sex
experiments?

All the time.

You know, Bull, you look great. Place is
the same without you. Don't be a

stranger. I'll wait for you over here.

So, what exactly do you think about in a
think tank, Bull?

Oh, whatever comes into my mind. What
makes gravity work? How radiation

penetrates matter?

Why men have nipples?

What'd you come up with on that one?

My theory is they're sort of like the
portholes on a 54 Buick.

Just for decoration.

Please tell me my tax dollars aren't
paying for this.

Mr. Shannon, the research team wants to
reschedule your time in the sensory

deprivation tank. And with that DNA
study, they want your notes on it by

tomorrow morning.

Jeez, sounds like they really got you
hopping, huh, Bo?

No, that's Thursday.

Stress test.

Uh, Dr. Malloy?

Yes, Miss Sullivan?

Uh, not that I'm brooding about it or
anything, but I have a question about my

IQ test.

Yes?

Well, I've always thought of myself as,
well, brainy.

At least smarter than Bull.

Your score was nothing to be ashamed of.

Well, who said I was ashamed?

I'll have you know I came in second in
my class in law school.

Well...

You'll always have that.

What a conehead.

Excuse me, Mr. Fielding.

Okay, I'm ready. You can send in the
next couple.

So tell me, Doc, what are you trying to
do with all these gauges and meters and

stuff here?

We're trying to isolate to trigger
mechanisms that stimulate human sexual

arousal.

A couple of piña coladas and my hormones
are wearing party hats, babe.

Mr. Fielding, these experiments are of a
serious and professional nature.

Well, Dr.

Malloy, I'll have you know that I have
logged thousands of hours of field

experience covering the entire range of
tactile, physio, kinetic responses in

relation to... Whoa, here are the naked
people.

We call them subjects.

Let the games begin!

So, uh, what are these for, Bull?

Oh, we're studying nonverbal
communication with animals.

Oh, and have you communicated?

Oh, yeah. Just yesterday I was in the
humpback whale tank, and I actually

learned their beautiful mating song.

Want to hear it?

Okay.

Boy, that'll really turn a girl's head.

100.3.

100.4.

This is what's known as the arousal
phase.

I'll say it is.

We are getting excellent results.

He's seen, Pappy.

Subjects show normal dilation of pupil.

Breathing is steady.

Actual characteristics are responding as
predicted.

You know something? I can't believe you
don't find this belief a bit

stimulating.

I'm a scientist, Mr. Fielding.

Oh, forget science. Look at them.

Two people in a romantic, passionate
embrace.

Hearts pounding.

Pulse racing.

Couples in the ultimate...

A sensual passion.

Oh, damn. Make me scream like a banshee.

What did you say?

I didn't say anything. Yes, you did. You
said make me scream like a banshee.

No, I didn't. You did. You did. I've got
witnesses.

Have you heard anything?

I'm sorry to cut your visit short, but
Mr. Shannon's time is really quite

valuable. Well, see you around, big guy.

Hey, maybe we can catch a movie tomorrow
night.

Sounds great.

Oh, no, you can't. We have that
symposium on memory improvement.

Oh, yeah, I forgot.

Bye, Bob.

Bye. Come on, Dan, we're leaving. Hold
on, hold on a second here. The ice cream

is starting to thaw. Come on, Dan.

No, wait, come on. Listen, it was
something I said. How about that passion

and romance?

Look, come on, come on. All right, look.
You don't have to stick to it. Just

admit that you said it.

I have some wonderful news, my boy.

Great. I could use some. Are you ready?

We're going to Tibet to do research on
the yak.

Say, that is wonderful news.

Why? If we're successful, we might
domesticate the yak worldwide and

provide the developing countries with a
means to feed themselves.

Are you telling me that I might stop
world hunger just by chatting with a

yak?

A very distinct possibility.

And with your potential, there's no
telling what you could accomplish.

God,

I wish I was stupid again.

Court finds the defendant guilty, and
that'll be two days in the pokey.

What else, Mac?

That's it, sir. No more.

Well, then I guess we can call it quits.

Looks like some of us already have.

I guess I'll have to have a little chat
with Miss Congeniality.

Court's adjourned.

So, Dan, you got any plans for the
weekend?

Yeah, I thought I might go visit both
the Institute.

Maybe take a date.

Ursula, I thought we might have a little
talk.

Can it wait till the commercial?

No, it really can't. Oh, fine.

You've screwed up my reception anyway.

Ursula, the efficient administration of
justice relies on everyone fulfilling

their responsibilities.

It's a team.

Now, if one person doesn't do her job,
then the whole team suffers.

Excuse me, I'm on diuretics.

as long as we understand one another.

What a day.

What a week.

What a life.

Good night, Mr. Courtroom.

Good night, Harry.

Boo?

Is that you?

What are you doing here?

Oh, I've been lying over in the corner
for the last couple of hours.

Any particular reason?

They're sending me to Tibet, Harry.

But I don't want to go.

Then don't. But what about domesticating
the yak?

I'm all for that.

As long as you can keep them off the
furniture.

You see, Harry, Dr. Keating says I have
a gift that can make the world a better

place.

So don't you think it's selfish of me
not to use it?

Well... Yeah.

That's what I was afraid of.

I'll try to find you a postcard of some
naked Tibetan girls.

Bull.

Sit down.

It's not just Tibet, is it?

You don't like working at the Institute,
do you?

I'd rather have a root canal perform
through my nasal passage, Harry.

Then quit.

What about my gift?

What about your other gifts?

Huh? I'm talking about... I'm talking
about the things you do here every day

that make the world a better place.

You mean like making sure to warm my
hands before a strip search?

That's one of them.

Or treating these people with dignity.

Or your generosity. You know, I once saw
you give an old man your last buck so

that he could go visit his son.

Sure, but a little bus fare hardly
compares with feeding the world.

That was not just a little buck fare,
Bull. You made a difference in that

life.

So you're saying the world might be
better off if I was back here?

What I'm saying, Bull, is that the world
became a better place the day you were

born.

And it still is, no matter where you
are.

You think about that.

I'm tired of thinking. I just want to be
a belt again.

Right. And welcome back, big guy.

You made the right choice.

Yeah. Besides, that whole yak idea was
not without its flaws.

It seems to me the use of hydroponics
with existing hybrids holds more promise

for expanded food production.

Right.

Maybe I'll just drop the institute a
note.

There you go.

Make solving the world's problems a
hobby, huh? Come on, let's tap a keg of

Bosco.

Oh, by the way.

Is there any chance I could work a
little more overtime?

It's going to take a lot of money to pay
back the Institute.

Pay back the Institute?

For what?

The animals.

Bull.

You didn't let the animals go.

Yes, I did.

I understand you wanting them to have
their freedom, but what good is it going

to do if they're just wandering
helplessly out in the streets of New

York City?

Well, they aren't exactly out in the
streets.

You mean...