All language subtitles for My.Favorite.Martian.S01E31.Miss.Jekyll.and.Hyde.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-NTb

(playful music)

(audience laughs)

- What do you do when
your stomach itches?

(audience laughs)

Ask a silly question.

(odd music)

What's the matter?

Is something wrong,
Uncle Martin?

- I don't know.

Someone coming up the
stairs with Mrs. Brown.

I can't quite make
out who or what.

(wondering music)

- Oh! (laughs)

Oh Tim, have I got
a surprise for you.

Come on in, honey.

(ashamed music)

This is my niece,
Paula Clayfield, Tim.

Oh I could just hardly keep
it a secret she was coming,

because I knew you two would
just hit it off right away.

- Hi there.

- Hi yourself.

- Oh, and this is Tim's
uncle, Martin O'Hara.

He's an inventor.

Oh he's got the
garage just filled

with all sorts of secret things.

He won't even let me see.

- Really?

What kind of things
do you invent, O'Hara?

- Say, maybe Paula can help you.

You know, she used to
be a child prodigy,

and she's still very smart.

- Child prodigy?

(puzzled music)

- This must be your
oxygen recirculator

and waste moisture
conversion unit.

- Uh, yes, uh...

- And that's some kind of a
gadget for dissipating heat,

isn't it?

What do you call that?

- Uh, raster.

I just sort of made it up.

It probably won't work.

- I don't know, O'Hara.

The basic design is
rather ingenious.

I'd like to work on it with you.

- You see, didn't I tell you?

Oh, what pretty
blue and red lines.

I can't make heads
or tails of it.

What's it supposed to be?

- Obviously, Aunt Lorelei,

it's a design for a spaceship.

- Oh you're not
planning on leaving us,

are you, Martin?

- Won't leave in that.

There are some very basic
flaws in the overall design.

This ship will never
get off the ground.

(humorous music)

(strange music)

(beeping)

(comical music)

(expressive orchestral music)

(audience laughs)

- You summon the menace yet?

- This is no joking matter, Tim.

This girl may very well prove
to be just that, the menace.

And now you know
I'm in no position

to let her discover
that I'm a martian.

- Well I don't see what you're
worried about, Uncle Martin.

Um...

(troubled music)

Well, back to the menace,

you know, she can't
really be so smart

if she thinks that your
spaceship won't fly.

- That's where you're wrong.

She is absolutely correct.

(playful music)

(audience laughs)

According to earth's primitive
theories of aerodynamics,

a ship like mine couldn't
rise a foot on its own power,

but then according to
those same principles,

a bumblebee can't fly.

- Oh yes, I've heard about that.

Theoretically, a
bumblebee should crawl

from one flower to another.

Have you seen my
notebook around?

- Oh, uh, it was over
there on the coffee table

last time I saw it.

- Hey, Uncle Martin?

- Hmm?

- What's this?

- Oh that's all that
was left of my raster

when I crash-landed.

I checked it out
on a spectroscope

to try to work out
a substitute alloy.

- Oh.

Well I'll see you
later, Uncle Martin.

(lighthearted music)

- Hi there.

- [Tim] (laughs) Hey there.

- Is your uncle up yet?

- Yes, yes, as a matter of fact.

- O'Hara, I've got an idea

how we can make that thing
you call a raster work.

Come here.

- (laughs) Have
fun, Uncle Martin.

- You've been working under
a fallacious theory, O'Hara.

You're assuming that

once the process of molecular
dissipation has begun,

it will continue under
its own volition,

which is untrue, of course.

Let me show you.

By the way, what is this?

- Oh it's just a piece
of metal I've been using

for a paperweight.

- Looks like magnesium

and some other element
I can't identify.

You know, it might
be interesting

to have that analyzed sometime.

- Yes, it might at that.

- Well, let me show you
now what's the matter

with your theory of
continuing dissipation.

Take a look at that.

You've been ignoring
the conversion loss

in your computation.

However, with the proper shield

to take the first
heatwave impact,

I think we could overcome
that conversion loss

through micro-miniature
electronic impulses.

(bemused music)

(shadowy music)

- Uncle Martin.

Uncle Martin, what's
the matter with you?

- Tim, up until 30 minutes ago,

I couldn't even disappear.

She won't let me
out of her sight.

I think she's got eyes
in the back of her head.

- Oh.

Well maybe she's from
another planet too. (laughs)

- No no no, she's
from Cincinnati.

Tim, I'm worried.

This girl has the
IQ of a super genius

and the innate curiosity of
a natural-born scientist.

Sooner or later she's gonna
put two and two together

and come up with M-A-R-T-I-A-N.

- Hmm, well I'm
sorry, Uncle Martin.

I wish I could help.

- Now wait, now
all we have to do

is divert her attention
from me to you.

Now here's what we'll do.

You make a play for her,
tell her she's beautiful,

make her feel like a woman,

take her to the beach,

take her to the mountains.

Keep her occupied.

You can start tonight.

Now go ask her for a date.

- I can't do that, Uncle Martin!

I, uh, not tonight, no.

I gotta cover a dog show.

- Fine, take her along.

- You mean enter her.

- I don't care what you
have to do, just do it.

(cheerful music)

- First prize.

No, not Paula.

Don't forget to remind me

to take that to the
office tomorrow.

We got to get a picture of
it for the first edition.

- I should've known it
wouldn't work, you and Paula.

You have nothing in common,
nothing to talk about.

- Oh all right, Uncle Martin,
so it was a dull evening.

May I have the coffee please?

- Yeah.

- But I'll tell you what,

if it'll help you in any way,

well if you ever need me
to take Paula out again,

you just say so.

- No no, there's no point in
burdening you with her again.

I'll just have to think of some
other way of fending her off

until Edgar gets here.

- Edgar?

- Don't you know about Edgar?

- No.

Uncle Martin, this is
Earth, I live here,

but unless somebody
tells me something,

I have no way of knowing
what it's all about.

You see, uh, I don't read minds.

- From what I've
been able to glean

of her occasional
thoughts of him,

they have what you Earth
people call an understanding.

- You mean they're
engaged, Paula?

- Not exactly.

As nearly as I can tell,

Edgar keeps putting off
any definite commitment.

- That I can understand.

- He'll be here in a few days

to attend a, uh,
demonstration of a new rocket

at the university.

He's a physicist.

I've been unable
to classify him.

- Well I can
classify him for you.

Any guy that would
think that Paula is a,

well, a, uh...

He has to be a nut.

(amused music)

(Tim whistles)

Hello, Carla?

Tim.

Hi, sweetheart.

(mystical music)

I'll be there right on the dot.

Bye, hon.

(Tim whistles)

- Now on the other hand, O'Hara,

if we could devise some
entirely new method

for assimilating
the heat factor,

say transferring
it from the shield

to a secondary dissipator,

without increasing
the urge count,

I think we might be able to
make this raster of yours work.

Now, take a look at this.

(shocked music)

But keep in mind that

the exponent must be
constant throughout

in order to arrive at the
conjunctive logarithm.

(bewildered orchestral music)

- [Martin] You didn't take
into account the systematic

anohyphenating of
the peripheral arc,

which makes the third
unit a fourth power

instead of a three.

Here, Paula.

- Hi there.

- Hi yourself.

- How about having
dinner with me tonight?

- Who, me?

- Of course.

Yes, of course.

This won't be like the dog show,

but I mean a real
dinner, no hot dogs.

I know a restaurant that
you will just be wild about,

and they have a violinist
who is just magnificent,

and the food is mwah!

- But I was under the
distinct impression

you didn't wanna
be seen with me.

- Whatever gave you
an idea like that?

- [Paula] I was never driven
down so many alleys in my life.

- Oh, well I was trying
to take a shortcut

and I got lost several
times, that's all,

but tonight will be
different, I promise.

- Well, all right.

I mean, if I don't
have to get dressed up.

- (laughs) Geez,
get dressed up, no.

No, you're perfect just
the way you are. (laughs)

Now, uh, now don't
you go away, huh?

I'll be right back.

(whimsical music)

(Tim clears his throat)

Uh, hello, Carla?

(peaceful music)

Good night, Paula.

- Good night, Tim.

(twinkling music)

- Uncle Martin, what do
you think you're doing?

Please let me go!

- Tim, I thought you'd
be anxious to know

that I figured out a
way to build my raster.

- Bully for you.

- It came to me all in a flash

from an idea Paula had.

What she proposed
wouldn't work, of course,

but it did give
me the idea to...

Tim.

Tim, you didn't.

- I did.

I asked Paula to marry me.

- But Tim, this girl
has a super intellect.

- Well what do you think
attracted me to her

in the first place?

(bemused music)

(cheerful music)

- Good morning, Mr. O'Hara.

Is Tim at home?

- Come in, Paula.

Tim went to the store.

He'll be back in a few minutes.

(doubtful music)

- What did you do to Tim
last night, hypnotize him?

He kept telling me
I was beautiful,

and I really felt
almost beautiful.

I felt wonderful and
alive and different,

but this morning...

(emotional music)

Do you think Tim will still
feel the same way about me

this morning?

- That's entirely up to you.

(sweet music)

Paula,

you aren't beautiful

because you've never
tried to be beautiful.

You're even afraid
of being a woman.

You have this great,
giant intellect

and you think that's enough.

You cling to it like a child
clings to a teddy bear.

It's your security.

You're afraid to let go
of it even for a moment.

You're a coward, Paula,

afraid to compete with other
women on their own level.

- I don't need to
compete with other women.

- That's right, you don't.

You feel too superior.

Be a woman, Paula.

I dare you to even try.

Maybe I can help.

You don't really need
those glasses, do you?

(shy music)

Have you got a
comb in your purse?

- I think so.

(hopeful music)

(audience laughs)

Do you think Tim
will like the new me?

- Why don't you ask him?

He's about to drive
into the driveway now.

Oh I have an extremely
acute sense of hearing,

and our automobile has
its own peculiar sound.

(Paula laughs)

(expressive orchestral music)

- Oh Mr. O'Hara, how can
I ever really repay you

for everything you've done?

- Your happiness and Tim's
are all I care about.

(enchanted music)

If I weren't so smart, this
never would've happened.

(amorous music)

- Why, it's Edgar.

Edgar.

- Hello.

(audience laughs)

- Edgar, it's Paula.

- Oh.

Oh.

(laughs) I'm sorry.

I, uh,

I didn't recognize you.

You're wearing a
different dress.

- Well. (laughs)

- Uh, excuse me.

Uh, don't go away.

We'll wanna go directly to
the university from here.

Well,

how have you been, Paula?

- She's been fine.

- Yes.

(expressive orchestral music)

- Did you see him?

Did you see Edgar?

She ran off to the
university with him.

Oh boy, it's gonna
be quite a shock

when she tells him about us.

- Now I know it was
there this morning

because I rechecked it
in the spectroscope,

and then Paula
came in and she...

Holy jumping Jupiter,
she couldn't have!

- Couldn't have what?

- She must've put
it in her purse!

Come on, let's go!

- Now wait a minute,
where are we going?

- We're going to the university.

If Paula finds that
martian alloy in her purse,

she won't be able to
resist analyzing it

in the laboratory,

and that's all I need.

(fast music)

(regal music)

They're not there.

"Thus by liquefying the oxygen,

"we increase the pressure to
a measurable ratio of... "

The trouble is that

there are so many
brilliant minds around here

that it's going to be difficult
to find Paula's and Edgar's.

"Hot pastrami on rye with
potato salad on the side."

- That's me.

We missed lunch.

I'm awful hungry.

(sneaky music)

Why don't you just
disappear and walk on in?

- Once inside I may
have to ask directions,

and most people are reluctant

to answer questions
from disembodied voices.

(suspenseful music)

Wait here.

(perplexed music)

(audience laughs)

- Uncle Martin, I hope
you're not planning on doing

what I think you're
planning on doing.

- If it's all the same to you,

I'll take care of the
mind-reading department.

Here, put this on.

No no, wait, someone's coming.

- Uncle Martin, look, we can't
sneak into a restricted area.

It's 20 years in
Leavenworth if we're caught.

- Stop bickering.

(misty music)

- No matter which way I look,
I keep seeing Leavenworth.

- Well if it
bothers you so much,

why don't you close your eyes?

I beg your pardon,

do you happen to know
Dr. Edgar Edgarton?

- Edgarton, Edgarton, uh,

is he here for
the demonstration?

- Yes, he's a friend
of Paula Clayfield.

- Oh sure, he's
from Midwest Tech.

The last time I saw them,

they were heading
for the testing lab.

- The testing lab?

- Yeah.

They, uh, had a alloy
specimen they found someplace,

wanted to check it out.

The, uh, testing lab is
right down this corridor

and three doors to the
right on the next corridor.

- Thank you.

Thank you very much.

- Thanks.

See you around, Louise.

- Yeah. (laughs)

(comical music)

Uncle Martin, look look look!

- Shh!

- Nobody's gonna
believe that's me!

- Shh shh shh shh.

They're in there
testing the alloy

on the radial spectrograph.

- Well could they find
out anything that way?

- Plenty!

Someone's coming in here!

Quick, disappear!

(bumbling music)

- Martin, you know
I can't disappear.

(humorous music)

- Paula, that spectrograph
must be broken.

- It checked out all right
with the specimen controls.

- Yes, I know, but uh,

all I can say is if we
get comparable results

from the gas vapors,

we're just gonna have to go
to the head of the department,

that's all.

That's strange, I've
never noticed it before.

- Noticed what before?

- You're beautiful.

That's it!

- [Paula] What's it?

- Well ever since I
got here this morning

I've had a vague uneasy feeling

that there's
something I should do.

I just realized what it was.

(affectionate music)

(spooky music)

(audience laughs)

- Uncle Martin.

Did you have anything to do
with that Cinderella bit?

- That's a pretty
direct question.

- Why here's another one.

Why do I always
have to be the punk?

Carla, sweetheart?

Hi, this is Tim, I'm
completely recovered.

Yes, well I thought maybe
you'd like to have dinner

with me tonight.

Well I have this little--

- Come in, Mrs. Brown.

(audience laughs)

- How'd you know it was me?

- Mrs. Brown, I have a
seventh sense about you.

- Oh, that's nice.

Guess what's in this letter?

- All right, hon, fine.

Look, I'll pick you up at
eight o'clock, all right?

- It's from Paula and Edgar

and they're having a wonderful
time on their honeymoon.

Oh they've been to the
aquarium and the museum

and Grant's tomb, just
everywhere, even Ellis Island.

But you know what?

- No, what?

- Well, Paula said she had
the most marvelous idea

on how to fix Martin's raster,

so they're both on the
way back to help him.

Isn't that wonderful?

Oh, when I read the letter

I could just see
your smiling faces.

(sarcastic music)

(audience laughs)

(comical music)