All language subtitles for My.Favorite.Martian.S02E11.Dont.Rain.on.My.Parade.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-NTb_Subtítulos01.ENG

- No relief in sight.

You know, the weather
man's been wrong

many times about rain,

but he's never wrong
about these dry spells.

- Oh, how long?

How much longer?

- He can't even pick a
date, that's how long.

- Well, what are the
poor florists gonna do?

And the farmers?

You know, this is the longest
we've been without rain

for as long as I can remember.

- Yeah, and that's
a long, long time.

(audience laughs)

- I beg your pardon?

- Oh, no, no.

That's not what I
meant Missus Brown.

What I meant was--
- Hi.

Mad dogs and Englishmen, huh?

- I beg your pardon, sir?

- What are you two doing
out in the noon day sun?

Haven't you heard
about our heat wave?

- Well, that's what we
were just talking about.

Oh, what are we gonna do

about my poor little
flowers, Martin?

No matter how much water you
use, the sun dries it up.

A few more days and
we'll be a disaster area.

A few more days won't
matter to my beauty.

She won't be with us.

(audience laughs)

- You know, it's really
too bad about that.

I mean, that's her
prize-winning rose.

It took first place in the last
three garden shows in a row.

- Please, Tim, please.

Do not prevail
upon my sympathies.

It's not fair.

- Well, I just thought maybe
you could do something,

just a little something.

Poor little rose.

Just a little, yeah.

- Alright.

(ominous humming)

(audience laughs)

- Hey, that's right.

I forgot, I just didn't realize.

You could do something
about all this.

- Of course I can.

Point my levitating finger

and make all the flowers
strong and healthy.

- Yeah.

- No, Tim, I can't do that.

Partiality is a
weakness of strength.

- A weakness of strength?

- Yes, a weakness of strength.

Now, that's actually
a Martian saying,

but I guess it lost
something in the translation.

- A weakness of strength.

A weakness of strength.

(Martian beeping)

(Martian beeping)

(lively instrumental music)

- Oh, Mister Baldetti.

- Ah, Missus Brown, hello.

I couldda say it's
a nice day, but how?

How can you say it's a nice day

when the flowers don't live?

- Ah, that's sweet,
Mister Baldetti.

Have you lost many?

- No, but even if one
flower die, it's tragic.

At my age, when
you raise flowers,

they become very
personal to you.

- Well, maybe it'll stop soon.

It just can't keep up forever.

Now look at the sunny side.

- Don't got no choice.

- Oh, well that's
not what I meant.

I mean I'm sure it's gonna rain.

Cloudy days are coming soon.

Now, you just do as I say
and you see if I'm not right.

- How do you say?

- Believe, positive thinking,

keep in your mind
that strong thought.

It works both ways you know.

Every silver lining
also has its cloud.

- Missus Brown, I
got a better idea.

- You have?

- Feet.

- Feet?

- Stamp, dance.

Stamp dance.

- Oohhh.

Ahhhh.

- In the old country,
I was a grape stamper.

(audience laughs)

It may sound silly,
but what I'm doing now,

this, I made it rain.

With the help of the
factory across the river.

- The factory?

- Yeah, across the river.

- Oh.

- Not a cloud in the sky.

Great day for
spaceship skipping.

- Spaceskip ship,
space, space, for what?

- Take out my spaceship.

Scale across your sky like
a flat rock across a brook.

Take people's minds
off the weather.

Let them report a
strange sighting.

- Would you like to
see a strange sighting?

- Huh?

- Right here in
your own backyard.

I think that's Mister Baldetti,

the man who lives behind
Missus Brown's house.

I don't know what he's doing.

I'm sure that's not the
way to stamp out crabgrass.

(audience laughs)

- I got all the
equipment in my garage.

My son, he don't like
for me to use it.

That's why I keep it
locked, hidden in my garage.

- Oh no.

- Believe me, I can make it rain

like I did in the old country.

(audience laughs)

- Oh no.

- No?

- Uh-uh.

That Mister Baldetti.

- Yeah?

- He's a rain maker.

- He's a what?

- A rain maker.

He says he's going to make rain.

- He can't do that.

- Of course he can't.

- Well then what are
you so worried about?

- Because he can make
a lot of trouble.

I've seen those amateurs before.

I had miserable experiences
with them years ago

when I was riding in the
desert with Lawrence of Arabia.

(audience laughs)

They come up with
powers and explosives

that are irritants to
sensitive Martians.

- Well all he's
doing is dancing.

- Let's hope he
keeps it that way.

What's he doing now?

Go see.

- Well, come on,
let's take a look.

- Alright, I'll go with you.

- Well, they're gone.

- He went for his
equipment, I know it.

I have a feeling.

- Uncle Martin,
are you in trouble?

- It depends how far he goes.

(ominous instrumental music)

- Hi.

- Hello, you're Tim.

- Yes.

- You're the young man

who rented with his
uncle from Missus Brown.

- Yeah, that's right.

And you're, um, Mister Baldetti?

- Baldetti.

- Baldetti, yeah.

- You work in a newspaper.

- That's right.

- Daily Sun?

- Yeah.

- You're gonna put
this in the newspaper.

- Well, what is it?

- Just what it looks like.

- It is?

- You never seen one before?

- Yeah, no.

- There she is.

- Boy, sure is a nice one.

(audience laughs)

- Ah, which is a
marvelous observation,

considering you have
never seen one before.

- What is it?

- It's a rain maker.

- That's what it is.

- I had one in the old country.

I left it to my cousins.

- Oh, to make rain?

- To make a living.

Rain making is a big occupation

in the mountains
where I come from.

- Oh, oh.

- I've gotta try it.

All the flowers are dying.

And if it embarrasses my son,

if his father embarrass
him, that's too bad.

- [Radio Announcer]
Now for the weather.

(audience laughs)

Weather for today is
continued high temperature

and cloudless skies.

Farmers in the
southeastern section

are confident their
crops will hold in sp--

(radio changes to
instrumental music)

(radio beeps and clicks off)

(audience laughs)

- Now what's that thing
with all the holes in it?

- This thing makes it spread.

- Spread.

- This thing in here
makes it concentrate.

- Concentrate.

- Poof.

(audience laughs)

(mechanical whirring)

(machine booms)

(audience laughs)

- Martin, stay calm,
read your book,

don't interfere, ignore it.

It will go away.

- Know what happened?

- No.

- It went poof too soon.

Sorry, you shouldn'a
had your face so close.

- Ah, ah, what's in that?

- Carbon, collected
from the exhaust

of the automobiles around here.

It has smog in it.

Rain clouds react to smog.

- Why did it explode?

- I show you.

Mix it with gunpowder
and when she's get hot,

the smoke come in here,
go around in here,

in here and it
comes outta there.

You know something?

- What?

- I don't need that spreader.

- You know something?

- What?

- Neither do I.

(audience laughs)

- What is it?

What was that explosion?

What in the world is that?

- It's my rain making machine.

- Oh, when is it going to rain?

Is it really going to rain?

- I haven't done anything yet.

You see, the powder
explode accidentally.

Come here, I show you.

The smoke, it come up
here, go through here,

go through here--

- And it came out here.

- Be careful, be careful.

That's the way he got it,

putting his face too close.

- Oh, well I didn't know
you exploded things.

I thought you just danced.

- I do dance, but the machine
is a very important part.

Now, in the old country, I
dance on the grapes, huh?

And when the factory
across the river exploded

at the same time, that's it.

Combination I've been
working on for a long time.

- Oh wait.

A cloud.

A cloud!

- Where did that come from?

- It come from me.

I shot off the powder, I
did my dance, and it work.

It's working.

- Oh, now Mister Baldetti.

- The cloud, she's
going that way.

Stand back, stand
back, everybody.

(mechanical whirring)

(thunder rumbling)

- Hmmmmm.

(thunder rumbling)

Hmmmm, cumulonimbus.

That's a fat baby.

Loaded.

I could ah, no, no,
no, but I wouldn't.

I wouldn't because
I don't know how

to put it back together again.

Old Mom Nature knows
what she's doing.

And the radio reports say the
farmers are holding their own.

(mechanical whirring)

(discordant dinging)

- Patience, be cool, Martin.

Don't get involved.

Uh oh, oh I knew it.

I knew it, he's
making it rain, in me.

(mechanical whirring)

(ominous music)

- Will you, will you stop
that dancing down there?

- He's trying to make it rain.

He's a rain maker.

- He is not, he's a smog maker.

And he's making it smog
up here in our apartment.

(thunder rumbles)

(ominous music)

- Pop.

Pop, will you stop that.

Look, you promised me you
wouldn't use this machine.

- He's trying to make it rain.

- Pop.

- That's right,
son, you tell him.

He's making a nuisance.

He's shooting smog
up into my apartment.

(ominous music)

Sir, I'm afraid I'm
going to have to insist

that you cease firing
upon me and this property.

- Pop, please, come
on, let's go home.

- You put your hands on
your papa when he's dancing,

show some respect.

- Please, it's embarrassing.

Come on, Pa.

- Uncle Martin, you're crying.

- He's making it rain in me.

The smog is an irritant
to my eye ducts.

- Come on, Pa.

Look, you remember
the last time?

In the old neighborhood?

You ruined the shingles
on everyone's roof?

- The shingles?

He's gonna ruin my shingles?

- Don't touch my machine.

Have some respect.

- Pa, please.

- I'm going to have to stop him.

- [Son] Come on, Pa.

- Well not in
front of everybody.

(thunder rumbling)

(audience laughs)

- Ah, Pop, what did ya do?

- Oh, rain, rain,
he made it rain.

Isn't that wonderful?

- I did it, I did
it, your Papa did it.

- Pa, look what you did.

You did it again.

- Nah, it's wonderful.

- What happened?

Did he make it, ah?

- Don't be silly.

You made me point
my levitating finger

at that cloud up
there and burst it.

- Me?

You mean you made it rain.

- Stop looking so happy.

I don't know how to stop it.

That's why I didn't want to
do it in the first place.

- Now wait a minute, you
mean you can't stop it?

- And we're in a lot of trouble.

Get two ducks, two
chickens, two dogs, two cats

and a large arc.

- Arc?

- Welcome to the flood.

(thunder rumbles)

- Well, I still
don't understand.

It's been raining seven
days and seven nights.

I mean, enough is enough.

- I agree.

- Well, you started it.

I think you oughta
be able to stop it.

No matter what you say.

- I agree and it seems
highly obvious to me.

I'm working on it.

- Unless, of course,
you didn't start it.

I mean, unless the old man,

unless Mister Baldetti...

- Silly, I did it,
Tim, accidentally.

And I have no way of
undoing the damage

until I work out
all the problem.

- Could we come in?

- Sure.

- Well, what's,
what's all of that?

- Oh, it's, um, clouds, clouds.

All kinds of clouds,
Mister Baldetti.

The extensive downpour we've
been having has fascinated me

and I'm trying to determine

exactly what type of
rain clouds are upon us.

- Pop, we're making a puddle.

- Well, sure we're making
a puddle, we're all wet.

(audience laughs)

But you know, I
didn't cause the rain.

- Yes, that's true.

He got rid of it, the machine.

- Like a big hole in the sky.

If I had caused the rain,

I would have gladly
poke my finger in it

like the little Italian
boy and hold back the rain.

- It wasn't an Italian boy, Pa.

It was a Dutch boy, he
poked his finger in a dike.

- It was an Italian boy.

An Italian boy plumber.

(audience laughs)

- Plumber?

Would you like some hot coffee?

My nephew and I would
like to make you some,

wouldn't we, Tim?

- We would?

- Yes, we would, come on.

- Oh, of course we would.

Scuza.

- Parle Italiano.

- He gave me an idea.

Now quick, you heat up the
coffee, you keep 'em busy.

I'm gonna sneak downstairs
to my spaceship.

- Why?

- Well I just realized
how to stop the rain.

I set my spaceship
off in a big spin

around the back of the clouds.

Now go ahead, go ahead.

You go with the
coffee, heat it up.

- Yeah, well, what
are you doing?

I don't understand.

- I'm gonna shut off
the rain like a faucet,

from the pipe
leading to the water,

wrench, and I close it off.

- Oh.

With your spaceship?

- Baldetti said putting
his finger in the cloud.

That's what I did, I
poked a hole in the cloud

with my levitating finger.

And the way I can shut it off

is by closing the
leak from the back,

like a plumber, a
Martian plumber.

(audience laughs)

- Yeah, yeah.

- Is the coffee ready?

- Almost.

- Where's your uncle?

- He went to...

Uh, yeah, well he had to
go, he went out, the back.

He went downstairs.

He had to find
something in the garage.

- In the garage?

- Yeah.

- Scuze, I got something to do.

(thunder rumbles)

(eerie instrumental music)

(audience laughs)

- Hmm, hmm, he hid it in here.

He didn't get rid of
it, he hid it in here.

Hmm, and he never
noticed my spaceship.

He never lifted the
tarp and looked.

I wish I could walk
between the raindrops

when I'm visible, like
I do when I'm invisible.

(audience laughs)

- Pop, where ya going?

Pop, what are ya doing?

- Alright, don't touch it.

So I broke your lock, sue me.

- I thought you said
you got rid of it.

- I didn't say rid, I
said hid it, I hide it.

Because the rain
is not my fault.

Now get outta my way, I'm
gonna take my machine home.

- Pop, you shouldn't
be out in the rain.

(men yelling and arguing)

- [Martin] Tim.

- What?

Where are you?

- [Martin] Nevermind.

Are they looking?

- No.

(thunder rumbles)

(men arguing)

(ominous instrumental music)

- It's my machine,
show some respect.

It stopped.

(audience laughs)

- And the rains went.

- It stopped.

The rain stopped.

- Well, what happened?

- It stopped.

- Was it my machine?

- Oh, Pa.

- Maybe when we fight
over the machine,

it go off in a special way.

- Oh, look how happy
my flowers look.

(eerie instrumental music)

- Well, all's well
that ends well.

The rains came, the rains went

and I have a hunch it was just

good old Mother Nature finally
remembering her flowers.

And her plants.

- Yes, yes, they are radiant.

And the shingles on my roof

are none the worse for the rain.

Oh, look at that rainbow.

Somewhere, somewhere
over that rainbow--

- It's right here, it's
right here, Missus Brown,

where if a man wanna make
rain, he can make rain.

If he can't make it rain,
he's allowed to try.

Come help your papa
home with his machine.

- Well, it certainly
is nice to see the sun.

Oh, now that the sun's out,

I can put my wash out
on the line to dry.

Excuse me.

- Wash?

In all this rain, she washed?

- That is a lovely rainbow.

- Yes, it is.

- Except it's not a rainbow.

That's my spaceship
tracking across the sky.

- It's what?

- Oh, I can get it down.

But for right now it's fun

because somewhere over
that rainbow is my home,

and at least for a little while,

until she runs out of glink oil,

for those who miss me and
if they're looking down,

I have a marker in the sky.

(thunder crackling)

- Now what?

- Now what, what?

- What?

Rain, that's what,
out there, tons of it.

- Rrr, ruff, ruff.

- I beg your pardon?

- Cats and dogs, isn't
that the way you people

describe a huge rainfall?

Raining that way?

It's raining cats and dogs.

It's an expression of yours
that I find fascinating.

- Mm-hmmm, will you
stop being so funny?

It's raining.

- So?

- Well, just maybe it's got
something to do with ah...

- Oh, you think Mister
Baldetti and his mad machine

are on the loose again?

- Or you.

- Oh, don't be silly, Tim.

My spaceship is safely
back in the garage,

Mister Baldetti is
safely home with his son,

and Missus Brown is joyfully
washing more clothes.

All's right with the world

and Mother Nature is simply
bringing us normal rain.

Oh, I'm saving these.

They make interesting
cloud studies for ah...

- Where are you going?

- I'm not going anywhere.

- Oh, I know.

You're, ah, you're
grounding yourself,

I mean, in case there's
lightning during the storm.

- Very good, Tim, that's right.

How did you figure it?

- Well, living with a Martian,

you know, you learn.

I mean, like before when
you went woof, woof,

and meow, meow, and
you started to explain,

well I began to realize
that when on Mars,

when it's raining
cats and, and dogs?

- Well, um, yes, it does.

In certain--

- No, no don't tell me.

I don't want to know.

There are some things I
just don't want to know.

(audience laughs)

- Ruff, ruff, meow.

Rain, rain, go away, come
back again some other day.

(audience laughs)

(peppy instrumental music)