All language subtitles for My.Favorite.Martian.S03E02.Go.West.Young.Martian.2.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-NTb_Subtítulos01.ENG

(suspenseful music)

- [Narrator] Hold it!

If you remember last week.

I said hold it!

That's better.

Now if you remember
last week while being

pursued by Marshal Brennan,
Uncle Martin and Tim

had to rescue Lauralee from some

very shady characters
in the saloon.

A fight ensued and

(yells) for the
last time, hold it!

Anyway, as they started
to make their getaway,

they were captured
by Marshal Brennan.

Before Uncle Martin could
raise a levitating finger,

he found himself being
handcuffed along with Tim.

And both were led away to jail,

leaving Lauralee to fend for
herself in the Wild, Wild West.

(reproachful orchestral music)

- And, to the already existing
charge of counterfeiting,

I'm adding breaking
jail, grand theft,

assaulting an officer,
and inciting to riot.

- Be my guest.

(audience laughs)

(ironic music)

(other-worldly music)

(beeps)

(whimsical music)

(changes to ominous music)

- Uncle Martin, I'm cognizant
that arts and crafts

are great therapy
for prison life,

but would you mind putting
down that pencil and paper

and talking to me, I'm worried.

- Shut up, Tim,
we're not licked yet.

- Oh well that's great
advice which might

be appreciated by
a postage stamp.

(audience laughs)

Me, I prefer something just
a little more substantial.

Here we are in
St. Joe, Missouri.

- I'm quite aware of that.

- In 1849.

- All we have to do is get back

to California and
the time machine.

- Don't you think you're
over-simplifying the problem?

It's not the same as following
the yellow brick road.

- Yeah.

(audience laughs)

- First we get arrested by
Brennan's great-grandfather

for spending two perfectly
legitimate Roosevelt Dimes.

- Tim.

- And then we get away from
him, we run into Mrs. Brown's

great grandmother, she gets
robbed, we get blamed for it.

- Tim.

- I know, I know,
all we have to do

is get her money back to her,
then get her to California

otherwise there won't
be a Mrs. Brown.

But here we are in jail.

- Are you finished?

- Yes.

- Good, now if you'll
kindly extract yourself

from the mire of self-pity
that you've been wallowing in,

I'd like to discuss our escape.

- Escape, why didn't you say so?

- 'Cause trying to interrupt
you is more impossible

than trying to have the
last word with an echo.

(audience laughs)

Now you better take this first.

- What is it?

- It's a map showing
where the time machine is

and how to locate it
by 1849 landmarks.

I want you to have
it just in case

anything happens
to me on the way.

With it, at least you
can return in time.

- Well, Uncle Martin, I--

- Ah ah ah ah ah, let's
dispense with the sentiment,

I'm not dying on the trail yet.

Now, how to get out of here.

(springing noise)

- Do you mean that you could've
opened that at any time?

(audience laughs)

- The problem wasn't
getting us out,

it's getting Brennan in.

We've gotta make sure that
we get a good head start.

- Oh, you mean you're
going to incarcerate him.

- Exactly.

All right Tim, the door's open,

if the Marshal tries to
stop us we'll jump him.

He can't get us both at the
same time, heh, heh, heh.

- Oh I can, cowboys,
don't either of ya move.

And how'd you get
that door open?

- Simple from in here, sir,
the lock's catch doesn't hold.

- Oh, it doesn't, does it.

Okay, out there, where
I can keep an eye on ya.

Get out there!

(ominous orchestral music)

There, that'll hold it.

(downward swooping noise)

(audience laughs)

- Marshal, you're absolutely
right, that lock works fine.

Goodbye now, we've
gotta catch a train.

- You come back, come back!

Stop or I'll, stop
or I'll shoot.

(gun falls on the floor)

I could just scream.

(audience laughs)

- Sure hope they don't find him

'til we're a long
way outta town.

- Yeah well the odds
are in our favor,

the sherriff of St. Joe's
away for two days and I doubt'

if anyone else has reason
to inspect those cells.

(thumps)

- Now whaddaya know Pete, they
done escaped from jail again.

Can't say they ain't
got a lot a spirit.

- Yeah well I'm more worried
if they still got that money

the won from me
in the poker game.

- This one's cleaner than a
turkey on Thanksgivin' Day.

- This one ain't got a dime--

What's this?

It's a map.

California, see.

Los Angeles, map.

- A mine, it's a
map to a gold mine.

It's gotta be, that X is
where you start diggin'.

We're gonna be rich, man.

- I er, you want
everybody to know?

- What about them?

- Well now we just
can't clutter up

the streets of St. Joe with
criminals lyin' around.

(audience laughs)

(ominous music)

(groans)

- Ah well it's about time,
I was beginning to think

you'd sleep through
breakfast, too.

- Breakfast, ow.

- Oh but careful, careful there.

You've each got a lump on the
back of your heads the size

of a silver dollar, well
what happened to you anyway?

- Exactly what we'd
like to know, dear lady.

How did we get here?

- Oh well I sort of
stumbled over you

on the way back to my wagon.

Some of my neighbors
were nice enough

to help carry you here.

After all I did feel
I owed you something

for getting me the money
for this wagon and all.

- Gesture we greatly
appreciate, I assure you.

Yeah, well I think you
better rest a mite more

while I get some more
cold water for your heads.

- You know Uncle Martin, it
couldn't have been robbery,

'Cause we didn't
have a thing on us.

Uncle Martin, the
map, it's gone.

- Are you sure?

- I'm positive, yeah.

- Whoever took that
map is undoubtedly

under the illusion it's a
map indicating a gold strike.

- A gold str--
(laughs), oh brother.

Boy is he gonna be
surprised when he digs--

- When he digs up the CCTBS
and not knowing what it is

they might very
easily destroy it.

Tim, we've got to find
whoever took that map.

- That's fine, where
do we start looking?

- In the most logical
place, if they're going

to California they
must be on this train.

(adventurous music)

(harp)

(woman sighs)

- Ah, ah, Miss Gluts,
my nephew and I

were just wondering
if you perhaps

could use a couple
of extra hands.

Oh, good heavens, no, one free
charm is plenty thank you.

- What my uncle meant
was, perhaps you

could use some
help on your wagon.

- 'Cause after all even though
you will be with the train

still a mighty perilous journey
for a lone woman to make.

- Oh well I'm sure
I'll be quite safe.

And besides, I'm afraid
I've spent all of my--

- Money, don't even
mention the word.

Food and lodging
will suffice, ma'am.

Now you just go
inside and relax.

We'll take care of
everything from here on.

All right, hitch up the team,
check the water barrels,

make sure the wheels and
axles have been greased.

- Uncle Martin, now that
you've helped Lauralee

would you mind tellin' me where
I can get some extra hands?

(audience laughs)

(hopeful orchestral music)

What are you doing,
mass mind reading?

- I'm still trying to locate
who on this train has our map.

- Well that shouldn't
be too hard,

all you have to do
is find somebody

who can't think
about anything else

but claiming a gold
mine in California.

- Mm that's the
trouble, this is 1849

and everybody down there's
thinking the same thing.

(audience laughs)

(bright orchestral music)

(harmonica music)

- Did it ever occur
to you that the guys

that took that map may
not be in this train?

- Tim, it is highly
unlikely that they

would set out cross-country
from Missouri all by themselves.

- Oh, you may be right
but, boy those guys

are sure keepin' to
themselves, under wraps.

(yawns)

I'm tired, I'm gonna
turn in, how about you?

- Hmm, oh no no, no thanks.

I think I'll stay
up and read a while.

(audience laughs)

- Oh Tim, Tim I wonder if
you'd mind doing me a favor

and taking this pie to
the Harrison's for me.

They're about four
or five wagons back.

- Oh sure, Miss
Gluts, cream pie, eh?

Well um, what kind of a

that's sour cream.

- Well of course, silly, it's
a sweet and sour cabbage pie.

(audience laughs)

- You're pulling my leg.

- Oh heavens, no.

Maybe your pants are
caught in your boot.

(audience laughs)

(bright orchestral music)

(ominous music)

(harp)

- I told you it was them, Pete.

D'you think they know
we're on the train?

- Nah, we've kept
outta sight real good.

'Sides, they can't
prove we took their map.

- We still oughta fill 'em so

full of holes you
can't mail 'em home.

Get rid of 'em once and for all.

- What and have the whole
wagon train down on our necks?

Red, don't let your
mind go wanderin'.

It's too small to
go out by itself.

(audience laughs)

Wait a minute, I've got
a real practical way

to get them fellas
from botherin' us.

(harmonica music)

(snores)

- Tim, Tim.

Tim, wake up.

- What, ugh what.

- Lauralee.

- What?

- Lauralee, she's gone.

- Huh?

- Forget about the map or
trying to get the gold mine

or you'll never see
your lady friend again.

(leaves crunch)

You know, Uncle Martin,
it's times like these

when things look darkest,
and the whole world

looks like it's gonna cave in,

that men like us have to
pull our shoulders back

and raise our heads to
the heavens and shout

"I want my mother."

(audience laughs)

(ominous orchestral music)

(harp)

(bright orchestral music)

(levitation sound)

Anything?

- Tim I've got my human
vibrational scanner

open all the way and
nary a ping nor a pong.

- Oh fine.

- Ah but cheer up,
remember, today's

gray clouds are
tomorrow's blue skies.

- Uncle Martin, if
there's one thing

I don't need right now,
it's a weather report.

(audience laughs)

(pinging noise)

- Tim, I pinged.

- Good for you.

(pinging noise)

- I pinged again.

(ponging noise)

And now I've ponged.

- I'm standing here
burning to a crisp

and you're playing ping pong.

- Tim you don't understand,
two pings and a pong.

The pong is
undoubtedly Lauralee.

- Well come on, what are
we waiting for, let's go.

(harp)

(ominous orchestral music)

- Looks like we got
here just in time,

they're about to break camp.

- Yeah, but how're
we gonna stop 'em.

They've got guns, we haven't.

- The odds are slightly
uneven, I admit.

However they'll just have
to suffer the consequences.

(audience laughs)

- Uncle Martin, aren't
you a little mixed up?

I said that they have the guns.

- Only guns, we have
far greater weapons

to turn against them,
their own minds.

(laughs)

- What are you gonna do, mow
'em down with a headache?

(audience laughs)

- Almost, a well-aimed shot of

delusionary illusion
should send them running.

Fear, Tim, is a much greater

destructive force
than gunpowder.

Now let's see, I should have
something in my historical

motion picture bank
to turn against them.

Something that I could
project, yes of course, now.

(other-worldly music)

(clicks)

(dinosaur roars)

- Imaginary illusion?

(turning-off noise)

(audience laughs)

Boy, you sure must
have some crazy

shooting galleries back home.

- My, what in the world
made them run off like that?

- What in the world, indeed.

I'm afraid that'll always
be a mystery, Lauralee.

- Uncle Martin, Uncle
Martin you are a genius.

They took off so fast they
didn't even take the map.

Say Uncle Martin, do
you have any more movies

in the mental motion
picture bank of yours.

Yeah well then, you
have some westerns

with Indians in 'em don't you?

- Yes.

- Well turn off,
will you please?

- What are you talking
about, it is off.

- It is?

- Yes.

- Well then, take a look
what's on the live stage.

(tribal music)

(chants and yells)

Well I don't dig the
lyric, but I have a funny

feeling they're
playing our song.

(audience laughs)

- Yes they are, our swan song.

- What, you mean you
speak their language?

- Eh, just enough to get by on.

I'm really much
better at Comanchee.

- Well do something,
tell 'em we're friends.

- Tim, these are Yuma Indians.

One of the most treacherous
tribes in the west.

They aren't interested in
developing their social life.

- There's gotta be
something you can do.

- Well our only chance is
for me to get out there

and convince the medicine
man to let us go.

- Well just how do
you intend to do that?

- Hmm, by following
the ancient adage

I started a long time ago, if
you can't lick 'em, join 'em.

(audience laughs)

(harp)

(downward swooping noise)

(upward swooping noise)

- Hey, what about me?

- Well I'm afraid you'll have
to stay here for a while, Tim.

I've got to go this alone.

(upward swooping noise)

(sighs)

- Well, looks who's here.

- Oh there a, so the
injuns got you too.

- Oh Marshal, you have
remarkable sense of observation.

- And they've got a
woman prisoner, too.

Say, where's your partner?

- Who, yeah, Uncle
Martin, well uh he

- Managed to get away and
save his own skin, huh?

Figured him to be a
coward, I tell you--

- Marshal, they say
that talk is cheap,

you must get yours wholesale.

(audience laughs)

(chants and yells)

(downward swooping noise)

(speaks in foreign language)

- Come, great warrior
spirit come down from sun.

Where other paleface?

(groans)

(speaks in foreign language)

Other paleface gone, escaped.

(yells)

- Easy Tim, it's only me.

- Uncle Martin, what are
you doing in that getup?

- Playing the great
warrior spirit

come down in person
to get his sacrifices.

(roars)

(sighs)

- Golden hair hangs
nice from spirit's belt.

- Oh, go on with ya, I bet you
tell that to all the squaws.

- I'll take all three of them.

- But what of other
paleface who ran away?

- You wait, we catch.

- Forget him, you
can owe me one.

(ominous tribal music)

- Well there not
marchin' me out to

get scalped now
without a fight anyway.

- Yeah.

- Oh. (mumbles)

- Well you did it
this time, Brennan.

And I almost had us out of here.

(speaks in foreign language)

- But how?

- There's no time for a
question-and-answer period.

Take Lauralee and
two of those horses

and head for Fort Yuma.

Tim and I'll try to decoy,
okay you stay here Tim.

(otherworldly vibration noise)

(audience laughs)

- There, that should
freeze them temporarily.

- How temporarily?

- In this heat,
they could thaw out

in no time at all, come on.

(bright orchestral music)

(harp)

(harp)

(cheers and war cries)

(harp)

- Well, do you
think we lost 'em?

- I think so.

Our best chance is to
make it to the CCTBS

before anyone makes it to us.

- Yeah but what about
Brennan and Lauralee?

- She should be in Yuma by now,

and I hope we've lost Brennan as

easily as we did those Indians.

- Yeah.

(springing sound)

(harp)

(bright orchestral music)

- Don't worry, Marshal,
we'll see that Miss Gluts

reaches her destination safely.

- Fine, now there's only one
more request I have Colonel,

I'd like a detail of
your men to help me

bring in my prisoners if the
Injuns didn't get 'em first.

- Oh but William, they
helped us to escape.

- Now Lauralee a lawman's job
isn't always a pleasant one.

But it has to be done.

- Marshal my men are
at your disposal.

(harp)

(bugle calls)

(drums and chants)

(trumpet fanfare)

(drums)

(trumpet fanfare)

(harp)

(yells)

(tribal music)

(trumpet fanfare)

(tribal music)

(trumpet fanfare)

(harp)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Are you sure
that this is where

Mrs. Brown's house
is supposed to be?

- Of course I'm sure, right
over there is Wilsher Boulevard,

and that's Sunset
Boulevard up that way.

That should make this
the handcar park area.

- Of course, how silly of me.

(otherworldly vibrating sound)

- Uh oh.

- What?

- Oh Tim, we're
getting company, look.

(gunshots and tribal music)

- Holy cow, they
must've picked up

a lot of friends on the way.

- If you think that's
something, look over there.

(trumpet fanfare and
ominous orchestral music)

- Then what are we gonna do?

- Find that CCTVS and fast,
this won't hold for long.

(harp and otherworldly
vibration noise)

(tribal music)

(audience laughs)

(harp and otherworldly
vibration noise)

(trumpet fanfare)

- Here, Tim, here it is, hurry.

Well it looks all right,
I just hope the elements

haven't corroded
any of the parts.

- Uncle Martin, this
is no time to test it.

Here they come again.

(trumpet fanfare)

(tribal music)

(audience laughs)

- All right cross your
fingers, Tim, and bon voyage!

(beeps)

(otherworldly sounds)

(coughs)

- Did it work, Uncle Martin?

- I'm right here, Tim.

- What happened, did we make it?

- By the, if we can clear the

smoke away, I think we're home.

- I found a door.

(breathes heavily)

(audience laughs)

Uncle Martin, Uncle
Martin we made it.

- Yeah, yes but I'm afraid
the CCTBS is a bit worn.

The corrosion of some of
its parts for overexposure

has caused quite a bit
of short-circuiting.

- That's too bad.

Can you repair it?

- Yes, it'll take some
time, but I can do it.

- Well the important
thing is we're home,

back, we're safe and sound.

Boy this food looks
pretty uh, yuck.

(audience laughs)

I'd like a hot shower, you know.

Hey what say you barbecue a
couple of king-sized steaks.

- Good, good idea,
I'll get 'em out

of the freezer
right this minute.

- Uncle Martin.

- Yes, Tim?

- How long do you think it'll
take to fix that time machine?

- Oh it'll take a couple of
weeks, give or take a day or so.

- Well then I suggest you set
another place at the table.

(tribal music)

(audience laughs)

(bright orchestral music)

(tribal music)

- Well how do you like yours,
medium, rare, well-done?

(audience laughs)

(tribal music)

(bright orchestral music)