All language subtitles for My.Favorite.Martian.S03E21.Martin.the.Mannequin.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-NTb_Subtítulos01.ENG

(light music)

- Well, what do you
think, Uncle Martin?

Hmm? Suave, debonair?

Sort of gives me that
Charlie-success look,
don't you think?

- Mhm, and at these prices,

you can easily wind up
as Billy Bankruptcy.

- That is the way it is with
Martians, too practical.

- Perhaps, but we Martians
still believe necessity

to be the mother of invention.

Not the father of
overextended charge accounts.

Now, shall we go?

- Hey, Uncle Martin,

now here is a necessity
that I'm out of.

Aftershave lotion. Let's see
Male Call, Smooth Sailing.

Hey look at this, Homme Fatale.

Well that sounds sort of

(purrs)

(audience laughs)

How's that?

Homme Fatale, the men's cologne
that the women just love.

Well I wonder, it
smells like money.

(audience laughs)

Uncle Martin?

(dramatic music)

Uncle Martin what's the matter?

- (Martin) I'm afraid some
of the chemical ingredients

in your Homme Fatale
could also be fatal

to a Martian as well.

It's frozen my central
control system, paralyzing me.

- How can I hear you but
your mouth's not moving?

- (Martin) I've
also got my shoes on

but I'm not walking either.

Now, get me out of here and home

so I can arrest this situation
before it becomes permanent.

- Oh, brother.

(lively music)

- How come you're so light?

- (Martin) The process
dehyrdrates and evaporates

all the water from the body.

- Oh.

- Sir?

Which way do you think you're
going with that store dummy?

(audience laughs)

(slowing music)

(light music)

(beeping)

(My Favorite Martian theme song)

(energetic music)

- Look, fella, I was not
trying to purloin anything.

As a matter of fact, he's not
a dummy, not by a long shot.

No, he happens to
be a mannequin.

- Mannequin shmanikan, this
dummy is store property.

- Well I'm a customer, and I
was interested in this suit,

and I wanted to see
it in the light.

- We would've been most happy

to remove a similar suit
from the rack to show you.

- But I wanted to
see it on somebody!

- Please put down the dummy.

Well the suit it's displaying

has to be discontinued
number anyway.

It's no longer in our stock.

Howard, over here!

Undress this dummy and replace
the discontinued number

it's wearing with 235 the
tweed, or 397 the black molay.

- Yes, sir, right away.

- Hold it, hold it.
You can't do that.

- Can't do what?

- Undress him.

Out here in public with all
these people walking around.

- Sir, need I remind
you that this only a ...

- Please! Even a dummy has
his modesty to think about.

(audience laughs)

- Are you sure you're
feeling alright?

Remove the garment, Howard.

- Howard, don't touch that suit!

I want to buy it, and I
don't want anybody putting

their cotton-picking
hands on it.

Now, how much is it?

- Well, it used to be 87.50,
I try to remember all the ...

- 87.50, and how
much is the dummy?

- The dummy is not for sale.

I've already told you, the
dummy is store property.

- Alright, and now the
suit is my property.

And if you try to remove your
property from my property,

well that is my property,

I will have you arrested for
trespassing with my property.

That is the law.

(audience laughs)

- It's most irregular.

I shall have to
consult my superior.

Howard, you go stand
by the front door,

keep your eye out for
that dummy and Mister ...

O'Hara, until I return.

- What am I gonna do, I
can't get ya outta here.

- (Martin) So I've observed.

The only alternative
is for you to get

my molecular
revitalizing ray gun,

so I can defrost my
central control system

and bring it back here.

You'll find it in the glove
compartment of my spaceship.

Now, hurry!

- Wait a minute, what if
that manager comes back?

And decides to remove
you or remove that suit

while I'm gone?

- (Martin) I think we can
handle that situation.

Face me towards the elevator
he's about to go up in.

(dramatic music)

There should be a little
power left in my fingertip

before my controls
went off, here it goes.

(whooing noise)

There, getting him
stuck between floors

should give you ample time.

Now, get moving or I never will!

(energetic music)

- I'm sorry but this
suit is already sold.

(audience laughs)

(upbeat music)

Alright Uncle Martin.

I got it.

- And none too soon.

The store engineer's finally
released the elevator.

Alright, Tim, point
the ray gun at me

then move approximately four
feet away and pull the trigger.

- You're sure you want me to?

- Tim, don't argue, hm?

Just move back and fire.

(dramatic music)

- Why don't you
look where you're?

- Well, Tim, what
are you doing here?

- Obviously he's holding
up the store, Lorelei.

Better put your hands up,
partner, he looks dangerous.

- Oh, Bill, don't be silly.

What are you doing with
that gun in your hand?

(stutters)

- Toy! I bought it
for one of my nephews.

- Come off it, O'Hara,
admit the truth.

- Truth?

- You can't fool a
trained deductive mind.

If you had bought that
gun for your nephew,

it would be gift wrapped.

He obviously bought
it for himself.

- Keep talking, Brennan,

because when you
stop it sounds great.

- Oh, boys, now I wish
you wouldn't argue,
this is no place!

- Lorelei's right.

Now why don't you take your toy

and go out and play
on the free way?

While we grownups continue
with our shopping.

- Shopping! Oh you
gonna shop here?

No, no, you don't shop here.

Listen, it's terrible here.

Why don't you go
over to Lacie's, they
have a great bargain.

- Do you mind? I happen
to like this store.

In fact, I buy all
my clothes here.

- Oh you do? No wonder
that suit doesn't fit.

Now look, you see,
see how it pinches?

- O'Hara ...

- Well it certainly does
look pinched to me, dear.

- He's the one who's going
to get himself pinched

if he doesn't let go of me.

(audience laughs)

- Honestly, I don't know
why it is every time

you and Bill and
Martin get together ...

By the way, where is your uncle?

- Oh, he's around, somewhere.

- Where?

- Oh, I'd say over in
the toy department.

- Toy department? That's
not the toy department.

- In space toys.

- Oh, the space toys.

- Yeah, try Notions,
Notions looks good.

- Notions? Now
where would that be.

What would he be
doing in Notions?

- I dunno, I just have a
notion he might be there.

I guess he just got
stuck someplace.

- Oh well, that's a shame.

With you here, I thought
surely I'd run into him too.

Ooh!

Oh, what a lovely fabric.

Oh, Bill, come over here
and look at this fabric!

Oh, this is very attractive,

although I don't particularly
care for the hat.

- If you don't like
the hat, Mrs. Brown,

then you're not
gonna like the suit,

because you see, this
hat comes with the suit.

- It does?

- Yes, yes. You've heard of a
suit having two pair of pants?

This suit has a hat.

- Oh, well maybe we
can exchange the hat

for another pair of pants.

(audience laughs)

Oh, then again, that'd be silly.

After all, how could Bill
possibly wear two pair of pants?

- What did you see, Lorelei?

- Oh, never mind Bill,
it's not for you.

Even if you could've
exchanged the hat,

you certainly don't
have four legs.

(audience laughs)

- Mr. O'Hara!

Mr. O'Hara!

Mr. O'Hara.

My supervisor was in
absolute accord with me.

The dummy is not ...

(dramatic music)

The dummy is not for sale.

Either you remove the suit
or take back your check.

- You mean he wanted
to buy the dummy?

Oh, oh, oh, O'Hara,
I'm ashamed of you.

I mean, I could
understand a growing boy

playing with toy
guns, but with dolls.

(audience laughs)

- Well, Mr. O'Hara, do you
want the suit or do you not?

- Well, I don't think
you outta buy it.

You won't look
good in a Homburg.

- A Homburg?

- The hat that
goes with the suit

instead of the
other pair of pants.

(audience laughs)

- Madam, I haven't
the slightest idea

what you're talking about.

This hat belongs ...

- To my uncle! I'm giving
it to him as a gift.

Yes, yes, yes, I'm giving
him the hat and the suit,

and you leave it on the dummy
until I wanna leave with it.

Alright, now take the check.

And why don't you go over
and wait on that nice man?

(audience laughs)

- Strange, I just know I've met
that dummy somewhere before.

(audience laughs)

- Oh well, I'll go
and sit over there

and wait for you boys to
finish with your shopping.

- Uncle Martin,
what am I gonna do?

I can't get clear enough
to get a shot at you.

- (Martin) You
better find some way,

I can feel my control
system tightening up.

Another thirty minutes or so,

and they'll be frozen so solid,

even the molecular
revitalizer won't help me.

- Hey, Uncle Martin, look.

I think we're running
into a little luck.

- (Martin) It's about time,
we've run into everyone else.

(audience laughs)

- I didn't do nothing.

- Well of course you
didn't, didn't, didn't.

But would you like
to do something?

- Like what?

- Well, like, hm.

Well shooting that
dummy over there.

- Okay.

- You see, he's Jesse
James, the famous outlaw.

- Aw, he ain't Jesse James.

- Well you could pretend he's
Jesse James, couldn't ya?

(audience laughs)

- But I can believe
he's a Martian!

I hate Martians, they're
all green inside!

(audience laughs)

- Okay, well then
he's a Martian, okay.

Alright, now let's go get him.

(crescendo music)

- Alright, now
take a bead on him.

And remember, he is
a Martian who is ...

- All green inside.

- No, no no, he's not a Martian.

I know now where
I've seen him before.

Tim, he looks
exactly like your ...

- Alfred, how many
times have I told you

not to wander away
when I'm shopping?

Come on, Alfred.

- Look, Mrs. Brown.

(dramatic music)

(audience laughs)

- Uncle Martin, Mrs.
Brown, that little boy.

She, she, that ray gun.

- Tim, in the name of Neptune,
get a hold of yourself.

This is no time to panic.

- I happen to think it's
a perfect time to panic.

You're frozen stiff,
she's frozen stiff,

and that little boy is out
there with that ray gun

and she ...

Can she hear us?

- No, she's frozen in the
state of suspended animation.

- Well, that's just great.

I thought that ray gun was
supposed to de-freeze people!

- Yes, but the molecular
revitalizer ray

works in reverse on humans.

It's my own fault, I
should've warned you.

However, we do have sixty
minutes to undo the harm

that could befall Lorelei,
and ten minutes for me.

- Sixty minutes,
and ten minutes.

- Correction, 58 and eight.

You've already wasted
two minutes here

falling apart at the seams.

Now get the revitalizer
back and quickly.

That child could
make this place look

like a wax museum
in no time at all.

(audience laughs)

(buzzing)

- I've got you covered.

- In two seconds, I'm
gonna have you covered

with the back of my hand
if you don't stand still

and let me see if
this shirt fits.

- Pardon me, but I believe
your son has my gun.

- Has your what?

- My gun.

- He gave it to me, to
shoot Martians with!

- Yes, yes, Martians,
not Earthmen.

You see this is a
demonstration model,

and we'll be selling it soon,
and I'll have to have it back.

(audience laughs)

- Indian giver, Indian giver!

- Give the man back his
gun, right now, this minute.

- Here, but from now on,
I'm on the Martians' side,

even if they are
all green inside.

(audience laughs)

- You almost saw an
Earthman, all green outside.

(audience laughs)

- Mr. Kelsey, I don't
know how this female dummy

got in the men's department.

- Well it's a cinch she didn't
walk in here by herself.

Well don't just
stand there, Howard!

Pick her up and take her
back to women's wear.

Dummies.

(audience laughs)

- Okay, one the gun and I,

where's Mrs. Brown?

- She's in women's wear.

- Shopping?

- Displaying.

I'm afraid she too has been
mistaken for a mannequin.

- Oh that's just great,
now what are we gonna do?

- May I suggest we first release

one Martian for active service?

- What? Oh, oh, yeah okay.

(dramatic music)

(buzzing)

- Martin.

- Let's go, Tim, we
haven't a moment to lose.

Not to mention a
very dear landlady.

Tim, leave the correct amount
for this aftershave cologne.

- No, no don't bother
to wrap it here,

just keep the change, will ya?

You pick the strangest
times to go shopping.

Homme Fatale, isn't
that the stuff

that knocked you out
in the first place?

- And in the second place,

the antidote needed
to restore Lorelei.

Now can we head
for the last place,

where Lorelei is, without
further questions.

- Lorelei.

Lorelai?

Pardon me, young man,
but have you seen

an attractive young woman,
about five feet six,

blonde, blue eyes, wearing a
two-piece, royal blue dress?

Wearing white gloves,
carrying a black purse?

Well, have you?

- That sounds like the dummy
I took over to women's wear.

- Dummy? Young man,
I will thank you

to choose your words
more carefully.

You happen to be
speaking of someone

who is very near and dear to me.

Dummy.

- There she is.

Now, try to look nonchalant
as you get close to her,

and give her a whiff
of this Homme Fatale.

- Me?

- Well obviously I can't,
because if I inhale some of it,

I might freeze my
controls again.

- Uh oh, look!

- Lorelei? Lorelei?

- Oh, we need to run like Ford
and these other hurricane.

- (Brennan) Lorelei.

- Now grab a hold of Lorelei,

and get her to some
inconspicuous place.

I'll take care of Brennan

with a little
delusionary illusion.

(dramatic music)

- (Brennan) Lorelei?

(music drops)

(audience laughs)

- For goodness sake, Lorelei
why didn't you tell me?

- (Brennan) Beg your pardon.

(audience laughs)

You look just like
someone I thought was ...

(bing)

There she is.

Lorelei, my dear.

- I am not your Lorelei,

and kindly remove
your hand, you masher!

- Masher?

- Now, to put her
back as she was.

(glass clanking)

- Don't go away, Mrs. Brown.

- May I help you?

- Yes, yes, I need some cologne.

- You do?

- Yes.

- Look, I know it's
none of my business,

but what do you do, bathe in it?

- Look, look, look, sweetheart,
I'm in somewhat of a hurry.

So can I just have one
bottle of Homme Fatale,

and then some night you and
I'll have dinner together

and I'll answer all
of your questions,

and I have a few
I'd like to ask too.

Now how about a bottle
of Homme Fatale, huh?

- With pleasure, only
we're fresh out of it.

- Oh, swell. What?

- Look, don't crack up about it.

You've still got enough on
you to last you a month.

Even in a strong wind.

- Very funny, now would
you just do me one favor?

Would you check the stock room?

Maybe they have some down there.

- Uh uh, not a drop,

lady just bought the last
bottle of Homme Fatale

we had in the store.

- Lady? What lady,
what'd she look like?

- Mister, I only keep
a record of the sale,

not the customer.

She was a lady,
with a little kid.

- A lady? With a little kid?

Does this lady happen to have

a black hat, blonde hair,
blue top, green bottom?

- Yeah, that kinda
sounds like her.

- Thanks.

- You should be
ashamed of yourself

for accosting a woman
in a public store!

Why, it's getting so women
aren't safe anywhere any more.

If there were a
policemen around, I ...

- Look, my dear lady ...

- I am not your dear lady!

And don't you dare
get familiar with me,

you, you, you
department store Romeo.

(audience laughs)

- Uncle Martin.

- Oh Tim, it's too bad
you finished so quickly,

because I was beginning
to enjoy this.

- Yeah, well, I'm
finished alright,

and so are you, and so is
Mrs. Brown, and so is ...

- What happened?

- Well, I broke the bottle
before I could give her a whiff.

And there's not another
bottle of that cologne

in this entire store!

I've been searching all over
for the lady who took ...

There she is!

Martin, you've gotta
get that bottle.

- Tim, I can't levitate
it away from her

in the middle of a
department store.

- Oh come on, this is
no time to play it safe.

Look, we got exactly
seven minutes

before Mrs. Brown turns
into a permanent dummy.

- I suppose you're right.

Well, let's see which
package she has it in.

(Martian music)

(audience laughs)

(dramatic music)

- Help! Somebody, help!

I've been robbed!

Help! Help!

One of my packages is missing,

and it looks just like one
that man over there is opening.

(audience laughs)

At least he was there a second
ago, with that other man.

- He went that a-way, mom!

- We'll see about this.

- You sit down right over there!

- I hid her behind this drape.

- Alright, let's hope
she's still there

and that we can
revive her in time.

Now, you want out here
and hold off Brennan

while I tend to Lorelei.

- Now, wait a minute, I
thought you said you couldn't

expose yourself to the direct
fumes from this cologne.

- Well, that's a chance
I'll have to take.

I'll hold my nose and hope that

none of the fumes seep through.

(audience laughs)

- Oh no, he sure picked
a fine place to hide her.

(audience laughs)

- He was one of them,

he was with the other
man who had my package.

- O'Hara, I should've known
you'd be mixed up in this.

- Well, I haven't
the slightest idea

of what you're talking about.

- Oh you don't, don't you?

Don't think you can make
a fool out of me O'Hara,

it's too late for that.

- I couldn't agree
with you more.

- No, on, it's too dangerous.

(crescendo music)

- Where is that
shoplifting uncle of yours?

- That way!

(dramatic music)

(audience laughs)

(audience laughs)

(wooing)

(light music)

(audience laughs)

- Come on, O'Hara, you might
as well tell the truth.

Where did that uncle of yours
go with this lady's package?

- Package?

You know, Brennan,

they outta invent a
marksmanship medal for you.

For shooting off your mouth.

- What's going on here?

Oh, you again.

- One of my packages was stolen
right from out of my arms!

Well, of all things, here it is.

- What?

- Bye.

- Sir, I would like
to report this man.

He has insulted me,
made accusations.

- And who are you, sir?

- I'm Lieutenant Brennan,
police department.

I, I, I don't seem to have
my identification on me.

- A detective, eh?

I'd say you look more
like a shoplifter.

That's one of our
suits you're wearing!

You are undoubtedly

trying to walk out of
the store that way!

- What?

- While drawing attention
to somebody else.

- Now see here, O'Hara,
tell him who I am.

I'm no shoplifter.

- He's a masher,
that's what he is.

He tried to accost me!

- I what?

- Mr. Calcy, there's a mannequin
walking around the window!

- How, when, what?

- Lorelei!

- Lady, what were
you doing in there?

- What else? Window shopping.

- Lorelei, I've been
looking all over for you.

- You mean, that's the dummy
you said you were looking for?

- Bill Brennan, how dare
you refer to me as a dummy!

- I, I, I said no
such thing, Lorelei.

I was merely asking if
anyone had seen you ...

- Don't believe him,
honey, he's a liar.

He tried to pick me up earlier!

- Bill!

- I did not try to
pick you up, Madam.

I had just said that,
she just looked like you.

As a matter of fact,

all the women seemed to have
looked like you, and ...

- Oh, so I'm not
only a dummy, am I?

I'm also so ordinary, I
look like every other woman.

- Oh, no no, look,
I didn't say that.

- Wait a minute, that
suit hasn't been paid for!

(audience laughs)

- Tim, after all the years

that I've been visiting
on your planet,

there's one thing that
I don't understand.

- What's that?

- How can one
Earthman like Brennan

keep getting into
so much trouble?

(audience laughs)

- Oh, well I see you
got your check back.

- Yeah, that poor floor
manager was so happy

to get rid of me, I think
with a little extra effort,

I could've turned a profit.

Well, should we go?

- Oh yoo hoo, Martin! Tim!

I just wanted you to know
that Bill and I have made up.

In fact, he even bought
me a little gift.

It's called Femme
Fatal, isn't it divine?

I just love it.

Well, we've got to go.
Bye, bye! See you at home!

- Femme Fatale? Pretty wild.

(music drops)

- Oh no.

- Oh yes, oh yes.

(upbeat music)