All language subtitles for Gortimer.Gibbons S02E05_English

Gortimer, Narrating:
I've lived my whole life
on Normal Street.

There's a lake at one end,

and a forest of shady trees
at the other.

But what lies in between

is anything but normal.

They say Leonardo da Vinci

was the quintessential
renaissance man.

He was good at
everything he attempted.

But was that actually true?

What if he was
a bad speller,

or had an
awkward singing voice?

Maybe he could only do
five push ups.

Because shouldn't everyone
have at least one thing

- they're not--
- [knocking]

Focus up,
Mr. Gibbon.

Where was I?

Right.
Mitosis...

is when the chromosomes
in a cell nucleus--

[sighs] Miss Fuller,
please describe the process
of mitosis.

Me?

Is there another
Miss Fuller here?

Mitosis is when
the chromosomes in
the nucleus of a cell

split into two
identical sets
of chromosomes.

I think
I missed something.

- Which part?
- All of it.

None of it's
making any sense.

I just-- It's hard to
stay interested in Biology.

Mr. Gibbon.

Is there something
you'd like to share
with the class?

No. Sorry.

I'm just having
a hard time with
the material.

Well, then, I suggest
you start paying attention

because this is
the easy part.

**

And Ranger thought
it'd be funny

to start spinning
the Lazy Susan,

so Gardner started
spinning it, too,

and they spun it faster
and faster and faster

until the bowl flew off
and Gardner was covered
in pork lo mein.

[laughing]

Oh, I needed a good laugh,
Gortimer.

I don't get
a lot of that around here.

- Hi.
- Sounds like
my Biology class.

Thank you.

What was that
about Biology?

Uh, nothing.
No. Never mind.

Oh, I bet I know
what the problem is.

It's Miss Williams,
right?

Some things never change.

Listen, Gortimer,
I know she's tough,

but if you're still serious
about going into medicine,

you are in
a perfect position to
learn a ton from her.

Yeah, sure.

Have you gotten into
cell structure yet?

Uh, I think I'm
learning about mitosis.

Yeah, it's all
super interesting.

I mean, it's Biology,
so how could it not be,
right?

Gortimer, I'm thrilled
you're getting into this.

Like father,
like son, right?

Imagine if we got to
work together some day.

Wouldn't that be cool?

Yeah, yeah. Amazing.

Okay. Hey, Gortimer.
I gotta go.All right?

Dr. Sanders' got some samples
that I need to look over.

I love you, buddy.
Goodnight.

Love you, too.

[thudding]

**[violin]

**[violin continues]

[music continues]

Is he asleep?

I wish.

I didn't get
any sleep last night

because of that
bizarre violin music.

- What music?
- It was really loud.

You guys didn't hear it?

Well, I'm a really
sound sleeper.

We know.
You snored through
Stanley's drum recital.

Well, what if it's
back tonight?

I don't know if
I can go another night
without sleep.

It's probably
just a neighbor

playing their stereo
too loud.

No, no, but I checked,
and it wasn't coming from

any of the houses nearby

or even any
direction at all.

It-it was like
it was coming from

nowhere and everywhere.

It was... creepy.

Creepy?

More like
fascinating.

Who's down for
a stakeout tonight?

Prokaryotic cells
lack what?

- A brain?
- No.

- A heart?
- No.

- Courage?
- It's not "The Wizard of Oz."

Forget it.
I'm a lost cause.

My dad might as well start
filling out the papers
to disown me.

What does your dad
have to do with it?

I told him that
I was doing well
in Biology,

- which is, you know--
- A lie.

And even worse,
I may have even told him
that I like it.

Another lie?
Two for two.

- Is this a new Gortimer?
- I didn't know what to do.

I'm sure he'd understand.
Just tell him the truth.

I can't.
Last summer I told him

that I might want to
go into medical research,

and now he won't stop
bringing it up.

He's gonna be
really disappointed.

Even started talking about
how some day

the two of us
could work together.

**[violin]

There it is.

I don't hear it.

Listen.

There.

[humming tune]

You guys really
don't hear that?

Don't panic.

I could probably think of
a dozen reasons

why you're hearing it
and we aren't.

- Name one.
- I was bluffing.

Let me make a recording.

We'll get to
the bottom of this.

**[violin continues]

- What's next?
- Uh, zoamas--

- That.
- Okay.

**[violin]

[humming]

**

Here's the analysis of
the recording I made
last night.

- So, am I crazy?
- You're not crazy.

I removed the ambient noise,
air traffic, nocturnal birds,

and I found there is
a faint musical refrain.

You can see it
repeating over and over.

Some sort of
radio signal?

That's what I thought
at first, too.

- But no.
- Oh.

Look,
see how the repetitions
are slightly different.

That means the music
is being played live.

But who could be doing this,

and why am I the only one
that can hear it?

We need to
consult an expert.

But who could be doing this,

and why am I the only one
that can hear it?

It-- Ranger.
Sidebar.

I was reading up on
the effects of
sleep deprivation,

and it's not pretty.

How not pretty?

Well, we've already
seen Gortimer exhibit
some symptoms,

like forgetfulness
and anxiety,

but lack of sleep
can also result in

- weakened
immune response--
- [sneezes]

Disorienting bouts of
micro sleep,

balance and coordination
problems--

[thud]

And hallucinations.

Mom?

- Man: How do we stop--
- Why do they have to be
so cute?

Oh, yeah.
And mood swings.

Hey. Chatter boxes.
Pay attention.

This'll be on
the mid-term.

Man: For mice,
survival is the end goal.

[bell jingles]

Here comes trouble.

Hey, Phil.

[laughs]
What are you guys
lookin' for today?

Maybe some Latin jazz,
Celtic fusion, French pop.

Information.

Lucky for you,
I have plenty of that
as well.

Can you tell us
what this piece of music is?

**[violin]

You know it?

Not that one in particular,

but I bet cash money
it's Milos Doubrava.

You know,
the legendary violinist.

He wrote this composition?

Sounds like
he's performing it, too.

You hear that?
Right there.

It's like his signature.
I don't know of anyone else
who plays like that.

So it's this
Dou-whatever guy

who's playing in
the middle of the night.

Is Gortimer okay?

He hasn't been
sleeping very well.

You know where
we could find, uh...

- what's his name?
- Milos Doubrava.

Milos Doubrava.

- Doubrava.
- Doubrava.

- Doubrava.
- Doubrava.

Both: Doubrava.

Close enough.

I have no idea
where he is.

He hasn't released
any new music
in over 30 years.

I have most of his albums.

But that song you played
isn't on any of these.

I have a buddy across town
who deals in unusual and
vintage records.

Let me give him a call.

Maybe he has some rare
Doubrava records he can
send over.

I'll let you guys know.

Thanks, Phil.

We really appreciate it.

No problem.

[bell jingles]

Gortimer,
get some sleep, huh?

- [thud]
- [bell jingles]

[chuckles]

It says here,
"Doubrava,

"a Czech composer
and violinist,

"was known for his
relentless perfectionism.

"He would practice
day and night for
weeks on end.

"Due to his
singular focus on music,

"he isolated himself,
turning away from friends
and family."

Sounds like a fun guy.

But does it say
where to find him?

Phil said that it
sounded like it was
him playing,

so he's gotta be
around here somewhere, right?

"After a long,
prolific career,

"he suddenly went silent
30 years ago,

"and soon after,
penniless and alone,
he...

Wh-- what, what, what--
he what?

"Died."

He's dead.

So we're
dealing with a ghost?

We don't know anything yet.

Great. An undead
Czech composer's

haunting me
with his violin.

Doubrava's last word
on his deathbed was
"kolusek"

which is Czech
for fawn.

Fawn? Like a baby deer.

I need to figure out
a way to triangulate

where the music is
coming from.

This ends tonight.

**[violin]

[knocking]

Hey.
Can we come in?

You should really
keep that closed

if you're scared of ghosts.

Please stop talking
about ghosts.

I figured the more I
talked about them,

the less scary they'd be.

It's not working.

The audio triangulator
is working.

We've got a lead on
the source of the music.

Oh, hey,
I'm Gortimer Gibbon.

It's nice to meet you.

Let's give him a minute.

Can I just say
I'm not at all surprised
by how creepy this is.

The music is definitely
coming from here.

Gortimer,
is that it?

Yes, yes,
you guys can hear it.

I'm not crazy.
I'm not crazy.

Shh.

Let's get
a closer look.

**[violin]

Gortimer: You know what?
Sleep is overrated.

Let's go home.

Mel: I want to get
closer.

Great idea.

You go.
Ranger and I will
look from back here.

But I want to--
[sighs]

Stay with Gortimer.

**[violin]

[camera shutter clicking]

Miss Williams?

[clattering]

Both: No, no, no,
no, no, no.

[camera shutter clicking]

Gortimer: Come on!

Is it super bright
in here?

Mel: Hey.

Okay, guys.
Take a look at these.

Why is Miss Williams
doing this to me?

The thing is,
she doesn't know
she's doing it.

Look.
Her eyes are closed.

And when I knocked over
the watering can,

she didn't react.

She's asleep.

This could be
another form of
sleep walking.

Sleep "violining"?

There's something else.

I was able to zoom in
on the photo.

Look at the writing
on the violin.

"Kolusek."

What is "kolusek"
again?

Doubrava's final word.
Fawn.

It must be the name of
his violin.

He called out to the thing
he loved most in the world.

His instrument.

But why is Miss Williams
playing it?

What if kolusek the violin
is enchanted?

Hear me out.
Doubrava was obsessed
with his music,

so it'd make sense he'd
want it to live on
after he died. Right?

You guys are talking
really fast.

[sighs] It's an
interesting theory,

but how did Miss Williams
get the violin?

[phone ringing]

It might be my dad.

You answer it.

[ringing continues]

[high pitched] Hello!
Gibbon residence.

Gortimer's grandmother
Annie May Gibbon.

Thank you very much,
young man.

I'll let him know.

What was that?

I kind of panicked.
It was Phil from the
record store.

He said he has
something for us.

**[violin]

"Odpust' Mi."

This is the last album
Doubrava recorded.

Only a handful of copies
were pressed.

That sounds like
what I've been hearing,

but it's not the same.

I'm pretty sure
what you played for me

is the accompaniment
to this piece.

The two halves of
a duet.

- A duet?
- [phone rings]

I'll be right back.

"The missing half
I can always hear
in my heart."

Maybe we need to put
the two halves together.

**

Mel: It's almost over.

[sighs] I'll set it up
over here.

Close to the window
so she can hear it.

**

**

Ranger: Still sleeping.

Still sleeping.

- Still--
- [record scratches]

Not asleep, not asleep,
not asleep!

What are you doing here?

Miss Williams, I'm sorry,
I know this is weird,

but I need you to listen.

This is my house.

You're trespass--

Why was I holding that?

What have you done?

You were playing it
when we got here.

You have been
every night.

In a trance.

That's ridiculous.

I haven't played the violin
in forever.

[sighs] You have.

And you just
didn't know it.

We think your violin
has been cursed.

By that guy.

Mel: He was a
famous musician.

That's his violin.
It's named Kolusek.

- Oh, please.
- We know it sounds crazy.

Why are you doing this to me?

- Miss Williams.
- Stop.

Listen to me. The violin
isn't Kolusek. I am.

It was the nickname
my grandfather gave me.

Your grandfather?

Milos Doubrava.

He raised me.

Alone.

Miss Williams: Violin
was his greatest passion.

**

So to make him happy,
I asked him to teach me.

He was thrilled and gave me
my very first violin.

But it ended up being
a terrible mistake.

He made me practice
every day, all day,
all night.

He was relentless.

In order to keep up
with my training,

I had to
sacrifice everything

that brought me
any kind of joy.

Oh, I wanted to quit,

but I was afraid
my grandfather would
never forgive me.

So, one night,

too scared to face him
with the truth,

I ran away and
never looked back.

That was the biggest
regret of my life.

Maybe that's why
I haven't been sleeping
so well.

Did you ever
see him again?

No. Never.

This was his last recording.

What does it mean?

"Odpust' Mi"?

It means...

"forgive me."

**[violin]

**

**[orchestra]

[sighs] She had
a weird relationship
with her grandfather.

Like, if I told my grandpa
that I didn't want to be a
baker,

he'd be
totally cool with it.

- I don't get it.
- I do.

She was afraid of
disappointing him.

I know how she feels.

Maybe that's why
you could hear the music
before anyone else.

You were on
the same wavelength.

Dr. Gibbon:
It's the middle of
the night there.

Are you okay, bud?

Yeah, yeah.
I just, um--

I wanted to talk to you
about something.

I know I'm letting you down,
but I just can't lie to you
anymore.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
slow down.

What are you talkin' about?

I don't want to
go into medicine.

Okay.

I'm sorry,
I just don't like Biology,

and there are a bunch of
other subjects out there

that I'm really excited about,
but I-- I just--

I know I'm
disappointing you.

I'm not disappointed,
Gortimer.

and-and I'm the one
who should be sorry

if I gave you the idea
that I would be

if you didn't
go into medicine.

Look, I support you
100 percent

in whatever you want to do.

Really?

Are you kidding?
Of course.

That means a lot.

Because I'm getting
a C in Biology.

[groans] Well, uh--

a B would be better.

Yeah, yeah, it would.

I'll try.

You want me to talk to
Miss Williams

and maybe set up
some extra help?

No, no, I will.

Ms. Williams and I have
a new understanding.

Gortimer, you okay?

Yeah, yeah, sorry, um--

I-- I'm just a little tired.

Love you, Dad.

I love you more, son.

Now get some rest, okay?

Gortimer:
Why are we so afraid to
disappoint people we love?

What are we
really afraid of?

Are we scared
those people won't love us
for who we really are?

Who knows?

I think the trick is to
push past that fear,

and you might end up
giving your loved ones

an opportunity
to surprise you,

and support you.

And I speak from experience
when I say

that when you've got
nothin' to be scared of,

it's much easier to get
a good night's sleep.