All language subtitles for Brooklyn Nine-Nine - S02E21 - Det. Dave Majors.eng.SDH

Oh, my God.

Rosa's wearing pink. Rosa's wearing pink!

Are we sure it's not a white shirt

that's just been bloodied
in a motorcycle crash?

Or maybe it wasn't her.
Does she have a twin sister?

If Rosa had a twin, she would
have eaten her in the womb.

Wait. Hold it. Stop.
How come none of you teased her about it?

It's Rosa. She's scary.

You guys are unbelievable.

I once wore a tie
with a splash of purple.

You guys called me
Mr. Grapes for two years.

-[ALL LAUGHING]
-GINA: Oh, Mr. Grapes!

I forgot about Mr. Grapes.

If I wore a pink shirt,
you'd tear me to shreds.

Well, yeah, but you'd look
like a My Little Pony with a gun.

[ALL LAUGHING]

Let me guess.
Your theater club is putting on Grease

and you're playing a pink lady.

-[CONTINUES LAUGHING]
-PERALTA: Nice. That's good.

What are you guys laughing at?

If Boyle was wearing a pink shirt.

I get it. That's hilarious.

What's happening?
Rosa's the one wearing pink!

And?

It's gorgeous.
Wish I could pull that off.

Dream on, strawberry shortcake.

Yeah, nice try, Mr. Grapes.

[ALL LAUGHING]

ALL [MOCKING]: Mr. Grapes!

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

Last night, several masked men robbed

a number of check cashing
locations in our precinct.

They also hit several locations

in the Nine-Three,

so this will be a joint investigation.

Detective David Majors
is already on the case.

Whoa. Dave Majors? Seriously?

GINA: Who's that?

He's the best detective in
the NYPD, myself included.

His arrest numbers are staggering.

His conviction rate is magnificent.

He is blotter dynamite.

I mean, I'm cool.
I'm just hanging out with you guys.

Okay, but what's his body like,

on a scale from Charles to Terry?

Sorry, buddy.

What? I'm the 10.

Sure you are.

Majors does just fine.

His girlfriend is the
weather lady from Channel 5.

You know, the one who's
always reaching for Cooperstown?

[WHISTLING] Love her.

Well, I need someone
to partner up with him.

Oh, I'll do it! Ooh! Me, me, me, me, me!

Sir, with all due respect,
I'm the obvious choice.

I mean, look at me. Not in profile.

Sir, please let the record show

that the sauce on his
face is from yesterday.

And it is that level of
eagle-eyed observation

-that I plan to bring to…
-HOLT: Enough.

You can both work the case.

Three heads are better than two.

Also, I fear any other decision I
make will just result in further noise.

Good call, sir.

I was just about to start chanting

"Vote for Jake."

Let's do it anyway. Vote for Jake!

Vote for Jake! Dismissed.

Yeah. [SIGHS]

Code Chartreuse.
I repeat, Code Chartreuse.

Gina, for the last time, please
limit your alerts to ROY-G-BIV.

Disappointing. Code Chartreuse means

the recruiter from Copperhead Security,

Gary Shaw, is here.

Gary Shaw has attempted to pry me away

from the NYPD for eight years.

When he makes his offer,
I know just what I'll say.

Never is not just a crater on Mars.

Of course, it is a crater on Mars.

That's hilarious.

It's not meant to be funny, Boyle.
It's meant to be devastating.

Captain Holt, good to see you.

Mr. Shaw, let's just cut to the chase.

Never is not just a crater on Mars.

Of course, it is a crater on Mars.

Well actually, I'm not here for you.

A member of your squad reached out to me.

A Sergeant Terry Jeffords.

Oh. Oh, I see.

Well, uh, Sergeant Jeffords is out there.

GARY: Thank you, Captain.

There's my guy! Terry the tank!

What? Guys? What? Guys.

BOYLE: Terry called him?
He's shaking Terry's hand.

Now, I'm just describing
everything that's happening.

What the hell is going on?

I do not know.

And now Captain Holt doesn't know!

Well, well, well. What do we have here?

Oh, Majors isn't here yet?

I wasted all that coolness
on a bunch of nobodies.

I'm just gonna reset.
[MIMICS ROBOTIC SOUND]

Jake, he's a highly decorated detective.

He's not gonna be impressed
by your sunglass choreography.

He's gonna be too
distracted by my notebook flip.

MAN: Hey, Detective.

Shut up. Shut up. He's here.
[CLEARS THROAT]

Hey, you must be the Nine-Nine.
I'm Majors.

Hey. Peralta. This is Santiago.

Well, well, well. What do we have here?

You mean here in my notebook?

I looked into the baby
masks the perps were wearing,

and no stores in the
tri-state area sell them.

Reminds me of a murder
I worked a few years back.

Perp always wore these weird masks

and we couldn't figure
out where he bought them.

Turns out he was making his
own masks from human skin.

No! That is so awesome.

Really, Amy? For whom?

Sounds to me like those face masks
were once somebody's face faces.

That's true, Peralta.
I think about that every day.

You and me both. Ahh.

Okay, I'm gonna look
around, take a few statements.

GC. GC. Good call. Good call. Yeah.

Tight, tight, tight, tight, tight.

Well, looks like round
one goes to Peralta.

And don't worry, I'm
just getting warmed up.

I still have eight sunglass moves
locked and loaded. Make that nine.

Oui.

[IMITATES BIRD SQUAWK]

[IMITATES OWL HOOT]

[CLEARS THROAT]

So, how was lunch?

It was good. I had the T-bone with…

I don't give a crap about the food.

Just email me about that later.

What happened with Gary?

He gave me the hard sell.
Look at all this swag I got.

Puffy vest, carabiner.

Terry, carabiners suck.

You want free stuff?
Here you go, all right?

You can have anything you
want from Amy's desk. Yeah.

Gary made me an offer.

Better hours, great
benefits, a serious pay raise,

my own office. With walls!

Did you tell him Terry
doesn't love walls?

No. Terry loves walls.

I'm seriously considering saying yes.

Look, I have another kid on the way.

Do you know how much diapers cost?

Yes.

The point is, I'm trying to
do what's best for my family.

It's not just about me.

Exactly. It's about me. And how
you're abandoning me to these squares.

Yikes. Look at all these baby masks.

Looks like someone's due
for a spanking from Papa Law.

Nice.

So, the van was stolen from a rental lot
three weeks ago and dumped here yesterday.

Talk about a curb-side drop-off.

We're working a case here, Amy.

It's not Showtime at the Apollo.

Great point. Thank you so much, Jake.

Well, I'm gonna go sign
the van over to forensics.

Hey, listen, I'm a member of this
invite-only speakeasy called The Keychain.

Do you want to go
get a drink there later?

I'd ask Amy also, but I
can only bring one guest.

Nah, it's cool.
I'm sure she's busy tonight anyway.

Taxes are due in eight months.

Actually, they were due two weeks ago.

Well, that is a horrible surprise.
But the point is…

[SNAPS] Drink sounds good.

[PERALTA SIGHS]

[MUFFLED MUSIC PLAYING]

Password?

Tropical.

Oh, my gah.

This place is amazing.

Yeah, I come here
after every case I solve.

Which means I'm here a lot.

Oh, nice. Every time I solve
one, I go get a steak dinner.

My cholesterol is uh-terrible.

[CHUCKLING] Milo,
this is my friend, Jake.

We're working a case together.

Yeah, and this is my friend, Dave.

We're friends. I'll have a, uh…

Oh, no. You don't order here.

Milo makes you a drink he knows
you'll love, and then you love it.

Really? Interesting.

Barrel proof bourbon, neat.

Orange soda chaser.

Oh, well, to the first of many hangs.

Yeah, totally. Listen.

The reason I brought you
here is I wanted to ask you…

What's the deal with Santiago?

Amy? Oh, no, did she do something weird?

No. No, she's great.

I just wanted to know if there's
something going on with you two, you know.

Are you together… Oh. No.

Cool. When this case is
over, I'm gonna ask her out.

Oh.

You're gonna ask out
Amy when the case ends.

Perfect.

Oh. [GASPS]

Yeah, that's a sipping whiskey.

[GASPING] So it is.

Seems about right.

What's wrong with you?

You and Majors have too much
fun last night at The Keychain?

Okay.
It's a private bar, not a haunted motel.

And no, I did not have a good time.

Turns out he didn't want
to be best bros at all.

He just wanted to know
if I was cool him with

asking Amy out when the case ended.

I thought he was
dating that weather girl.

No, he dumped her 'cause she blamed
Hurricane Sandy on gay marriage.

Mmm. Anyways, now when the case ends,

Amy's gonna marry
Detective Blotter Dynamite.

Why do you even care?
Do you still like her?

I don't know. I mean, we're friends.

Things have been kind of flirty lately.

Plus, we had this weird
romantic moment thingy

at Charles and Gina's parents' wedding.

Ugh, just say you still like her.

[SOFTLY] All right, fine.
I still like her.

I've been thinking about asking her out

for the last couple of
weeks, but it's hard.

There's so much buildup now, you know?

Not really. I don't ask people out,
I just tell them where we're going.

Great.
Well, it doesn't matter now anyway,

'cause I told Dave to go for it.

That was crazy stupid.

Sorry. That was normal stupid.

You should have told him to back off.

I can't go around telling
guys not to ask Amy out

because I like her and I'm too
dumb to do anything about it.

I can't make a woman's choice for her.
I stand with Wendy.

Did I do that right? No.

Oh. Look.
If you want to give her a real choice,

you've got to let her know
that you are an option.

I think you know what you've got to do.
Yeah.

Ask her out before the case ends, right?

I just wanna be extra clear. The stakes
are through the roof for me on this one.

You wanted to see us?

What are these requisition forms?

We are throwing Terry
a "please stay" party.

My vision is a frozen yogurt
machine operated by Pam Grier.

Sir, we think Sarge is going
to accept Copperhead's offer.

I never thought I'd say these words.

You have to put Gina
in touch with Pam Grier.

No. Sergeant Jeffords can
make up his mind without

the influence of Foxy
Brown or cold yogurt.

He is a grown man.

Oh, I see what's going on here.

You're upset that Terry would
even consider leaving the Nine-Nine.

I'd expect this pettiness from a
spineless amoeba like Charles,

but not you, sir.

I'm not spineless. Come on, Charles.

Yep.

Ah, look who's finally here.

We already solved the case without you.

What? You did?

Kidding. Oliver was actually
giving us some pretty bad news.

Carry on, Oliver.

So, we swabbed the whole
van and we didn't find anything.

No hairs, no fibers, no semen.

And a rental van is usually

a fricking Jackson Pollock. All right.

They also wiped down the masks
with some sort of bleach solution.

They were really covering their tracks.
Check it out.

Well, that wasn't very helpful.

Although, I did learn I should
never rent a van again. Hmm.

Hey, can I talk to you for a second?
Privately?

Uh, sure. Oh, wait. This isn't gonna
be that thing where you pretend

you got an important text from Holt and
it's just that video of screaming sheep?

I promise you it's not, but
I do stand by that prank.

[CLEARS THROAT]

So, what's up?

Okay, um…

Uh, I almost feel weird saying
this, but I wanted to ask you…

Wow, those pictures are not helping.

Oh, my God. They're really gonna have
to re-grout. Ugh, finding a contractor.

You are so consistent. Anyways,
the question I wanted to ask you is…

So, I got the results on that feces.

It's human, but it's not all human.

You're not Dr. Gassner.

We are not. Can you give us a sec?

Sure. Real quick, what was the other…

It's dog and bear. Wow.

I thought you'd really
be into that feces puzzle.

Normally, yes, but I want to talk to
you about something else right now.

More specifically…
Guys, dispatch just called.

Great, Dave's here now. The check
cashing babies just struck on Flatbush.

-We gotta go.
-SANTIAGO: Lead the way.

What did you wanna tell me? Oh, um.

Captain Holt sent a very important text.

Oh.

[SHEEP BLEATING]

[CHUCKLES]

[SNIFFING] What's that smell?

That's lavender. Terry loves lavender.

A little homemade honey yogurt
infused with lavender and love.

Mmm! That is delicious.

Hold it. This isn't some weird
breast milk or something is it, Boyle?

I mean, technically, it's
from a sheep's breast.

Hey, Terry, got any new baby pics?

You hate looking at pictures of my twins.

You said since they were identical,
I didn't need to take photos of both.

That doesn't sound like Auntie Gina.
I love your baby pics.

[GASPS] And your stories
about the twins' sleep schedules.

Okay. I know what you two are doing.

This is your weird way of trying
to make me stay at the Nine-Nine.

Well, I am loving it.

[BOTH CHUCKLING]

You know, the funny thing
is, Cagney naps better,

but at night, that's
Lacey's time to shine.

One time, she went eight to eight.

Wow! Dang!

I know!

Jeffords, I need you to digitize all
your case files from 1995 to 1999

inclusive by tomorrow at 9 a.m.

But it's already 1:00.

I told Sharon we'd have dinner tonight.

I was gonna have a cup of coffee

so that I could stay up and, um, kiss.

I suggest putting that caffeine

towards something more productive than…

"Kissing."

Sir, what are you doing?

Making sure Jeffords' case files
are digitized by tomorrow at 9 a.m.

I thought I was perfectly clear.

I gotta call my wife.
Tell her date night is off.

I sent her all those kiss-face
emojis for no damned reason.

Oh, no. Despite what I've been saying
for years, that ass just might quit.

I don't get it. There's no rhyme
or reason to the locations they hit.

MAJORS: This place was so well-guarded.

I mean, why not hit the one down the
street that just has an old man out front?

It just seems so random.

Yeah. It's like… Oh, that feels great.

I don't think it's random.
These guys are too good, you know?

We'll crack it.
I'm gonna go grab some coffee.

Great.

[GROANING]

Hey, uh, now that it's just us,

there's a thing I wanted
to say a-da-sa you.

Why doesn't your mouth work?
"Why doesn't your mouth work."

Title of our sex tape. What?

Your sex tape. What? No.
Look. [CLEARS THROAT]

Here's what I wanted to say.

Oh, no, I just figured it out.

Huh? Here. Look.

The trash cans, the van, the jumpsuit…

They all say Johnny's Janitorial.
Not random.

They cased each location as cleaners.

That's why the van was so spotless.

Hey. What'd I miss?

Jake just solved the case!

Holy crap. That's awesome!

All right!

I mean… But, you know,

it's not totally done yet.

You know, still a long way to go.

Tons of paperwork. And a case is never
truly done until the trial is complete

and the sentence is served
completely to its fruition in prison.

Jake, just celebrate.

Okay.

[HIGH-PITCHED] Wow!

Why the long face?

That Mexican candy giving
you nerve damage again?

Probably, but who even cares?

Why did I have to solve the case?

Why couldn't I have just let those
guys continue to terrorize Brooklyn

until I built up the
nerve to ask out a girl?

You're a good cop.
Do not beat yourself up about that.

I'm not a good cop, I'm an amazing
cop, and I'll never forgive myself.

The case is over, Amy and Majors are
on their way to The Keychain right now.

It's too late.
Has she done the double tuck yet?

Hmm? When Amy really likes a guy,

she gets nervous and tucks her
hair behind both ears at the same time.

[GIGGLING]

Well, I can never un-see that.

But no, she has not done that yet.

Then there's still time.
Get in there and bust up her date.

Show her you care. Ruin her night.

You really have a unique take on love.

[SIGHS]

Ugh, I've only gotten
through September of '95.

What are you guys doing here?

Blowing your stupid mind.

We did the rest of the files for you.

Seriously?
[LAUGHS] I'm gonna text my wife.

Now there's time for dinner and a movie.

And none of that on-demand crap.

Tonight, I'm gonna fall
asleep in a real movie theater.

Yeah, that's how we
do it in the Nine-Nine.

We've got each other's backs. Damn right.

Charles, make your own point.

Don't just pile onto mine.

HOLT: Gina, where have you been?

You left your cell phone on your
desk, and I assumed you were dead.

Mmm, I would clearly
be buried with my phone.

Sir, these guys already
digitized all my files for me.

Isn't that amazing?

What? Why did you snatch
up Sergeant Jefford's task?

Because we're trying to get him to stay.

Well, that's not your job.

And Jeffords, you can stay here and
digitize 2000 through 2005 inclusive.

I expect it done by the morning.

Great. Now I have to re-cancel on Sharon.

If I worked at Copperhead,
I'd be home by now.

Swimming in a pool of gold coins
like my boy, Scrooge McDuck.

[MUFFLED MUSIC PLAYING]

Password?

Tropical.

Mmm-mmm. That's an old password.

Changes every night.

All right, fine. Tropical one?

Wait, wait, wait, wait! [GRUNTS]

Ahh!

Ha-ha! Not cool. Okay?

Look, just ask Milo, the bartender.
All right? He knows me.

Tell him orange soda's back.

I don't know no Milo.

The bartenders also change
their names every night.

Get out of here until you
know the password, man.

Damn it! This place is so cool.

Come on, strangers. Show me your lips.

There you go. Got it.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Pepper.

Pooper.

Popcorn.

Plor-pa-pa. Plorp.

Park. Parks.

Okay.

Yeah.

Norse.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Bull's eye.

Oh, no. The double tuck.

[CLEARING THROAT]

Oh, hey!

You wouldn't kick out a hopeless romantic

who's only here in the
name of love, would you?

Oh, you would.

Terry!
So, what happened at breakfast with Gary?

Are you leaving us for Copperhead?

Because I am prepared to
light Charles on fire in protest.

Relax. I declined the offer,
told them I wasn't interested.

Eat it, Gary!

I gave him back all his swag.

Except for the puffy
vest, which, I, uh, lost.

I'm staying at the Nine-Nine!

Whoo!

HOLT: Good news, Sergeant.

Really? So, you're done
trying to push him out, Yoko?

Whoa. Don't give Captain Holt a hard time.
He's the reason I'm staying.

I don't know what you're talking about.

You're an adult and you
came to your own decision.

Look at me. I can't keep a straight face.

I played you like a fiddle.

Yeah, you did. Digitizing those old files
reminded me of all the cases I worked

and all the good we do in the community.

What's best for my family is
that they grow up with a dad

who's proud of what he does.

Thank you, Captain.

Look at you. You're like the wise old
owl from those lollipop commercials.

Terry's back!

[ALL CHEERING]

MAJORS: Hey, buddy. Sorry I'm late.

I had to get this dumb
medal from the commissioner

for a double murder I solved last year.

Been there.
I had a pretty crazy morning myself.

Jake, your taquitos
exploded in the toaster oven.

Thanks, Rosa. Ten-four. Copy that.

So, how'd it go with Santiago?

Actually, she wasn't into it.
Swing and a miss.

You're kidding.
Yeah, it was really weird.

I've never been turned down before.
So unexpected.

I'm excited to see what
happens to me next.

Okay.

So, Blotter Dynamite struck out, huh?

I know, but why? What does it mean?

And why did she double tuck?

How come she turned him down?

Do you think it had
something to do with me, Rosa?

What is she thinking? Jake.

Yeah, I should ask her myself.

Hey, you just missed Majors.

I gotta say, he was
lookin' a little bit rough.

Almost like he was up all
night crying or something.

Ha-ha, Jake. I'm sure he's fine.

So, what happened?

Well, I thought we were getting a
drink to celebrate closing the case,

but apparently, he thought it was a date.

Right. And you were not into that

because he's so muscular
and in command of his finances?

He's great, but after everything
that happened with Teddy,

and all the cops I know
who go out and break up

and then still have to work
together, it's just too messy.

I got a new rule. I don't date cops.

Cool. Cool. Yeah.

Actually, that's funny.
I have the same rule.

No more cops.

From this point on, it's
strictly dating criminals.

If you break up with them, you
can always send them to jail forever.

Exactly. Nice and clean.

Mmm-hmm.

Hey, I got an email from the
commissioner's office about our case.

What'd they say?

-[SHEEP BLEATING]
-[YELPS]

Ah! Ah-ha!

You got me. With my thing.

Mmm-hmm.

Great. Oh!