All language subtitles for Brooklyn.Nine-Nine.S02E12.1080p.BluRay.x264-BORDURE

Interesting.

Very, very interesting.

Guys, Captain Holt has no pants on.

Um… What?

He has no pants on is what.
Here are the facts.

PERALTA: At 11:55 a.m, Captain Holt
walked past us holding a hot bowl of soup.

-At 12:03 p.m., I heard him yell.
-Ouch!

Then, at 12:07, he
called Gina into his office.

She entered holding nothing. One minute
later, she left holding an opaque bag.

Captain Holt's pants were in that bag.

His knees are in the breeze.
He's in his undies.

That evidence is circumstantial.

Oh, so, you guys want
visual confirmation.

No. Not really.

Done. Hey, Captain. I just need you
to sign something at my desk real quick.

Just leave it on the couch.
Dismissed. Okay.

Sir, you're going to freak.

Yo-Yo Ma is in the precinct,
and he's giving out autographs.

Yo-Yo Ma is on tour
in Australia right now.

How did you know that?

Sir, I'm choking on a lozenge.
I'm going to die.

I got you, Jake! No! No!
Stop! I swallowed it!

I swallowed it! It's fine.

Hey, hey. I made you another bowl
of soup, since you spilled yours earlier.

But you're going to have
to come over here to get it.

All right, Peralta, I'm
sick of you wasting time.

So, yes, I spilled some
minestrone on my pants

and I'm sitting in my underwear.
Happy? Yes!

[GROANS]

Sir, I need you to sign off on…

Look at us.

Just three people with pants
on having a normal conversation.

Yep. No story here.

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

Hello, everybody.

In my hands, I hold
the driving directions

to this year's detectives-only getaway.

Give it a cool name, Jake.
All right. Detectives-only getaway.

"D-O-G," dog, dog party.
Dog Party 15. Woof, woof, woof!

Big shout-out to Charles Boyle for
hosting us at his beach house this year.

Yeah.

You should really thank my ex-wife.
We split it in the divorce.

I get it for December through February.

Winter "B" house. Woof, woof, woof!

Yeah, it's not really catching on. Ah.

As always, there will be no
spouses, no bosses, no work.

No bedtimes. Within reason.

All right, Santiago's feeling rowdy.
Who else is feeling it?

I can't wait.

This weekend, I am Vacation Terry.

No kids, no responsibilities…

I'm just a balloon

floating in the great blue sky.

And I am untethered.

And just to clarify,

how untethered is
Vacation Terry from his wife?

Very tethered. All right.
Anyone else have questions?

Hitchcock, Scully,
you've been weirdly silent.

Oh. We don't want to say
anything that would get us uninvited.

Smart. All right, get pumped, people.

-Dog Party 15. Ooh, ooh!
-[ALL CHEER]

Two bottles of vodka.

Is this going to be the weekend
we finally meet Six Drink Amy?

"Six Drink Amy?" What does that mean?

It's the pinnacle of the
Santiago drunkenness scale.

One drink. Amy's a little spacey.

Wait, what?

GINA: Two drinks. Loud Amy.
You want to get a cab?

Three drinks? Amy Dance Pants.

Four Drink Amy is a bit of a pervert.

Hey. Check it out.

And Five Drink Amy is weirdly confident.

Let's do this, little man.

But I've never seen Six Drink Amy.

Maybe she's the one I
can actually be friends with.

AKA my Sasquatch.

Hey there, beautiful. Marcus.
What are you doing here?

Oh, I know you lost your phone
charger, so I got you a new one.

I want to make sure
your phone's all juiced up

for some sweet long-distance texting.

Thanks. What do I owe you? It's a gift.

All you've got to say is thank you.

I said thank you.
That was the first thing I said.

Sorry. You're nice.

I'll text you. Can't wait.

Inappropriate work kiss
too fast can't stop me.

Rosa D macking down
with her boo on the street.

I love it.

Say "boo" again and I will
shoot you in the stomach.

Fine. Loverboy it is.

What did I just say, Charles? You said…

What did I just say?
You said not to say it.

Peralta. I thought you already left.

Yeah, I closed a couple of cases
and I had to finish up the paperwork.

Also, I wanted to thank you
again for giving us this half day.

Yes, of course. I understand how
important these extravaganzas are.

I'm sure you'll have a hoot. Oh, yeah.
Although I'm sure our hoots

pale in comparison to the hoots
that you had back in the day.

I bet things got supes hoots.

Actually, I wasn't privy to those events.

As a gay black detective, I was
excluded from most social gatherings.

You guys off to play some golf?

Yeah. You want to caddy?

No. I do not.

Yeah, golf sucks.

I know that wasn't the point of
your story. Those guys were jerks.

Yes, but I do envy the
camaraderie they shared.

I've always wanted to
josh around with my peers.

So, you've never joshed
around with anyone?

Never.

But go have fun with the squad.

Really josh around for me.

Welcome to Château Boyle.

Eleanor told me to keep the
place clean, but I don't care.

Mommy's out of town
and we're going to party.

You call your ex-wife Mommy?
Not consciously.

This will do just fine.
You brought pineapple?

Well, the fanny runs deep.

I am prepared for any vacation situation.

I've got a bottle opener,
sunscreen, inflatable neck pillow.

Wait. Are we having fondue?

Tight. Gina.

You ready to party or what?

Don't mind if I… Oh!

Whoa.

Mmm. Dang.

Ugh.

You're two shots behind, Linetti.

What up, party people?

[ALL CHEER]

You know how I'm always
saying it ain't a real party

until your boss shows up unexpectedly?

Well, it's a party.
What are you talking about?

Hello, party people.

Peralta told me to say that. Yeah, I did.

♪ Ain't no party like
a Captain Holt party ♪

♪ Because a Captain Holt party
is a total surprise to everyone ♪

Okay, well, Captain, the only
free bedroom is my ex-wife's,

which is strictly off-limits.

She locks the door and takes
the handle home with her.

All right, you can have my bed.
Charles, I'll take yours.

Problem solved. I'll sleep on the floor.
Captain, come with me.

What the hell, Jake? No bosses.

Look, he told me this story about
how his squad always excluded him.

And I know I come across
as a cynical, badass cop

with a checkered past and a thirst for…

I felt bad. You would have, too.

Guys, he just wants to josh around.
Is that so bad?

I'm dating his nephew.

Now, we're hanging out on weekends?
What is next?

[SCOFFS] Small talk.

Okay. Amy, you've got to
be glad that Holt's here, right?

I mean, you're basically in love with him.
I love him.

I'm not in love with him.

But I'm definitely not comfortable
being drunk around him.

Ames, please keep the volume down. Okay?

Sorry. Two drinks. I can't help it.

That's it. I'm cutting myself off.

So, Jake messes up
and you punish me for it?

Come on, Amy, you're better than that.

You guys, this is going to be fine.

I mean, Terry's our boss, and
he comes with us every year.

Correction. You bring Vacation
Terry, and he is no man's boss.

When the slippers are filled,

Terry is chilled.

We're happy the Captain is here.

Thank you, Scully and Hitchcock,

the voice of reason.

Holt's the big fish
we've been waiting for.

We have an exciting investment
opportunity to pitch him.

What? It's an offshore casino

that's currently sunk off
the coast of Delaware.

No.
All right, you guys are both officially

uninvited from this whole weekend.

Too late. We drove up as a group.

There's no getting rid of us. Ugh.

Sorry, Jake.
This weekend's going to suck.

All right. You know what?
You guys are being a bunch of racist,

homophobic golf cops.

And I, for one, think this
weekend is going to be even

more fun because Holt is here.

Hey, what are you doing down here?
Lunch is ready.

I'm texting Marcus. Mmm. Texting.

That's the most intimate thing you
can do to a lover with your fingers.

Other than washing their hair.

So, I texted Marcus and
he hasn't texted me back.

I can't believe I'm asking
this, but can you help me?

Oh, Rosa, yes.

I am the perfect person for this job.

Okay, let's get busy.

What was his initial text?

"Can't believe I miss you this
much after three hours. XO"

"XO?" Girl, marry him.
What did you write back?

"Ha, ha. Lame."

It was a joke. I was insulting him.
You know, flirting.

You think he's mad?
I bet he's heartbroken.

No, no. We can fix this.

We just have to write a very sweet,

very heartfelt text that will
jump start the conversation.

"Hey, baby." I don't call people "baby."

You do now.

So, how do you all
typically blow off steam?

Does anyone have any formal
complaints about the work environment?

-No, no. We usually just gossip. Right?
-ALL: Yeah.

Hey, did everyone see Dave from
downstairs this week? He shaved his beard.

Oh, my God.
His whole face looks like a butt.

[ALL LAUGH]

Ha, ha, butt face Dave.

Butt Face Dave.
That's his new name, Butt Face Dave.

-Because his face looks like a butt.
-[ALL LAUGH]

I like David. He's a good cop.

Yeah. David is great.

-He's a good dude, I like that guy.
-[ALL CHATTER IN AGREEMENT]

-I'd like to propose a toast.
-[ALL CHATTER]

Mmm… Great idea.

Amy, you don't have a drink?
Oh, no, it's okay, I don't need a…

The Captain is making a toast.
Don't be rude, prude.

Okay, I guess I'll have one more.

You're on vacation. Who's counting?

[WHISPERS] I am.

Thank you for inviting me up.
To joshing around together. Cheers.

-To joshing!
-ALL: To joshing!

Oh, you know what
we could do after lunch?

Walk on the beach.
But it's the middle of winter.

Which is ideal. You know?
Not too hot, no crowds,

the sand doesn't get everywhere
because it's basically frozen.

Exactly. Who brought their beach boots?

"I did."

Spot-on Rosa impression.

HOLT: This is nice.

I mean, the wind is unexpected.

But welcome and bracing.

Yeah. It's like a thousand little needles
of happiness shooting into your face.

Well, we've been walking
for about 20 minutes, so…

So, we should probably
turn around in another 20.

Good plan.
An 80 minute walk on the beach. Mmm.

I'm so cold.

Even my fiery dance moves
aren't keeping me warm.

The trick is you've got to be prepared.

Mini-cognac, ladies? Oh, yeah!

Warm me up, you little bastard.

Mmm. Four drinks!

Mmm, mmm, mmm.

Thank you, Terry's fanny.

And thank you, Poseidon,

great god of the sea!

What are you wearing? A T-shirt.

I only brought a bikini.

Seems weird to be in front of
the Captain in a bathing suit.

Got to cover up them thangs, yeah?

FYI, you can still see
them through your shirt.

So, here we all are, finally relaxing
as a squad together in the tub.

It's fun, huh? I can't hear anyone.

Can we please turn off the jets? Yeah.

That's better.

No more disturbed water.

Good call. Wow, without the
bubbles, you can really see everything.

Eyes up here, Peralta.

And… Snip.

Mazel tov!

Captain, I bet you used to smoke
cigars on the job all the time, right?

No, but I had a partner who did.

Had one burning all day long.

Dan Hammer.

That name is so cool, it
doesn't need a nickname.

Ah, but he had one.

Snake Eyes.
Oh, Snake Eyes is a great one.

Oh, yeah. He was the toughest
son of a bitch I ever met.

When he died, he stuck
out his middle finger

so he'd be flipping
everyone off at his funeral.

-That rules.
-BOYLE: Yeah.

Who killed him? Don't say a white
tiger on cocaine, because I will lose it.

No. Cancer.
Of the mouth, tongue, lip, and cheek.

Hmm.

Well, still, the middle
finger thing is cool.

Actually, no one got to see that.
It was a closed casket,

because the doctors had
removed so much of his face.

All right. That's that.

All right. I admit it.
It's weird having the Captain here.

It straight up sucks.

Should we just go home?
What do you think, Terry?

I am not going anywhere.

I'm playing Kwazy Cupcakes,

I'm hydrated as hell, and
I'm listening to Sheryl Crow.

I've got my own party going on.

Wait a minute.
Vacation Terry, you're a genius.

We'll have two parties.
A fun one down here with just us,

and then an awkward, uncomfortable
one in the living room with Holt.

He doesn't even have to know about it.

Separate parties. Separate but equal!

Forget I said that phrase.

Okay, we don't have much time.

Captain's in the bathroom and we
all know how efficient he is in there.

Here's the plan. The boring
Holt party will be in the living room.

At least three of us must be
with him in that room at all times.

It's not a party if there
aren't four people.

Especially between the sheets.

The other party will be in here.

Shifts at each party will be
20 minutes and staggered.

Any questions?
How do you get your hair like that?

Born this way. Also, Hitchcock and Scully

are not to be left
alone with the Captain.

They'll annoy him into leaving his
party with their weird sunken casino idea.

It's not an idea. It's a scheme.

Okay, that is way worse.

I think this is going to work.
And who knows?

Maybe the Holt party will even be fun.

Now, the recorder is generally thought
of as a training instrument for children.

-[RECORDER MUSIC PLAYS]
-But listen to it

in the hands of an expert
like Joram Leifgrum.

The passion is

breathtaking.

Okay, so, Marcus wrote,

"What you doing right now?"

Then a smiley face blowing a kiss.

Oh, he's good. We could say,

"Thinking about you."

Forget it, that's stupid.
No, Rosa. It's poetry.

Whoo!

First shift is done.

How was it? I'm not going
to lie, it was pretty brutal.

But on the plus side, I now
hate a whole new genre of music.

All right.
Boyle, Rosa, and Amy, you're up.

Come on, get on it.
And under it. Bangarang.

GINA: Ames, Ames, Ames. Mmm?

You don't want to be around
Holt in your current state. Mmm.

Say hello to the most
confident woman alive.

Gah.

Drink number five.

You are a true friend
and a hot little piece.

Goodbye, Four Drink Amy, sloppy sicko.

His name is…

Blair Underwood. The man I saw in
the grocery store was Blair Underwood.

Hey, Ray. It's time.

For what, Detective Santiago?

For you to give me a
promotion and a 40% raise.

I've been carrying this squad for
two years and my back's getting tired.

Excuse me, Captain. Hey, Amy,
can I talk to you for one second?

Uh, you just did. Burn.

Ah, so good. So, listen. I don't think
Over-Confident Amy is working out.

Maybe you should go back downstairs.

Oh, maybe I should
just have another drink.

Get ready, America. Here comes six.

Oh. What? Okay, that's…

Wait a minute.
Why is Scully up here? Hey, Captain,

how much does it cost
to raise a sunken ship?

Answer. Less than a casino
makes in a year. Hopefully.

[CHUCKLES] What a funny riddle.

Hey, Scully, there's this sandwich
in the other room I want to show you.

Say no more. Oh, that was easy.

What the hell, guys?

You can't just let Scully
go wherever he wants.

We lost track of who was where. Sorry.

Guys, if we're going to pull
this off, we need to focus.

You want to play? Yeah, I want to play.

It's quarters. What am I, a monster?

Terry, tag me in.
You're on Holt party duty.

It seems to me all-wheel drive

is four-wheel drive.

[DANCE MUSIC PLAYS]

I know they say it's not good
to have a TV in the bedroom.

Which is…

Why I don't.

[ALL CHEERING]

I am the King of Jordan!

See, I told you guys we'd
still have fun this weekend.

Wait, Terry, aren't you
supposed to be upstairs?

Not now. It's Schnapps time.

Okay, Amy and Hitchcock are
still upstairs. I think we're still good.

Six Drink Amy

is so alone.

Oh, no!

Six Drink Amy isn't fun.
She's just sad. Damn it.

Guys, this is really bad.
I've got to get up there.

Now, where is everyone? Ah, Detectives.

You're having a party without me.

Captain. No need to explain.

This is going to sound controversial,

but I think that went pretty good.

Man, I've never seen
Captain Holt that upset before.

He looks like a sad block of granite.

What are we going to do?
How do you cheer up granite?

Well, you can salvage it, much
like the casino we've been talking…

-Seriously, stop.
-JEFFORDS: I feel awful.

My fanny is not deep enough to fix this.

Vacation Terry

is dead. The fanny.

I'm going to go talk to Captain Holt.

No, don't do that.

I invited him up here.
I should go talk to him.

Okay. What? I really thought
you were going to fight me on that

and that we'd have a whole back
and forth and eventually you'd go,

"Jake, I respect you,
but I gotta to do this."

No. It's uncomfortable.
I'd much rather you do it.

All right, fine.

Here I go.

You're walking in place. All right!

Hey, we need to write Marcus back fast.

He's already freaked out by how
long it takes me to text him back.

Listen, Rosa.
There's nothing I'd rather do in my life

than write a sexy text to your boyfriend.

But I think this is something
you've got to do on your own.

Why? You're so good at
being lame, and I'm not. Yeah.

Look, I like him. I really like him.

I don't want to screw this crap up.

That's what you should say.

Just take that sentiment, remove
the word "crap," and then send it.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Gah. I sent it.

He didn't write back, so he hates it.
No, wait, look.

Okay. Oh, okay. Dot, dot, dot.

-It's happening. It's a shirtless pic.
-[PHONE DINGS]

We did it. We did it!

Thanks, Boyle. Okay.
I'm going to leave. Don't follow me.

Things are about to get intense.
Makes sense.

Ames.

Gina.

You got to see the Sasquatch.

Was it everything you drumpt?

It was the stuff drumps are made of.

Can you hold my eyes
still, till things stop spinning?

Okay, let's sit you up. There…
Easy does it. There… Oh.

There you go.
Now, drink this entire glass of water.

You're taking care of me.

Just because I know
you won't remember it.

Mmm-mmm. Nope.

You like me.

Six Drink Amy is your friend.

And…
And she's going to be very sick right now.

Okay.

Argh.

I heard you were out here.

Really hate those jets, huh?

I'm not a child.
I don't need a bubble bath.

So, listen… Before you say anything,

I want to say I'm sorry. You're sorry?

Wow. I can't believe I
almost made Terry do this.

Apology accepted.

I was so eager to make up for
all the joshing around I missed,

I forgot this getaway is
really for you detectives.

And one of the things you
are striving to get away from

is your Captain. Yeah.

I mean, it's nothing
against you as a person.

Everyone loves you.

But you're our Captain.

And normally, we get really
drunk and act like crazy idiots

and play stupid games
where we make fun of the boss.

Which is hard when the boss is present.

Yeah.

But not impossible.

I think instead of us
rising to your level,

it's maybe time for you
to stoop down to ours.

[CHUCKLES]

And that's just the start.

I call the game "Real Ray or Fake Ray?"

And joining us is a
very special contestant,

-Captain Ray Holt himself.
-[ALL CHEER]

All right. Here's how the game works.

I will say a phrase.
You tell me if I made it up or

if it's something that Captain
Holt actually said in real life

to an actual human being.

I understand the logic of this game.

Great. Phrase number one.

[IMITATING HOLT] "The
futility of lighting candles

"only to blow them out
immediately is just one reason

"I find children's birthday
parties impractical."

That's Holt. Mmm. Fake.

I say fake, too.

I don't remember saying
it, so it must be fake.

-It was real!
-ALL: Oh!

Terry's kids at their birthday party.

DIAZ: Nice. Oh, I remember now.
Okay. Do another one.

Do another one.
All right, phrase number two.

"Any smile

"that lasts longer than
a second and a half

"is a con man's ruse."

JEFFORDS: Fake.
That's fake. That's a fake one.

I said it.

And I meant it!

[ALL CHEER]