All language subtitles for Ghosts.S04E12

Okay, MoonRockers. Tonight,

we are welcoming a new couple

into our family.

Their pre-enlightenment
names

were Brenda and Ted,

but they will now be known

as Sunrise and Male Number 28.

Hi, everyone.

Wait, what?

I met Sunrise in a threesome

with David Crosby.

And for her recruiting efforts,

Flower here
will now be receiving

extra carrots with dinner.

Male 11,

you will be giving her
your carrots.

Sw... Uh...
Thanks, Male 11.

Just to catch our new
members up, this...

is the Moon Rock.

It is the sacred
meteorite that guides us,

creates the laws we live by,

and that only I can talk to.

In terms of living
arrangements,

Sunrise, you will be
joining me and the other wives

in the Moon Tent,

and Number 44...
Twenty-eight.

Whatever. You will be
communing with nature.

You will be
given a blanket

and a stick
with which to fend off badgers.

Yes, Flower?

I was just wondering,
is the world

still going to end next week?

Oh.

Uh... no.

(gasps)
The Moon Rock

is very happy
with this situation

and, as
such, has

called off
the major meteor explosion

until sundown on...

...February 13,

2025.

(chuckles): Oh!
That's great news.

Well, that's all
for tonight.

So, uh, wives--
to the Moon Tent.

And husbands-- grab your sticks,

and may the badgers
be scarce tonight.

* *

JAY:
All right, team,

I want you to look around.

You are the best

that the Hudson Valley
has to offer.

At this salary level.
ISAAC: Welcome aboard,

everyone.
Isaac Higgintoot.

Management.
JAY: Gabe I know from

my days in New York.

What this man can do
at a prep station

is an inspiration.

Oh, right, New York.

Did I used to sell you weed?

I like Gabe.

Great energy.

Cobra, Neel, very excited
to work with both of you.

I would die for you, Chef.

Got to love
Cobra's commitment.

Happy to be here. Quick "Q"--

who was that hot blonde
I saw in here earlier?

That's my wife.

Not cool, Neel.
JAY:
Moving on.

Everyone, this is Amanda.
What?

What'd I do?
Please don't fire me.

Child, don't worry. You were
the only one that applied

for the position.
JAY:
By opening night,

this team will be
a well-oiled machine.

February 13, 2025--

that's the day
that we make culinary history.

Why does that date
sound so familiar?

Yes, Gabe.

Will there be drug tests?

Wasn't planning on it.

Seems like
maybe there should be.

TREVOR:
So, as you know,

the opening of Jay's restaurant
is tomorrow night,

and the hottest ticket in town

is a seat at the ghost table.

We're talking "Sugar Ray
opening for Limp Bizkit

at Webster Hall" hot.
PETE: Oh, I love
Sugar Ray.

I watched him beat the crap out
of Roberto Durán in 1980.

(chuckles)
I know it's surprising,

but I love blood sports.

TREVOR:
Since Isaac is busy

with the restaurant launch,
I've been put in charge

of choosing who will sit
at the ghost table.

Now, there are
four seats,

and, obviously, Isaac and I
will be in two of them.

Why do you get to go?

Because I'm Isaac's
money manager,

by virtue of the fact
that I went to Wharton

and I have the ability
to touch buttons on a computer.

Which brings me

to the reason

that I gathered you all here.

You are the finalists
for the two remaining seats,

and I

am now open
for pitches.

Go.

This is preposterous.

Hey, is Trevor pushing
his leverage? Sure.

But that's what
good businessmen do.

Plus, the guy's
looking great.
(scoffs)

What? I've never been
to a restaurant before,

okay? I want this.

ALBERTA: I don't want
to toot my own horn,

so I'll just throw others
under the bus.

You really want a guy

who smells like wolf urine
sitting with you?

That's a good point.

Sorry, Thor.

That was cutthroat.

But as someone who
has cut many throat,

Thor respect.

Well, if Thor's out,
then I'm out.

PETE:
I'm out, too.

The truth is,
with my ghost power,

I'm able to visit
a restaurant anytime I like.

I've already smelled out,
like, three times this week.

This is ridiculous.

I am the lady of this
house, and, as such,

I will not grovel for
my rightful place at that table.

Well, then you're out, too.

Congratulations,
Alberta and Sass.

I'll see you both
at opening night.

Sorry, Hetty.

You can still come
to the opening.

You just have to stand.

PETE:
I was standing
front row

at an MMA fight last week.

One of their teeth
flew right through my head.

Damn, Pete.

I have a lot of repressed rage.

(sizzling)

Cobra, come on.

You were supposed
to turn that 20 seconds ago.

Flounder is a delicate fish!

And my favorite character
from Animal House.

Oh! Stir that sauce, girl!

What are you doing?

It's so frustrating.

I just wish I could,
like, Ratatouille them.

What's "ratatouille"?
SASAPPIS: It's a movie

where a rat
controls a cook.
It's good.

It's about a restaurant.
It's like that show The Bear,

but it's a comedy.

Gabe, there's supposed to be

three mini samosas
on this plate.

(mouth full):
I think I dropped one.

FLOWER:
Aw,

I miss the munchies.

Hey, that's not bad.
JAY: No.

It's still not right.

It's undercooked.
It's oversauced.

We open tomorrow, and the
kitchen staff isn't even ready.

Look, I know you're nervous
about the restaurant opening,

but everything
is gonna go great.

Yeah, Gabe
clearly enjoyed the samosa.

Gabe would probably eat
a horse right now.

Is the point that Gabe
has a refined palate?

And the lamb looks great.
Here, let me try it.

Mmm. This is good.

I like it.
JAY: There's
too much going on.

You can't even taste the meat.

No, it's meaty.

But it could be meatier, right?

"Meatier, right?"

"Meatier, right?"

(gasps)

Meteorite.

That's what the meteorite
is telling us.

February 13, 2025--

the day the world is gonna end.

February 13, 2025.

Sam, you and Jay need
to get underground right now!

What?
The world is going to end
tomorrow at sundown.

It has been foretold.

What's going on? (gasps)
Is this a ghost thing?

(singsongy):
Exciting.
It's Flower.

For some reason, she's saying

the world is gonna end tomorrow

and we need to get underground.

I don't have time to deal with
any Flower nonsense right now.

The only disaster
I'm worried about tomorrow

is Neel's tambda rassa.

I should be there
for Jay's talk with Neel.

(sighs)
Management.

Sam, you need
to listen to me.

Okay, it's not
a great time.

¡Por Dios,
Samantha, escúchame!

¿Quieres morir?

THORFINN:
She only speak Spanish

when she very upset.

Flower teaching Thor little.

And, not to brag, but she
say it going "no bueno."

Flower, I appreciate that
you're trying to help,

but Jay is under
a lot of stress right now.

He's gonna be under a lot
of moon rock pretty soon

if you don't heed
my warning!

Let's just get through
the restaurant opening,

and then I promise
you'll have my full attention

about the end of the world.

But you'll all be dead.

Uh-huh, sure, thank you.

(gasps, exhales)

I'm gonna save Sam and Jay.

Even if it means stopping
this restaurant opening

from ever happening!

HETTY:
I'm so happy for you about

your restaurant
opening.
Thank you, Hetty.

But I will be blunt--

I am concerned.
About the lack

of horse pie on this menu?

Yes, it's a concern I share.

I'm just worried that with you
situated at the ghost table,

in the middle of all the action,

you might accidentally
get walked through.

Oh, dear.

And release my noxious curse.

That would be terrible.

That could clear the room.

But...

not if you are safely tucked
away in some dark corner.

Yes, I suppose, although
I'd hate to be so sidelined.

True. But one could argue
that, from such a perch,

you might have a better
vantage point from which

to view the entire space.

Hmm. Interesting.

I always did like being far
from the action in battle.

For strategic purposes.

But that does leave the
matter of an empty seat.

One that I would
be happy to fill

with your blessing.

Then it's settled.

You shall take my spot
at the ghost table,

and I shall triumphantly lurk
in the corner,

watching over my success.

Huzzah.
Huzzah!

(laughing)

You guys, the world
is ending tomorrow.

We got to stop
the restaurant from opening

so we can save Sam and Jay.

Not now, Flower.

We're discussing
the big opening.

And I'm going to watch
from the sidelines,

where one can see it all.

Why won't anyone listen?

(groans loudly)
(sighs)

Hmm.

Hey, guys.

I need your help.
Oh.

What is it, Flower?
Well,

I hate to be the bearer
of bad news...

Wait, did somebody
just say "bear"?

You did.

Oh, right. (sighs)

The thing is,
I have it on good authority

that the world
is going to end tomorrow.

Really?
According to
the prophet,

Bruce, there's going to be
a massive meteorite shower,

destroying all life
on the Earth's surface.
CATHERINE: You know,

it's interesting.
We've been seeing

some dark tidings down here.

The water heater recently died.

(gasps)
Hey, I'm buying
what you're selling.

In our experience,
life usually does end

with some mass
catastrophic event.

Yeah, cholera outbreak,
doomsday meteorite--

it all checks out.
If I could

just figure out a way
to stop the restaurant opening,

we could save
Sam and Jay's lives.

Well, we might be able
to help with that.

Really? How?

Did we ever tell you
about our ghost powers?

Excited for the
festivities tomorrow?

I am.

And I will be sure to wave
at you from the ghost table.

Well, it shan't be a
far wave, because I'll be

just across the table,

as I'm now also
sitting there.

No, you were sitting there.

But I heard
about your little conversation

and convinced Isaac that
he'd be lonely in the corner.

And now he'd like his
good friend Hetty to join him.

I gave your seat to Baxter.

Which I heard about

and proceeded to convince Baxter
that attending Isaac's opening

would be a stab in the back
to his good friend Nigel,

whom Isaac left
at the altar.

We can go round and
round, Lefkowitz.

Whatever. You're
not sitting at that table.

Is this because I'm Irish?

Haven't my proud people
suffered enough?

What?

This has nothing
to do with that.

Well, then why on earth
are you so determined

to exclude me from this dinner?

Fine. If you
must know,

it's 'cause I don't like how
you ended things between us.

What? You broke up with me.

Because I caught you
trying to get with Thor.

As part of a complicated
Good Luck Chuck scenario.

We've been through this.
It doesn't matter.

You didn't even have the decency
to talk to me about it first.

The point is,

you're out, and I win.

T-Money.

More like T-New Money!

Yeah, that's right!

That's the kind of quips
you won't be getting

at that table without me there!

Excellent-looking
marinade, Cobra.

I love the color
on that chicken, Gabe.

And I love you, man.
ALBERTA:
Whatever Gabe

took in the bathroom
is kicking in.

Amanda,
that is a perfect consistency.

Hey, what's the deal
with that manager chick?

Is she seeing anyone?

The deal is she's my sister.

And yes, she's seeing someone.

But is it, like, solid?

It's really
a numbers game for Neel.

Your number's zero.

Which is how high
you can count, Thor.

Thor count to one,
which is number

of small, ugly hats
on your head.

PETE: Oh,
the zingers.

I feel like
I'm at a Dean Martin roast.

So, how you feeling?

Honestly, I don't
want to jinx it,

but dinner service
starts in an hour,

and I think people are actually
going to love it.

ISAAC:
We made it, guys.

Huzzah.
Ah, this would be more impactful

if either of you could hear me.

FLOWER:
All right, let's hurry.

After this, we still need
to convince Sam and Jay

to seek shelter
downstairs with us.

You heard the lady. Time
to neutralize the kitchen staff.

What's happening?
¡Viva la revolución!

Yeah, I feel good.

Oh. Hey, guys.

What are you all doing up here?

Attack!

* *

(staff retching)
What the heck just happened?!

We're saving Sam and Jay
before the world ends.

Turns out
the basement ghost power

is giving people cholera.

That not good.

Oh, they'll be all right
tomorrow.

But they're gonna have
a rough night. (chuckles)

This is a disaster. Flower,
what the hell did you do?!

You ruined my restaurant!

SAMANTHA: For what
it's worth, I'm hearing

that the cholera is temporary,

and it's not contagious.

Ooh, you hate when
that's the good news.

Do we have to, like,
call the CDC?
JAY: What?

No. We can't tell anyone
about this.

Ask for Gary Thomas.
He'll be discreet.

He helped me out back in '84

when there was a dengue fever
outbreak in Laos,

and I had to get the Robinsons
home from their honeymoon.

FLOWER: Sam,
tell Jay he might

be upset right now,
but he is going

to be relieved when meteors
rain down on the Earth,

and all life on the surface
is extinguished.

Yeah, these are some dark
silver linings.
JAY: Okay, Bela,

let's write up some sort
of damage-control email

that doesn't
specifically mention cholera

and send it to the guests.
BELA:
Okay.

We can use the template I have
from when there was an outbreak

of worms at the cat café.

Cool.

I can't believe you, Flower.

You knew how important
this night was to Jay.

Please, Sam, we have
to get to the basement.

The world is ending at sundown.

ISAAC:
Flower,

the sun set
almost a half an hour ago.

Really?
THORFINN:
Yes.

Great wolf Skoll already
chase Sun out of sky

to begin nightly journey
through Underworld.

Sorry to get scientific.

But...

the world didn't end.

I don't understand.

Bruce told us.

Wait.
Did the meteorite lie to Bruce?

Oh, she's so close.

You really don't get it?
Bruce lied.

He wasn't a prophet.
He was a con man.

The cult was a scam.

It was?

SAMANTHA:
How do you not see that?

You ruined the
restaurant opening for nothing.

(gasps)

I'm such an idiot.

(crying)

(sighs)

Hey, guys, how's it going?

Oh, wait. I remember.

I'm an idiot,
and I've ruined everything.

(crying)

HETTY:
Trevor.

May I sit,
or am I banned

from all tables
across the property?

Knock yourself out.

You know, I very much enjoyed
today's battle

of social manipulation.

You are quite
the formidable opponent.

Yeah, well, you don't
get to be president

of your local B'nai B'rith
youth organization chapter

without knowing how
to play the game.

Okay, it's not exactly
the Newport 400.

Look, it's not like I want to
get back together or anything.

It's just, we used
to be friends,

and then we were
kind of a power couple,

and then we were...

nothing.

I certainly could have
handled things better.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

You know, I, too,
miss our friendship.

And I agree, we were
something of a power couple.

Mm.

But maybe

we can be...

power friends.

I'm listening.

I'm proposing an alliance.

Instead of jousting
with each other,

we collude
against the other ghosts

to our mutual benefit,

with the ultimate goal
of ruling the house.

As power friends.
Mm.

I like it. Plus, it sounds like
a Saturday-morning cartoon.

Is that good?
Duh! They rocked.

Okay, what the hell?
Let's do it.

Power friends.

Power friends.

(chuckles)

Now what?

Now, we sit
and await opportunities

to be better
than other people.

Maybe in the living room?

More foot traffic. Smart.

Hey, Flower, how are you doing?

You're still talking to me?
Look,

I'm very upset
about what you did.

You sabotaged the opening
of the restaurant

in literally
the grossest way possible.

But

I know you only did it
because you care about us.

I am so sorry, Sam.

Thank you, Flower.
For once,

I thought I was the one
that was going to be right,

and everyone would thank me
for saving the day.

But it turns out
I'm just the joke

everyone thought I was.

Well, people love jokes.

Knock-knocks,
chicken crossed the road.

Steve Martin's whole
arrow-through-the-head bit,

which, yes, hits a little close
to home, but I still eat it up.

SASAPPIS: You're not
a joke, Flower.

Yes, you may have been
duped by Bruce,

and yes, you can be
a little naive sometimes,

but it's because
you have this beautiful ability

to see the best in people.

ALBERTA: And we
love that about you.

We all could take a page
out of your book.

Bruce promised a better life

when things were
really hard for me,

and I had nowhere else to turn.

That's what cults do.

They prey on people
who are vulnerable.

That's how I got involved
in the whole Amway thing.

I died with a garage
full of that crap.

I really just wanted to belong.

You do belong, with us.

Yeah, absolutely.
Yeah.

Thanks, guys.

So, I guess

opening night is canceled?

It looks that way.

Jay can't do an entire
dinner service on his own.

Well, can't you,
Bela and Mark pitch in?

We don't know the recipes.

Oh.

But you guys do.

The three of you have been there
the whole time,

watching in the kitchen while
he's been training the staff

on the menu.
SASAPPIS:
She's right.

We know that menu
inside and out.
PETE: When to put things

in the oven, when to take them
out, how to plate them.

Yeah, we just can't interact
with the physical world.

But Sam, Bela and Mark can.
SASAPPIS:
Flower, that's genius.

We can tell Sam
what needs to be done,

and, Sam, you can tell them.

It'll be like Ratatouille,
but with ghosts.

Ghostatouille.

You really think this'll work?
I do.

But I believe everything,
which we are now framing

as one of my great qualities.

Okay, let's give it a shot.

Ghostatouille!
Felt worth repeating

since it didn't garner much
of a response the first time.

It's Ratatouille plus ghosts.

Sam, is it helpful if you
write this down for people?

This needs more coriander!

Bela, that saag paneer
needs more coriander.

ALBERTA:
Oh, these samosas are done.
Those are done, Mark.

Table six low on water!
Table six needs more water.

On it.

How is she tracking all this?

Oh, I don't know, Mark.

She's a woman, and she's good at
her job. I've heard about you.

Not in my kitchen, Mark.

Ah, the things they do
to this poor man.

(indistinct chatter)

These are some pretty
prime seats, huh?

Yeah, not bad.

Excuse me. This table was
reserved for myself and Trevor.

Well, there's plenty of room.
You're welcome to join us.

You can sit next to me.

No, thank you. I'm good.

Basement buddies.

Basement buddies.

Ladies and gentleman, Chef Jay.

(applause and whooping)

Uh... (chuckles)

Well, I hope you're enjoying
your first course.

Um, this menu
was intended

to be a modern take on the
foods that I grew up eating,

because,
above all else,

Mahesh is about family.

You know,
in a family,

you can have your disagreements.

And, to be honest,
we had one today.

But then we came together
to make tonight happen,

and I'm so grateful
to share it with you all.

(applause)

Great speech.
Who is this guy?

JAY:
Thank you, everyone.

Enjoy your meals.

You heard him.
Thank you for coming.

(Isaac groans)

(gasps)

Oh.

(people murmuring)
SAMANTHA:
Sorry.

That was me.
Wow.

There's really nothing
Sam won't do for us.

Back to my corner.

Retreat.

Well, I'm glad
you guys are feeling better.

I know it was a rough 24 hours.

Yeah, I looked up the symptoms,

and I know
this is gonna sound weird,

but it kept coming up "cholera."

Well, obviously,
it wasn't an extremely rare

and mostly eradicated
infectious disease,

'cause that would be crazy.

How's Jay gonna get
out of this one?
JAY: Anyway,

we looked into it,
had a guy run some labs.

Science stuff. Turns out,
it was the romaine lettuce

we ate at family meal.

He's blaming lettuce?

Haven't America's honest
lettuce pickers had enough?

Oh, it was my idea. It came
to me because I recently learned

there's such a thing
called "bacteria,"

which are like little men
that live on the leaves

and punch your stomach
from the inside.

We're still following
laws this fool made.

JAY:
So we're all agreed?

It was the romaine
and nothing else?

ALL:
Yes, Chef!

Man, these people
will believe anything.

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