All language subtitles for S05E09 - The M.V.P.

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- Is today the baseball day?

- Today was supposed to be
the baseball day, yes.

- The finale?
- Championship.

- Same thing.

What time did you need me
to show up

to watch you play the baseball?

- Well, as of right now,
there you might be anything

for you to watch.
- Oh?

- Gwen dropped out.

Apparently she has to go see

a friend she met
on the internet, so...

we are missing a right fielder.

- Can you play both parts?

- Positions. And, no.
That's the whole problem.

We will forfeit the game

if we can't come up
with a ninth player.

- Well on the upside,
there is an Isabelle Huppert

double feature playing
at the Elmdale Art House.

- David, I can't bail
on the game,

I just have to find
a ninth player.

- Okay, well, good luck.
It sounds a bit last minute.

- You know, they don't even
have to do anything,

they pretty much just
stand there.

- Have you asked Ronnie?

- Uh, she is on the other team,

and I'm pretty sure she hates me

after the bathroom incident.

- Oh, I forgot about that.

- Hey, you know what, David,
since you were already

planning on being there,
maybe-maybe you...

- Absolutely not!

- Just two hours of your life.
- No, no, no, no, no, no!

- We just need a body!
- Then go to the morgue.

- I will cover you
if any flies come your way.

- I have a spray for that.

And you know my stance
on team sports.

- I do. Given today's
political climate,

we don't need to divide
ourselves any more

than we already have.
- Correct.

- Have I mentioned to you
that there will be a...

barbecue after?

- I have a couple questions.

- How many of the questions
are about the barbecue?

- Most of them.

Like, how soon after the game
is the barbecue,

and will the players get
to eat first,

and if so, who's enforcing
that rule?

- I love you, David.
- Okay. I...

you say that now, but...
- Mm... muah!

- I don't do well with running.

- All right.

♪♪♪

- Ronnie, I don't know
what the big deal is!

Nobody's gonna even notice
that Stevie's not at the game.

- That's not the problem,
Roland.

- I gotta be honest, sometimes
I don't even notice her

when she's standing
right in front of me.

- Roland, the rules say
that we can't play

if we don't have nine players!

And I can't stomach
the thought of Patrick's team

winning by default;
the man looks like a thumb!

- Ooh, Ronnie!

I'm gonna need you to pour
a little of that picante sauce

on the game today.

Because my bookie, Lorenzo,
gave me great odds

on us taking this.

- There is not going
to be a game

if we don't have a full team!
- Um, excuse me?

I used to play a little
ball in my day.

I was the star left fielder
from my school team.

- You played college ball?

- No, Hebrew school.

There were seven of us,
surprisingly,

not a big turn-out, but uh,

the Flying Latkes ended up
in fourth place.

- Johnny, I think some
things have changed

since played ball, okay?

For one thing, the war is over.
Ohhh!

- Well, excuse me,
I thought you were in a bind,

and needed a player, but uh,

forget it, I'm taking
my offer back.

- Roland, he's our only option.

- No, he's not!

Joce has a CPR dummy
that we can just throw

out into left field.
- Roland!

We're going with Johnny!
- Ah, boy.

- Great! And just so you know,

I had a pretty strong arm
in the outfield.

The Rabbi used to call me
"Popeye".

- Okay... I am gonna give
Lorenzo a call,

and change my bet.

I'm gonna put everything I got
on the other team.

- Hi Honey, is your Daddy home?

- This is so exciting!

I've never been
in a musical before.

Although I did have a cousin
who was in "Riverdance"

until she got trampled.

- Yeah, um, I was one of
the original Pussycat Dolls,

But I only lasted like,
two weeks.

Because apparently,
I'm "too pretty".

This is gonna be such a fun day!

Hey, Twyla!

- What about you, Stevie?

I didn't even know that
you wanted to be an actor.

- I don't.
- Fine, "artist".

- I've been dreading
this rehearsal

for the past two days.

- Okay, as star of the show,

you might wanna set like,
a different tone for everyone.

- I think this is a huge
mistake.

- You're not wrong.

There has been a lot
of confusion as to why

I'm not the star of the show,
but fair is fair.

You earned it.
- No, I didn't.

I didn't audition.

I don't like attention.

I can't think of anything worse

than standing on a stage

in front of a room
full of people.

- Okay, Stevie, I think
you just need to chill.

If this is anything
like my first day

with the Pussycat Dolls,

it'll be a couple of hours
of Kegels,

and then an afternoon
of cheeky Bellinis.

- It's just a lot of pressure.

- Don't even worry about it.

I got your back today, girl.

Just like Nicole Scherzinger
did for me.

- Willkommen and bienvenue,

welcome, you... to "Cabaret!"

Not now, not yet.

- Okay, mhmm.

- I'm sure this will come
as a shock to all of you,

but this production will
mark my directorial debut!

- Mmm...

Oh.

- Missing cues already.

No, I'm-I'm simply here
to inspire.

And instruct, and bring out
the very best in you.

And I want to start the day
with my lupanarian

Kit Kat Girls!

- We've also included anyone
who's requested extra

rehearsal time to work
on their dance moves.

- I just wanna limber up.

There's some pretty tricky
footwork, so...

- First, everyone, please,
direct your gaze...

to the beating heart
of our show,

our Sally Bowles, Miss Stevie...

- Budd.
- Budd!

You're wondering,
are we really going to lay

this colossal enterprise
upon her tiny shoulders?

Yes! I'm a 100% confident

that you will all soon see
what I hope

I believe I may be seeing
in you, Stevie.

- Thank you.

- As long as you're up,
why don't we jump right in?

You can help me lead
the first exercise.

- Uh, I thought this more of
a meet and greet kind of thing.

- It's the afternoon upon which

your bodies will meet
and greet...

the boards.

- Okay, this is called...

"Monster on my Back."

- Oh fuck...

- Wow...

- Okay, just so you're aware,

I had a very cute,

"my boyfriend's on the baseball
team" spectator look

prepared for today,

and now I'm wearing tap shoes.

- They're called cleats,
and I think you look very cute.

- That's a given.

This just isn't how I pictured

being a placeholder rolling out.

- Here. I thought we could
head outside,

maybe throw the ball around
a little bit?

- This glove is brown.
My shoes are black.

What exactly are we doing here?

- We're gonna practice?
- Practice what?!

You told me I was just
a body in a field!

- Hey, Patrick.
- Hey, Mr. Rose.

- Whoa!
- What are you doing?!

- Well, what are you doing?

- Patrick's forcing me
to be on his team

for the game today.
- Yeah.

- Well, Roland and Ronnie
wanted me to be on their team

for the game today.
- Oh my God!

- That's funny, 'cause Ronnie's
been telling me all week

how stacked her team is!

So yeah, so this makes sense.

- Oh. Well, David,
So yl'm surprised to seeense.

- Oh. Well, David,
I'm surprised to see

you back in a uniform.

- Whoa, I'm sorry,
"back" in a uniform?

- Okay, we don't need
to get into it.

- He didn't tell you?

Well, David holds
the Little League record

for most times hit by a ball.

- That's assuming it wasn't
intentional.

They let me go home early.

- So... where are you
putting him?

- Right field.

- Okay, well, I'll try
and get everyone

to pull the ball to the left.

- Well, thank you, Mr. Rose,

but we're trying to keep
morale high.

David and I are actually
just going outside

to throw the ball around.
- Well, that sounds like fun.

I think I'll oil up the glove
and join you.

- Ew! Please don't.

- Oh David, don't worry,
you'll be great.

I just wish I'd kept
that helmet I got you.

- Does this come in black?

- You can use mine.

Once...

- Once.

- Uh no, we've moved on
from the mirror exercise.

- Oh, okay, sorry. Go ahead.

- Once...

- At the motel...

- One word at a time.

- Okay.

- Once...

- Uh sorry,
I'm not good at this,

I'm just not good at this, so.

- Okay, um, maybe someone else
should jump in at this point.

- Excellent idea, Alexis.
Okay, I'll play with Stevie.

And perhaps we'll get a clearer
idea of what we need here.

- Maybe you could do it
with somebody else though,

let somebody else try.
- First word is a gimme.

So you may say "once."

- Once...
- Upon...

- A...

- Nightmare...
- My...

- Captor...
- Was...

- Dismembering...

- Okay, does it always
get so dark?

- Oh, I'm, I'm just flowing
with your energy, Stevie.

Which is good, but...

you may require a little
scordatura.

Why don't I break us up
into groups.

- That's a good idea,
'cause it's better

than what's happening here.
- I'm glad you agree.

- I'll... I'll number us off!
- Um, one, two.

One, two.

Two.

Two... two, two.

Jocelyn, take group two
for some movement exercises.

- Mhmm.
- Thank you.

- And you and I will do
a little more one on one.

- Okay, hey!

Do you think we could maybe
switch parts at this point?

- Um, at this point I really
wouldn't want to.

But if it makes you feel better,

I think lunch is soon.

- Um, I'm just wondering when
the Bellinis are coming out?

Stay strong, babe.

- Alexis, we don't need
to exercise our movement?

Come here.

- You ready?
- Uh, yeah.

- Okay, next time,
can you make sure

the ball goes into my glove?
Thanks so much.

- It's a ground ball, David.
So in a game situation,

it is possible that the ball
won't be hit

directly into your glove.

- How's it going, boys?
Do you mind if I toss a few?

- That'd be great, Mr. Rose.

That way I won't be the only
one chasing the ball

every time I miss David's glove.

- Okay, the last thing
I need right now

are two people coaching me
on something

I didn't wanna do
in the first place.

- Well, it's more for me, David.

Popeye's arm isn't what
it used to be.

- Nobody's gonna call you
Popeye.

- Look alive, Patrick!

Whoa, hold it.

Uh, Johnny?

What are we doing here?

- Just tossing the ball
around, Roland.

No big deal.
- Wait, David's your sub?

I thought you told me that
your team was stacked!

- Good to see you too, Ronnie.
- Yeah...

- Dave, be honest with me.

Are you just playing to make
your dad look good?

I may have to call
my bookie again, right?

- Okay, this is passive
harassment.

- Anyway, we just stopped by
to say we're having

a little pre-game bevvy
and pep talk at my place

if you want to join us, Johnny.

- Well, I think I'll just
stick around,

and loosen up a bit, Ronnie.

- Johnny, I don't think
it's really ethical for you

to be doing spring training
with the enemy.

- He's not the enemy, Roland.
He's my son.

There are no sons in baseball!

- What?

- I'd argue most baseball
players are somebody's son.

- So what does that make me?!
- Ohhhh!

- No but, just 'cause he,
he said there's...

- Yeah, you know what,
good luck.

'Cause you all
are gonna need it.

- Yeah, I'm looking at you.
- Yeah.

- Wow, she is really not a fan.

- Ohh man, I wanna win
this game.

- Okay, you told me
it was just for fun, though!

- Well, it is for fun, David,

but a little rivalry
is part of the fun.

It's like when we used
to play the Catholic kids

from Our Lady of Perpetual
Sorrow.

The worst school cheer
I ever heard.

Blaaah! Aah! Aah! Aah!

- Let's be aware!

There are two groups
in the room, voices carry.

- Okay.

- But this is actually
a good distraction for you.

Because when you're on stage,

you're going to have to drown
it all out.

Okay, so let's now focus
on the image

you were about to conjure
for me.

- Okay...

I'm in the Town Hall.

I'm wearing my maroon
plaid hoodie.

And I'm feeling...

very uncomfortable.

- Hmm, vivid.

Visceral. Excellent, Stevie.

Although the exercise
does ask us to recall

a traumatic event in our life.

This sounds almost
as if you're describing

what's happening right now.

- Well, I am.
- Oop!

There's that razor sharp wit
that landed you the role.

- Ah, Moira. Group two
is gonna take a fiver.

I have not had
this much exercise

since I birthed Roland Jr.

- Look at you, Jocelyn!

Pushing your authority
as assistant director

to its limit.

But Stevie and I are still
doing some memory sculpting.

- Uh, Mrs. Rose, I think
I could really use

a five minute break.
- Oh, Stevie.

Okay, but we've chatted
30 seconds already,

so we'll call it a company
four-and-a-half.

- Okay.

- Okay...

- Hey.
- Hey.

- So before I take my five,

which technically won't start
until after this conversation,

I just wanted to have
a conversation with you.

It's about Stevie.

- Oh Alexis, I can't say
I didn't see this coming.

This must be very difficult
for you,

watching one of your
contemporaries step in

as Sally, when you fought
so hard for the role.

- Oh my God, no!
I read the script,

and never would've been able
to memorize those lines.

- May I ask where your concern
lies, then?

- This is all a little intense.

- Hmm?
- Especially for Stevie.

- If anything I'm going
easy on her.

You should've seen
the conditioning

Rocky put me through.

Our first day consisted
of mud runs,

and sob therapy!
- Okay.

Well, she's not you,

and I think she's actually
regretting signing up for this.

And feels like
it was a big mistake.

- Really? What gave you
that impression?

- Because she told me that she
regrets signing up for this,

and feels like
it was a big mistake.

- That kind of attitude's
not going to get her

very far as an actress.

- Well, she's clearly not
an actress.

You told us this morning that
you were here to inspire,

instruct, and bring out
the best in all of us.

- If only we needed to fill
the role of a Dictaphone!

- I'm just saying.
- And your point is made.

Thank you.

Whatever's left
of the five minutes

might do us all some good.

Thank you.

All right now, two away!

All right, players to first
and second!

Outfield in a little bit,
two away now, let's go!

- Okay, I don't know
who this is,

but can we put him back
in the box?

David, keep your glove up!

Protect your face!

Hey, Johnny! No coaching.

- Always be ready!

- Ugh!

- Johnny, why don't you just
put on a little apron,

and serve them the win
on a silver platter?!

- I'm just helping out
my son, Roland.

The kid has no idea
what he's doing!

- I can hear you!

- Okay, uh, Ronnie,
hit one out to right field.

There's basically nobody
out there,

Nobody's gonna catch it,
go ahead.

You got this, you got it!

- Ohhh!
- You can do it, David!

Get out of the way, David!

It's okay, David, I got it.

- Hey, you know what?!
It's not okay.

I'm doing you the favour,

not a body that had
to catch things,

flying very fast in the air!

So...

I'm out!

- Well, actually, David,
uh, Ronnie's out,

and the inning's over,
and technically,

you're walking in the right
direction.

- Well, that's good for you,
then, please get my glove.

- Knock, knock!
- Team?

- Um, a firefighter
with back pain?

- No, try again.

- Knock, knock!

- A vacuum salesman?
I don't know.

- Bob, try to communicate
what's written on the paper.

- Is-is there a bell
I could ring?

You know, I don't,
I don't wanna be rude,

but uh, they could be
having dinner.

- Um, you know, just keep
knocking until someone

guesses what, or who you are.

- Help me out here.

Knock, knock.

- Yes, let's you and I sit
this one out, shall we?

End things on a lighter note.

It is called a "play",
not a "work".

Someone caught in the rain!

- Um, Mrs. Rose?

I've been thinking...

- Oh, that's your first mistake.

Don't think, Stevie,
just trust your instincts.

- Okay... well, my instincts
are telling me

that I'm in over my head.

- See, deciphering which
instincts to trust

that's the real skill.

You're feeling overwhelmed.

- After some quiet reflection,

it occurred to me that
this morning's exercises

might've been a bit advanced.

Please remember, this is all
new to me as well.

Ooh! A guy that works
with animals, but not a vet...

We're in this together.

- Okay...

- Might I share with you
an anecdote about my director...

- A man with amnesia!
- Yes!

Well, he may have a story
or two about that

from his later years.

- No, sorry, I mean, the game.

It-he's a man with amnesia!

- Yes! Oh, I'm so glad
somebody figured it out!

Oh, I actually forgot what
I was supposed to do up here!

Ohh!

- You know that you have
to come up

and play the game now, right?

- I think I can handle that.

- Ohhh...
- Thanks.

- Vampire person!

Oh! Ghost! Ghost girl!

Hemophiliac!

- Woman with amnesia!

- No!

- Hey! Patrick.

I don't mean to put
any pressure on you,

but you do realize that
it's the bottom of the ninth,

two out, bases are loaded,

and the game's on the line,
right?

- Yeah, I realize that,
thank you, Ronnie.

- So, who's up?

- Oh, I think you know who's up.

- The barbecue guy wasn't ready,

but he gave me some chips.

- Okay David, you're up,
but I'm gonna talk to the ump

and see if we can
pinch hit for you.

- Why? It's the only part
of this stupid game

that I'm actually good at.

- Well, you struck out
three times, so...

- I tipped it that one time,
you even admitted that!

- No, that's true, and that
was a-that was a great tip.

It's just that we're trying
to win here.

- Hey! Hey! Do we have
a batter, or what?!

What's going on?
- Yeah, I'm doing it.

I'm doing the batting.
- Ohhh, okay, great!

All right!
- Okay.

- Easy out everyone, easy out!

Fire up the grill, we'll be
there in a couple of seconds!

- Okay, everyone shut up!

Ronnie, throw the thing.

Unh!

Oh my God! Run, David, run!

- Way to go, son!
- All right, David!

Johnny! Get the ball!

This is it!
Go, David! Drop the bat!

What are you waiting
for, Johnny?

Come on, he's going home!

All the way, David! All the way!

Aaaah!

- Safe!
- Yeaaaaah!

- Are you okay?
- Did I do it?

- You did it.

You did it!

Wooo!

Woo!

David Rose, hit the ball!

- Ohhh!

Wooooo!
- Woo! That's my boy!

- You know, Johnny,
the next time I need a sub,

remind me to ask the blind goat
over at Mrs. Divine's farm.

- It's just a game, Roland.

- Popeye smokes his son
square in the back.

- It was a quick recovery,
Ronnie,

but thanks for the play-by-play.

- Well, luckily for me,
I had a side bet

on whether Johnny would throw
the game in his kid's favour.

I consider it a split.

- When you get hit in the back
playing a game

you never wanted to play
in the first place,

does that make you the VIP?

- The MVP, and uh, no,
we're not doing that.

- Okay, what if we were
doing it, though?

- Well then, you would
definitely be the VIP.

- Okay.

- Listen, I'm sorry if this
game sorta unleashed

my competitive side.

- Yeah, we really don't need
to meet him again.

- But, you know,
part of me wonders,

would you have hit a home run

if I hadn't lit that fire
in you?

Because I have never seen you
run like that.

- Yeah, it was mainly because
I was smelling the barbeque.

- Ah.
- Up. Higher.

- Okay.
- Thank you.