All language subtitles for Love Life (2020) 2x10 - Epilogue (English)

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I used to think that I excited him,

that I completed him.

But he was lost.

So was his manhood.

? Look at this, Melvin ?

? Look at this little-ass boy ?

? Snatching up a Black queen ?

? Then treating her like a toy ?

? He's got a meal but
acting like she's a snack ?

? She calls him out, and he deflects ?

? Imagine that ?

? He's not a king,
he's a little-ass boy ?

? Can't tell the truth,
can't experience any joy ?

? Women, if you meet
him, you better run ?

? He'll waste your time ?

? And he won't even be able to come ?

- _
- Hey, babe,

you wanna know what the key
to really great celery is?

- What is it?
- It's gotta be hard and stiff.

And it just can't wilt under pressure.

Okay, you know what? I...

Why did we even come to this?
Why would she invite me?

Isn't that obvious, babe?
It's just to embarrass you.

You want me to spell it out?

? You ain't a king,
you a little-ass boy ?

? With a tiny little
pee-pee and a little-ass... ?

- Marcus.
- Hey.

- Hey.
- Thanks so much for coming.

Yeah, no, thanks so
much for inviting me.

Oh, and congrats on your
"New York" mag write-up.

You must be thrilled.

I am, I am. Take that, Lin.

Ho-ho, got him!

This is my boyfriend, Ben.

Nice to meet you. This
is my girlfriend, Mia.

- Hi.
- Hey, I loved your play.

It was very illuminating.

Illuminating of what?

Oh.

Well, Mia was just saying
that she appreciated

how you could take our relationship

and turn it into art.

Okay, wait.

Marcus, you didn't think
that was about you, right?

'Cause I wrote that during the pandemic.

It was purely a product
of my imagination.

She did. And it was. I was there.

- We should make the rounds.
- Yeah.

- My friend from A24 is here.
He's excited to meet you.

- Well, Yahtzee.
- Okay.

- Nice seeing you, Marcus.
- Yeah.

And good luck, Mia.

What?

Good luck. Just a little luck.

- Oh.
- Come on, babe.

Oop!

- Good luck to you too, bitch.
- Yo, wow.

- What?
- That was crazy.

That was crazy.

? Little-ass drink
for my little-ass boy ?

? And my little-ass drink
for my little-ass boy ?

? And he can't even
come, he can't even come ?

? He got a little weenie
and he can't even come ?

Here, I'm sorry.

That was the last one, I promise.

You got reamed, huh?

Yeah, I got worked.

I mean, you do realize
that you broke us up, right?

What?

Remember that time
we ran into each other

when I was moving a car

to the other side of the street?

Oh, listen, baby.

I can't help it that you just be, like,

breaking up with people
whenever I walk by.

Oh, well, maybe I should write

a little shitty play about it,

see if I can't figure that out.

Don't be mad 'cause Ola's profiting

off of her bitterness.

Oh, off-off-Broadway turns a profit?

Ouch. Wow.

You are spicy tonight. This is crazy.

I know, I know, I'm bitter, I'm bitter.

'Cause I ain't got no job.

I'm out here freelance editing

these shitty manuscripts.

And I cannot tell folks
that they are shitty

and that I wrote better
stuff in high school

because I need to earn.

Why don't you just write something?

Why don't you write a book?

Yeah, pissed-off Black man
writes stinging takedown

of the racist white publishing industry.

Yeah.

I don't know, I mean, yeah,
there's something there.

Yeah, but you're into it. I can tell.

You're, like, thinking about it...

- Babe, babe...
- Calculating.

Baby, I appreciate your enthusiasm,

but I need an income.

We're talking about saving
up for a bigger place,

having a kid, you're
still helping your mom.

Look, as far as the money,
I can hold us down for a bit.

You don't have to worry about it.

The big question is,
what do you have to say?

All right. I mean,
I do have a lot to say.

I know, you got a lot
of little-ass thoughts?

I'm kidding. I had to.
It's like you set me up.

But then what the fuck
are we talking about?

Then say it. Write it.

- I love you so much.
- I love you too.

- Hey, yo, marry me.
- What?

Marry me. Come on, you know you wanna.

"Come on, you know you wanna marry me?"

What? What are you saying?

- I think I said it.
- Where's my ring?

Well, you didn't get down
on no knee or nothing.

You know what? We can... we can buy one.

Not an expensive one, but a nice one.

Mm-hmm.

And I do want to build a life with you.

I want, you know, a house and a kid.

I want all that stuff with you, so...

What do you think?

I think that's cool.
I think I want it too.

- You do?
- I do.

_

Marcus?

- Marcus.
- Oh, shit. Okay.

Baby.

Hey, hey, here you are.

Hi, okay, can you get
some hot sauce too, please?

Mia. Mia, that food
is hot enough as it is.

I don't wanna hurt the baby.

I am so fucking sick of being pregnant.

I gotta get this baby outta me.

- Kind of gonna miss it.
- Yeah.

That's because the longer I'm pregnant,

the longer you get to
take to finish that book.

I'm almost done. You hear that, peanut?

Daddy's gonna be an author.

Ow, shit!

What? Contraction?

- I don't know... I-I hope so.
- Okay.

Oh, my God, I am not
ready to have this baby.

Okay, easy, it's okay.
It's okay, we got this.

I think it only gets worse from here.

In the span
of the next 26 hours,

Marcus and Mia became
Marcus, Mia, baby Audre,

and a half-finished manuscript.

- I would hope so.
- This face.

Ooh, she's the cutest.

Yeah, it is so nice
seeing her from this angle

in somebody else's arms.

She's a lot.

I'ma post this with no comment,

see all the fucked-up
shit people gotta say.

You gotta cover her
face if you doing that.

Uh-huh.

I guess we're just a
couple of breeders now, huh?

Yeah. I've been a breeder, man.

I'm trying to put as many Black folks

on the planet as I possibly can.

I mean, to be honest, man,

I...

I didn't think we'd
get pregnant this quick.

I thought we had 6
to 12 months at least.

Yeah. You all right?

You're not getting any
sleep, and I can tell.

Yeah, I'm not, I'm not.
I'm not, but I'm fine.

You know, we're getting some help.

- Mm, like a Roomba?
- No, man.

We're not getting a Roomba.
We're getting a nanny.

- Oh, shit. That's fancy.
- Yeah.

Bro, you sure y'all can, you know...

Y'all can afford that?

Yes, yeah. We can afford it.

All right, come on, man.
Don't look at me like that.

It's just... I'll be
pulling my weight in no time.

This is just until I finish the book.

All right. You know what?
Yeah, man, I respect it, bro.

Black man breaking them
generational curses,

hiring help.

We don't never get help.
We need our help, man.

Get your help, but make
sure she not fine as hell.

- You don't want no fine...
- You know what?

The nanny's gonna be
whoever takes $20 an hour.

- $20 an hour?
- Yeah.

She is me.

First of all, look, y'all
getting bank like that?

Listen, Jaleesa, bring
my client to me, please.

I will burp everybody in
this house for $20 an hour.

You know what I'm saying?

Hey, babe, are we sure
about this nanny thing?

We fucking better be.

I'm going back to work tomorrow.

Well, I-I don't know, I
was just thinking, like,

I could watch the baby.

And I could just write during her nap.

- Wait, what?
- What?

Did you not learn anything
the past two months?

Are you insane?

Okay, but
I just think that, like,

it's really expensive,

and I've been worried
about bonding time.

Baby, we have nothing
to feel guilty about.

Right, you and me, right here?

We are in the fucking trenches together.

Besides, white people have been
using nannies for centuries.

They don't feel no guilt.

I once saw this episode
of "Downton Abbey"

where Lady Mary straight
up had a newborn son.

She patted him on his
head, left the room,

and didn't see his white ass
for, like, three full seasons.

Okay, but... so we're
slightly better parents

than a duchess from, like, the 1920s?

No, baby, she's not a duchess.

Okay, well, I don't know her rank.

I didn't watch "Downton Abbey."

Okay, well, I told you
to watch it with me.

- It's a classist show.
- Okay, well, whatever.

I have a hard time with that.

Everything's... Okay, you know what?

I know this is hard.

Okay, I don't wanna leave Audre either.

But we... you know,
we worked really hard

to create that budget for six months

so you could work on your book.

And if you don't finish it,

I will fucking cut you.

- All right, my love?
- All right, all right.

All right.

Please turn the fucking light off.

All right. Good night.

Oh, there we go. There's my princess.

Yeah, my little queen.

Here we go.

Wow.

Terry, you're like a one-woman

Indy 500 pit crew over there.

I see why your rates are so premium.

My rates are normal.

Yeah. No, no, I...

Didn't mean it like that.

Um, all right, well, I'll
be at my desk if you need me.

I won't.

Okay.

_

_

Back in kindergarten,

Marcus had won a class prize

for a picture book he'd written

entitled "Big Dog Digs."

But subsequently, a fear
of failure had managed

to convince him out of the
dream of being a writer,

a dream he had put on the shelf

like it was just some paperback.

Oh, oh, I was gonna do those.

It's no problem.

Now Marcus had
been working on his tale

of the dark, oppressive
world of publishing

for just shy of a year.

And by the time he finished,

whether it was good or bad
was no longer for him to say.

But whatever it was, it was something.

Audre!

Shh.

Daddy finished his book.

And thanks for reading
this so fast, man.

I gotta say, I really
appreciate you taking the time.

Oh, no problem, man. It was my pleasure.

Yeah.

So, um, yeah, you know,
I know it's not perfect.

But I, you know... I
gotta say I'm feeling good.

And you should feel good.

You got it done with a
new baby, that's crazy.

- Yeah. Thanks, man.
- It's a solid first draft.

Okay. Okay. Uh, what do you got?

I love the premise. I get it.

Black guy goes crazy
in a white work space.

Very Kanye at the TMZ office.

Uh, it's a lot of good
stuff in there, bro.

It's just, I don't feel you in it.

There's not enough you in this.

Okay.

I mean, we can get it there.
I know you can get it there.

But what I will say is,

you have a really nice manuscript

that could be a really good book

if you stop fucking playing.

Oh, wow, wow. Okay.

Come on, that was my best
Marcus Watkins impression.

You nailed it. You nailed it.

But I will say it does feel good

to be on this side
of the table for once.

- Yeah, I bet.
- Yeah, it feels great.

And I also... I'm paying for this.

There was a reason
Marcus had been an editor

and not a writer.

This moment felt as if
every note he had given

had come back to haunt him.

And as the sea of red ink
bled into Marcus' eyes,

he decided to close them

and worry about what to do later.

Okay, Mia, see you tomorrow.

I'll see you later.

- Marcus.
- Hey, y'all wearing coats?

- What?
- Hmm?

Worrying about it later

turned into ignoring
it for several weeks.

_

Can I sh...

I am shitting, Mia. I am shitting.

Whoa, hang on. Mia, what the...

I'm sorry, but Terry's sick.

I need you to take the baby today.

Okay, is there any way you
can work from home today?

I need to get some writing done.

Baby, are you serious?

It is not gonna magically
come together today,

especially while you're
dropping bombs in the toilet.

I have to go to work,
or we'll be fucked.

- I love you.
- Love you too.

Jesus, why did I look in the mirror?

As Marcus pushed his child

through the American
Museum of Natural History

on a Friday afternoon,
he couldn't help but feel

a little sorry for himself.

And he wore zebra pants.

He was a failure,

both professionally and personally,

a little-ass boy after all.

Marcus? Hi.

- Darby, yo, hey! What's up?
- Hi, how are you?

Oh, I saw this sweet single dad,

and then it's you. Oh, this is Theo.

- Hey, Theo.
- This is Marcus.

- Hey.
- Oh, this must be Audre.

- Yeah.
- Oh, it's nice to see her

without an emoji over her face.

Yeah, yeah. Mia's pretty protective.

No, I've been meaning
to text her, actually,

but I figured saying, "Hi,
show me your baby's face,"

- that would be aggressive.
- Yeah, yeah. A little bit.

How are you guys?

Uh, you know, good, good. Mostly.

- Yeah? Yeah?
- Yeah.

Yeah. How's... Grant?

Grant, yes. Good. Same.

You know, it's... Every
day's an adventure.

Oh, okay.

So once you become a parent,
it never goes back to normal.

No, no, God, that would be nice, but no.

Hang in there. It's...
it is all worth it.

All right.

- Hi, baby.
- Hey.

- Hi.
- Hey, hey.

Oh, sorry.

What's all this?

I just wanted to show my appreciation.

You know, how lucky I am.

I've been having a really hard time

ever since Trey read the book.

He really got in my head.

Like, what the fuck am I even doing?

You're writing a book.
That's what you're doing.

Well, I mean, his big note was

that I'm not in the book,

and he's right.

I'm not. I don't want that guy in there.

I wrote a character that
I wanted to be, you know?

And it... It just didn't ring true.

'Cause I'm hiding. I'm always hiding.

I was hiding in editing, but...

maybe that's all I'm cut out for.

No. Fuck that. You hated editing.

Baby, how are you gonna fix this book?

I don't know.

I guess I could do that real scary shit

and write a guy like me.

Complicated softy prone
to juvenile fuckups.

You ain't that complicated.

Look, baby, I know that
this is really hard.

I do.

But you gotta keep pushing.

Okay, I will.

And he did.

In three months, the book was finished.

And a year after that, it was published.

Thanks, man.

_

Hello! I'm home.

- Baby, hi.
- Hey, baby.

Mwah. Mm!

- How was your flight?
- It was good.

- It was good?
- Yeah. Where's Audre?

Terry just got her into the bath.

- Oh, I'm gonna go say hi.
- Okay, wait.

But don't rile her up.

And do not give her any
of those airplane cookies.

Okay? She lost her mind last time.

Oh, I would never.

And why aren't you dressed?
We gotta get going pretty soon.

Because I've been a single
parent for ten days?

Right, right, I'm just nervous

because the "Times"
reporter is gonna be there.

I mean, do you not wanna go?

'Cause, I mean, you don't have to.

No, I want to go.

Okay.

Thanks, babe. We're gonna
have a great time.

My baby!

Honestly, he wouldn't even be
a writer if it wasn't for me.

Eh... damn, that's
kind of true, actually.

- Trey was very helpful.
- Ah, you heard it.

Make sure that makes the profile.

Trey Lang made Marcus Watkins.

Whoa, sound bite.

As did my wife, who worked her ass off

and allowed me to be a
very unemployed writer

for two years.

Thank you. Yeah, we had a daughter.

- Really sweet.
- We...

How did your friendship
change now that you're peers?

Well, first off, Marcus
talks way more shit now.

I love you two.

Yeah, me too. I'm gonna
re-up on some eggnog.

- You guys want anything?
- Oh, no, I'm good.

- Okay.
- I'll take a scotch and soda.

Okay.

? Merry Christmas, I don't
want to fight tonight with ?

? Merry Christmas, I don't want to ?

Yeah. Yeah, the book is really personal.

This next one, it's a
bit of a tonal shift.

So it's been sort of a battle.

? Merry Christmas, baby ?

Can you excuse me for just one second?

Of course. Of course.

? Bought me a diamond
ring for Christmas ?

? I feel like I'm in paradise ?

? I feel mighty fine, y'all ?

- Hey.
- Hi.

Is everything okay?

I just needed a minute.

Look, I... appreciate you.

- Really?
- Yes. Yes.

I know you're tired
and I dragged you out

to this party, and I
shouldn't have, and...

Babe, it's just been a
long ten days with you gone,

and now you're back

and you're diving right
back into this shit.

I know. I'm sorry. And I...

I guess this is...

This is all really new to me.

And I guess I'm just scared
that if I don't say yes

to everything, that...

It'll all just go away.

Listen, baby, you're doing really well.

You just gotta trust it.

- You know what?
- What?

Let's get the fuck outta here.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Yeah, how late can Terry stay?

How much are you willing to pay?

So wait, wait, wait, wait,
she bought the purse...

The purse... A first class ticket?

Yes, babe, 'cause she
said it was cheaper

to buy an unaccompanied
minor ticket than to ship it.

And then somewhere in
between Dubai and New York,

that shit went missing.

No, it didn't go missing.

It went home with a flight attendant.

I know!

So now it's, like,
an Interpol situation,

and it's, like, detectives and shit.

It's crazy.

And honestly, my job is so stupid.

It's stupid. And I think
I wanna quit. I do.

Yeah, fuck it. Quit then.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Yeah. I mean, we're doing okay.
I think I got us for a while.

And nothing's worth that kind of stress.

I think you should
quit that motherfucker.

- All right. I'm gonna quit my job.
- Yeah?

I'm gonna quit my fucking job.

- Let's quit your fucking job.
- Let's celebrate.

Let's do some fucking shots.

- Let's do some fucking shots.
- Yeah.

- Let's do some shots.
- Some fucking shots.

Damn, okay, all right.

Excuse me, can we get

two shots of vodka, please?

It's Buffalo Bill.

- I think she's a vodka person.
- Oh, no.

Oh, okay.

? Oh, why must I feel this way? ?

? Hey, must be the money! ?

We got a babysitter.

- So we gonna get lit up!
- Whoo!

Let's do another one. Do another one.

- Do another one.
- You!

? Watch me as I gas
that 4 dot 6 Range ?

? Hey, must be the money! ?

? If you wanna go and get high with me ?

? Smoke an L in the back of the Benz-E ?

? Oh, why must I feel this way? ?

? Hey, must be the money ?

? If you wanna go and
take a ride with me ?

? We three-wheeling in the
fo' with the gold D's ?

? Oh, why do I live this way? ?

? Hey, must be the money! ?

? If you wanna go and get high with me ?

? Smoke an L in the back of the Benz-E ?

Oh, my... can you
please pull over, please?

- Oh.
- Oh.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

As Marcus wiped
regurgitated eggnog

off the side of the Uber,

he was warmed by a
feeling of being needed.

For he now knew that being a man

meant stepping up to the plate not once,

but in perpetuity.

And even just having
a plate to step up to

made him as lucky as a person can get.

We're going to go see
Grandma and Grandpa.

Hey, baby.

Why you bringing this many coats?

It's Michigan. It's not Russia.

You know your parents keep it
to 56 degrees in that house.

So layers, babes.

Oh, come on, they turn the heat on.

- Do they?
- Yeah.

Mm-kay. They don't.

Who is that?

Oh, I don't know.

Hey.

Donna?

- Hi, sweetheart.
- Hi.

Hi.

Hey, look, Audre, it's Grandma.

Oh, come here, my precious.

I could eat you with a spoon.

What are you doing here?

Oh, there's been a
slight change of plans.

Mom's gonna watch Audre for five days

while we go to the Bahamas.

- Wait, what?
- Yeah, yeah.

So you might want to get
rid of some of those coats.

I'm gonna go get a snack.
Let's go get a snack.

Shall we, baby? Yes. Let's go get...

- Are you serious?
- Yeah.

Look, babe, we can't go
to the Bahamas right now.

I'm, like, not ready.

I'm, like, not even waxed appropriately.

I'll wax you.

You didn't book a Sandals, right?

- Oh, no, no, no.
- Okay.

- It is not a Sandals.
- Good job, baby.

It's gonna be perfect. I promise.

You trust me?

- Yes.
- Yeah?

- Yes.
- All right.

Audre, you might get

a little brother for Christmas.

- Yeah. What? No. No, no.
- Oh, no.

- Mom.
- Uh-uh.

Whoa.

Would you like some champagne?

Thank you so much.

- Thank you. Thank you.
- Thank you.

Champagne for you?

- Mm.
- Mm. Mm-hmm.

Holy shit, babe. They
got a massager on here.

- Oh, yeah.
- Yeah, that's good shit.

I'm ruined.

What?

I love you so much.

Oh, baby, I love you too.

I'm serious.

Like... growing up, I
never had a good model

of what a relationship was, you know,

and I didn't know how
much work it takes.

And my parents didn't
do any of that work,

and I just feel so lucky

that I get to figure it out with you.

Thank you for sticking with me.

Oh.

Well, thank you for putting up with me.

Yeah. Yeah.

You are definitely worth the trouble.

- What?
- Yeah.

- Excuse you.
- Yeah, no.

- "The trouble"?
- Yeah, you are trouble.

Whatever. Whatever.

Hey, I got a question.

Back when we first met, do you remember

getting, like, this
hangover care package thing?

- No. No.
- Okay.

Well, I showed up

at your apartment,

and I-I brought Gatorade,

fucking Pedialyte,

Smart Water, chips, soup, all that shit.

And... Amar'e Stoudemire...

- Oh.
- Answered the door.

- Yeah.
- Damn.

- Yeah.
- I forgot to tell you I was...

I was dating STAT, yeah.

- He's so tall.
- Yeah. That's a big dude.

Yeah. I felt like a Smurf.

I learned that that day.

And I remember walking
away just being so upset.

Like, "Why did this
woman even talk to me?"

Oh, 'cause I liked you.

And look at us now.

Great kid, great life...

Yeah. It's pretty tight, right?

Mm-hmm.

Okay, I'm reclining... right now.

- Snap. I'm gonna race you.
- Bye, babe.

- No, ain't no bye.
- Bye.

- I'ma join you.
- You're not.

I'm probably gonna even beat you down.

- You're not going to.
- I probably am.

You're so competitive. You're insane.

Yeah. It's that Y chromosome.

- I guess.
- You know how we do.