All language subtitles for Cake s05e09 Peace Out.eng

(Electronic music)

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(light music)

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You guys have the coolest
new neighbors.

(sighs)

- I know, right?
- I could live here forever.

Sapphire, Rainfall, thank you
for inviting us over.

Of course, Tanya.

Rainfall and I were pleased
to have you here.

- More kelp anyone?
- No, thanks.

I couldn't have another bite.

I'm still finishing
my first kelp.

Hey guys, it's almost 5:00.

We got to go to Turt's
magic show.

- But I'm so at peace here.
- Peace is magic.

Oh, that is so true,
Rainfall.

But we still got to bounce.

Bye, Sapphire.
Bye, Rainfall.

(sighs)

(all screaming)

Okay.

(all breathing heavily)

See you tomorrow.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, you are not
coming into our house all wet.

This place is fully carpeted.

Well, I don't have
a clean towel.

- So go get one.
- Cat, move.

No, you move to the location
of a towel.

Remember what Rainfall said--
peace is magic.

Kevin, did you
smoke weed again?

No! Dry off first!

We have a magic show
to get to!

Peace is magic!

Welcome, welcome, welcome.
Please come in. Sit close.

The things
you will see here tonight

you will never see again.
(laughs)

- Behold, the blood...
- TANYA: Ew.

Uh...

And the ear.

Uh...

Turt, you said
this was a magic show.

Yeah, dark magic.

- Where did you get an ear?
- Website.

I'm still waiting to see
what the trick is here.

Oh, you want to see a trick?

Well, here we have,

- a severed hand.
- No,

uh-uh.
No, no, no.

I think I seriously misjudged
my interest in magic.

I'm gonna head out.
Good night, folks.

- But you live here.
- I said good night.

Oh, man, I've never
had a walkout.

Should I put this stuff away?

Nah, let's see
where this goes.

I paid for a show.

(sighs)

(electronic music)

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(groans)

Tanya, did Kevin
come home last night?

Huh.
I don't think so.

What is that?

- Speaking gibberish...
- Uh, it's just that ominous presence

that Turt summoned up
in her magic show.

It would not
shut up till 2:00 a. m.

- Turt.
- What's up?

Oh.

Huh, that should've dissolved
in the mist by now.

(laughing)

Yeah, I'm gonna
have to Google this.

Can we throw a sheet
over it or something?

And done.
Is there more coffee?

Yeah.

What the hell is that?

Ah.

Huh?

Ugh.

Hey, Kevin.
Where were you?

I was at Sapphire
and Rainfall's place.

I guess I just
lost track of time.

- It is so peaceful there.
- It is.

It's like floating on a cloud
of dreams

through an ethereal valley
cast upon the moon of time.

That's exactly
what I was gonna say.

I think I want to live
more like that,

like, in a more
calming environment.

It's calming here.
Look at us.

Yeah, just woke up,
made coffee.

It's a cozy morning.

(shouting)

- Turt?
- TURT: I'm looking it up!

Turt's looking that up.

I'm actually headed
right back to Sapphire

and Rainfall's place,

I just needed
to make a quesadilla.

Great, well, now I guess
we're just giving the landlord

the deposit now, is that right?

Hey, uh, you guys want to come?
We can all hang out.

No, it's cool,
Turt might need our help.

You go,
enjoy the peacefulness.

Okay, see you.

Damn, he made
that quesadilla fast.

Maybe I should foster a more
calming environment here.

What are you, the boss
of the environment here?

Cat, that is exactly the kind
of conflict

that drives Kevin away,

and we can't afford
to lose Kevin.

He's the only calming presence
in the group.

Without him, we'll inevitably
destroy ourselves.

Eh, that's a little dramatic.

Ernesto, who stopped you

when you wanted to ride
your nephew's BMX bike

into that empty pool?

- No one. I hurt myself badly.
- But who tried to stop you?

Kevin.

That's right, Kevin.
Not me and not your nephew.

All right, if Kevin wants to
live in a calming environment,

then that's what
we'll give him.

Now you're gonna want
to get your staff,

and obviously I recommend
the nicest staff

you can afford for this
and just repeat after me.

BOTH:
Begone, to the unknown realm.

WIZARD:
Into the void!

TURT: Into the void!
Into the void!

(eerie music)

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(laughs wickedly)

Who's TV is this?
Uh, 'cause it's broken now.

(electronic music)

(electronic music)

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(mystical music)

He's hot, right?

I mean, you literally
can't see his face, Tam.

Like, why does
he have a big owl head on?

Oh, because he's a DJ.
It's his costume, obviously.

We're gonna be
a perfect match.

Yeah, no, I mean, I just hope

that he isn't like the last guy
that you met online,

'cause, like,
you have really bad luck.

What are the chances that this
guy's also gonna be my dad?

That literally
can't happen twice.

- (cell phone chimes)
- Oh, my God.

He's saying
to meet him in the woods.

What is woods?

- Woods... like the woods.
- What the hell is that?

It's a collection of trees
and plants and other wildlife.

Oh, my God,
like a secret rave spot.

Amazing.
DJ Owlman, here I come.

Oh, my God, I am so hot.

(eerie music)

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DJ Owlman?

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Um, hi.

I'm, um, Dennis Jones Owlman.

DJ Owlman, yeah.
It's such a hedonistic name.

I'm massively
hedonistic myself.

And accurate, because
I'm half owl, half man,

and my name is Dennis Jones.

Sorry, do you have
Wi-Fi here?

Actually, it doesn't matter,
I've got data.

Refresh.

Um, it says on your profile
that you like brunch?

Oh, I love brunch
with the girls.

My favorite brunch is probably
eggs and avo, no bread.

- What's your favorite egg?
- Oh, well, interesting.

- I don't actually like eggs.
- Okay. (Chuckles)

It's kind of the equivalent
of you eating a human baby,

just because
I'm, well, half bird.

You are so random, I love it.
Now, how about you DJ for me?

Fuck, I came here to dance.

- What?
- DJ, DJ. Music is hot.

- You want me to DJ?
- Yeah, please.

Um, okay.

DJ song.

Wow.
This is beats.

Take your DJ headdress off,
I want to see your face.

Oh, no, I can't.
That's my actual head.

(laughs)
You make me laugh, DJ.

And it's famously really hard
to make me laugh.

- Dance, please.
- Okay, dancing.

(giggles) This is, like, our
own Burning Man or something,

where everyone dances naked

and it's like,
I don't know, primal.

(gasps)
Oh, my God, let's get primal.

Or maybe we could just talk.

I sometimes think no one
really talks anymore.

Actually talks.

We could talk about anything--

dreams, space,
our favorite colors.

Mine is brown at the moment.

We're all so distant,
aren't we?

It's like when I'm flying
at night and the world is

so far below me,

and then I land,

and that distance...

is still there.

Wow.
(chuckles)

Is that the lyrics
to one of your tracks?

That's really deep.

I, like, love, like,
deep, dark, weird stuff.

I'm actually
really weird myself.

Like, I love water.
Like, just drinking water.

Oh, my God,
I am so turned on right now.

Let's get naked.
Let's get primal.

Come on, you first.

Okay...

what's that?

My willy.

Why does it look like that?

Because I'm half bird.

I'm Owlman.

This is really hard for me.
You should've told me.

I did.
I told you a few times.

Listen, your music is life,

but your willy looks like
a long ribbon,

and for me,
it's just a huge turn-off.

Ribbon, right.

Bye, Dennis.

Yeah, it's just like I'm never
going to find anyone, Cathleen.

Just when I think
I've met the perfect guy,

he turns out to have
the willy of a bird.

And to make everything worse,
I had to get the bus

because there were no cabs,

which, of course,
is worse than death.

And, oh, my God,
I am sat in front of that guy

I went out with who turned out
to be a grub.

It's so awkward.

- Well, you ghosted me, so...
- Oh, my God.

Hi, how's things?
How--how's your wife?

(electronic music)

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Hmm, not for me.

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(upbeat music)

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Oh, I got to get
my phone fixed.

Can you just wait here
at the guitar store

where you can't fuck
anything up?

Oh, I'll show you.

They'll be doing
a fucking documentary

about what I get up to in here.

(rock music playing)

Swan--Swan Boy,
now we're really talking.

ARLO:
Jesus was already taken,

so I suppose he had to settle
for rock and roll, you know?

Music was, you have to admit,
pretty boring,

and then Swan Boy shows up,

and then it was just
like, wham!

I mean, he was awful.
This is a joke, right?

Who's funding this?
It can't be swan boy.

NARRATOR: But I guess
to tell the whole story,

you have to start
on that fateful day

at the Giuliani Gardens Mall.

Swan Boy, you wait here.

I don't trust you,
and I have no vision.

And the rest, as they say,
was history.

You guys have any, um,
uh, uh, guitars?

The thing you have
to understand

is that at that time,

everybody knew how to play,
so to come in

and have no idea turned
the whole scene on its head.

Okay, wait. Shit, fuck.
(stammers)

Shit, I know this.
Okay, hold on.

He basically drew a line
in sand.

People who get it on one side,

and everybody else
on the other.

I mean, it was brother
against brother.

But it wasn't
all about shock value,

thumbing his nose

at the establishment
"punk rock" thing, you know?

Under all that,
there was heart.

Not afraid to be vulnerable.

Ah, fuck! Ow!

I mean, that guy
suffered for his art.

The lad had this
lyrical edge, you know,

which obviously took the songs
to a different level.

This bloke was
on another planet, you know?

Sort of this free association
Jack Kerouac thing,

but really all his own.

?? Quiet girl, a wedding man ??

?? I'm great,
made of Gatorade ??

People were speechless,
but, hey, they were speechless

when Dylan sang...

?? Ms. Marvelous,
with a unicorn fist ??

?? Making custard in the
boy king's lost carousel ??

So, you know,

sometimes it's just the price
of being a trailblazer.

The first tune was just this
amazing opportunity for him

to spread his wings and say,
"Hey, world, this is me.

I've got wings,
and they're spread."

(plays off-key chord)

He broke numerous sitars,

and he blamed it
on a strong guy.

I think at this point,

the touring was really starting
to take a toll.

You know, you listen
to "2:41 p. M. Swan Boy,"

and then you listen
to "2:53 p. M. Swan Boy,"

and it's just hardly
even the same guy.

Okay, I-I have it this time.
It's--wait, hold on.

Wait, just wait.
Wait, just be patient.

Wait. Shit. Wait.

So Swan Boy was
at a crossroads.

Would he work on his music,
or would he work on himself?

(feedback whines, hissing)

People were frightened
of swan lad.

Again, he had done
the impossible

with that feedback-noise thing.

(laughing) You know,
nobody knew what it was.

But not everybody
was celebrating

Swan Boy's return to relevance.

He had some nasty guys
around him.

You know,
when the grass is cut,

the snakes
will show every time.

(somber violin music)

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You know, I've taken
a lot of heat

for that text over the years...

a lot of heat.

But I didn't know
what he was up to in there.

And I still don't.

(record scratching)

God, I wonder
where he is now.

Oh, he's banned
from all Guitarmageddons

in the Tri-County Area.

I don't know what he's doing,

but I'm sure
it's changing the world.

So, uh, what was wrong
with your phone?

They said
there was gum inside.

- Did you do that?
- I don't remember. Probably.

(steady rock music)

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(electronic music)

(electronic music)

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Kevin, thank you
for spending time with us.

You've made Rainfall
and I feel so welcome.

Yeah, I love it here, too.

It's too bad Tanya and Ernesto
couldn't hang out, though.

- Can they hang out later?
- Maybe.

They've been getting
into some bad stuff lately.

Drugs?

Well, Tanya did
start microdosing,

but, no, it's more
about the forces of evil

that Turt summoned.

Just sometimes I need a break
from that stuff, you know?

Totally, bro.
You deserve to chill.

In our home, there is
only peace and good vibes.

Hey, should we all read
quietly by the fire?

Hell, yeah.
Let's get our read on.

(calming music)

?? ??

Welcome to a place
of pure calm.

We've got yoga.

Here we have martinis.

Oh, and, Turt,
Shirley Temples for you.

- Yes.
- Mmm.

Listen to that.
We've got smooth jazz.

So is this a spa
or a cocktail lounge?

- I'm confused?
- It's a cocktail spa.

Enjoy.

(smooth jazz playing)

Aw, Kevin, are you leaving?

I'm just gonna say
hi to my friends.

I haven't seen them
in over 40 minutes.

Well, hurry back.
Poem time will begin soon.

Yes, we will write poems
for one another.

Well, I hope this is okay,

but I've actually been
writing poems for you

in my head this whole time.

That is so okay.

Well, okay.

(screaming)

(smooth jazz playing)

(sniffs) Mmm.
Does anybody smell vinegar?

Oh, that would
be the pickles.

Ah!
These are pickles?

Ernesto, it's supposed
to be cucumbers.

Unpickled cucumbers?

The vinegar's
burning my eyes!

Ugh! We got to
flush his eyes out.

Here, use my Shirley Temple.

All right, it's too dark.
I need light.

Give me one of those candles.

- Uh, okay, okay.
- We have light!

What's the matter
with you assholes?

Your dripping wax in my eyes.

Oh, okay, sorry. Sorry.
Just keep your eyes open.

Mm-mm.
No, thanks.

Uh...

so things are still weird
at my place.

I'm just glad I have you two
to hang out with.

Kevin, we weren't sure how
to tell you this before, but--

Kevin, we are leaving.

What?
Where are you going?

We return
from where we came.

To the rivers
of the mystical delta?

To the suburbs off exit 12,
north of the outlet mall.

Oh, next to the Dairy Queen.

Yeah, the rent
is way better there,

and we'll have
a washing machine.

But I thought
we'd be friends forever.

Sadly this was just a sublet.

But, Kevin,
there is another room.

Another room?

With its own bathroom
and a sliding door to the yard.

Wait, you want me to move
to the suburbs with you?

Yes.
We leave tonight.

Oh, wow!

I mean, this is a chance
to live the peaceful lifestyle

I've always dreamt of
since yesterday!

(gasps)
Oh, but what about my friends?

They can visit.

It's only an hour
from the city.

Oh, but how long
is that by bus?

Oh, there's
no public transportation.

- (groans)
- Just think about it.

(electronic music)

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(light music, seagulls crying)

PERSON: What makes the Earth
shake and move?

Is it love?

Is it me?

Is this reality?

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(person singing in Spanish)

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(rhythmic music)

(elevator bell beeps)

(indistinct chatter)

(soft music)

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What was I waiting for?

A disaster?
A friend?

Few people's lives match
their own expectations.

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(match strikes)

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(starfish screaming)

PERSON: Are you lit?

(exhales deeply)

I am always lit.

Are you sure about that?

?? ??

Give me your hand.

Your hand is an average size.

My hand is much bigger,
stronger.

I could fit entire hand
inside my hand.

You understand?

Oh, completely.
I've been watching you.

That is not ordinary.

Some people think
I'm strange.

Hmm.

I know the feeling.

(intriguing music)

(soft romantic music playing)

?? ??

Answer me this, Rosa.

Does the moon have a smell?

(laughing)

Listen, I like you,

but why do you wear
that silly hat?

?? ??

Does...

does it make you feel
uncomfortable, Rosa?

No.

I have my own problems.

(sighs) My thoughts
are plagued with chaos.

I hardly have
any thoughts at all.

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(angelic music)

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- She is everything.
- (breathing heavily)

She is everything.

Rosa...

I can control the moon.

No, you can't, silly man.

Please, let me see your hand.

ROSA:
Fine.

?? ??

(person singing in Spanish)

Not bad.

I don't have much time
left, Rosa.

Why?

PERSON:
Cause and effect.

I moved the moon for you.
What do you expect?

?? ??

ROSA:
It's beautiful.

This is all been worth it,
just to see you smile.

?? ??

Goodbye, Rosa.

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(electronic music)

(electronic music)

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Welcome back
to another installment

of Words With Ike.

Now, today's word
is a number...

18.

(ethereal music)

Its definition--

a number that
is one more than 17.

Yeah, for a lot of folks,
18 is a number.

But for me, it was also an age.

18 takes me back
to my hometown--

Baseball, Hot Dogs, Hot Rods.

It was a long name for a town,
but it was our town.

When I was 18, kids my age

were sneaking into R-rated
movies and smoking cigarettes.

Meanwhile, I was busy defining
the words "sneaking,"

"into," "an," "R-rated,"

"movie," "smoking,"
and "cigarettes."

And I was in love.

18...

18...

19...

20...

21...

22...

23...

24...

25.

(electronic music)

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- I am going to sue all of you.
- Oh, come on.

I'm emailing my lawyer now.
Where's my phone?

- It's on the coffee table.
- Turt!

Sorry. My instinct
is to be helpful.

Hey, Cat, calm down.

Oh, you think
you can take me.

I mean, probably.
You can't open your eyes.

Ah, but my other senses
have only been heightened.

Whoa!

Ah! Ah!

Holy shit, I actually did it.
Wait, am I on the coffee table?

- You're on the dining table.
- Table's a table.

He's too powerful!

(Cat grunting)

Kevin, you're coming with us.

I'm so excited.
Can't you tell by my voice?

Sorry, Rainfall, but I cant.

I'm just not ready to live
super far from my friends yet.

Yeah, I get it.

Sapphire and I are
co-dependent, too.

Co-dependent?
I'm not even independent.

Kevin, if you're not coming,
why did you pack your bindle?

Oh, I just keep my phone
and wallet in there.

Oh, that's cute.

- (grunting)
- (grunts)

TANYA: Oh-ho!

Oh, my God!
Are we killing him?

(grunts)
Ha! There, I got his SIM card.

Try emailing
your lawyer now, Cat.

Ah! Where's my laptop?

It's in your room.

- BOTH: Turt!
- Stop being helpful!

Everybody be chill!

(gasps)
Kevin!

Where did you get
that bindle?

Oh, this?
I made it.

It's just a napkin and a stick.

- Ooh, it's so vintage.
- I want to make a bindle.

I actually do have most
of the supplies right here.

Hell, yeah, it's bindle time.

(speaking gibberish)

Cat, you want to join us?

No, I'm just
gonna go to bed.

Pretty sure I pulled
something on that wall run.

Whoo-hoo!
We did it!

We made the cat
too tired to sue us.

Yeah, why don't you guys
go pat yourselves

on the back all night?

(groans)

Speaking gibberish...

Oh, so now you explode
into dust.

(upbeat electronic music)

Person vocalizing...

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- (clear music)
- CHORUS: ?? Yes ??

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