All language subtitles for Minx S01E10 You happened to me (hevc)

Anyone who knows
me will tell you

- I'm an affectionate guy.
- Stop it. Stop it. Stop.

I love my wife. I
say it all the time.

And sure,

sometimes she's not
in the mood, but...

I warm her up.

Believe me,

she's happy once we get going.

I do my part.

- Okay.
- Hey!

All I'm asking is
that she does hers.

- Oh.
- Friday.

- Not today, honey.
- Hey.

It's right there in
the wedding vows...

- No.
- Hey.

Love, honor, and obey.

I said I want 'em spicy.

How hard is it to
give me what I want?

♪ The good guys giving in ♪

♪ And letting the bad
guys win sometime ♪

♪ I'd like to see
the bad guys win ♪

♪ I'd like to see the
bad guy get the girl ♪

Sorry, sweetheart. I
know you like it hot.

- Hey.
- Yeah?

That's what I'm talking about.

- Oh, yeah.
- Mm.

- Fuck yeah.
- Mm.

Oh, damn, babe.

Yup. Yup.

Oh.

Aah! Oh!

God, it burns!

Ow! God!

♪ ♪

Hi. Hello.

Am I... yeah, I am here.

Oh. Oh, my God.

Okay, let it out.

Wow.

How long has this been going on?

You know what? Yeah,
no. You know what?

That's really none of
my business at all.

Unless blink twice
if you need help.

Oh, well, well, well.

Look who's back
from the Big Apple.

Yeah, I don't know
why you're saying that

so triumphantly.

I live here.

Come on in. I'm
making flapjacks.

No. That... nope.

I'll just talk to
you right here.

Oh, once you get a
taste of these fluffies,

you'll be singing
a different tune.

So you're okay with the bird?

It's not my favorite
affectation.

Whatever you came here
to say, we're good.

People fight. Emotions run high.

I gotta give you credit.

It takes a lot to come
here, you know, hat in hand.

No, I'm not here to apologize.

I saw the pictures of Billy.

You cannot publish
those, and you know it.

They are a betrayal

of everything we've
been building together.

Look, if you wanted
a say in that shoot,

then you should have
been here for it.

Doug, no woman in her right mind

is gonna sign off on those.

Well, why don't we ask
your new managing editor,

see what she thinks?

- Tins?
- Doug.

What?

Look, I would've consulted
with you, but you quit.

You remember?

Wow. Congratulations.

You already found a
replacement for me as well.

Doug, you cannot do that.

Oh, yeah, we can.

Busy Sunday at Casa Renetti.

Let's see who it is.

It's okay.

Happy for you.

Deal's not final yet.

Ah, son of a bitch. We're
on the hook for this how?

You two, along with the entity

known as "Minx" magazine,

are being sued by plaintiff
William Wilkerson,

who claims that your
article about marital rape

incited his formerly
sane and loving wife

into maiming his penis
with a substance measuring

over 1 million Scoville Units,

resulting in damage
to the foreskin

and audacious
blistering of the shaft.

"Audacious blistering of
the shaft," that's good.

And they say there's
nothing new under the sun.

Fitting end to your circus:

Us being shot out of a cannon.

Gotta admit, A-plus
publicity stunt.

Good old Willy turning
lemons into lemonade

or hot peppers into...

Salsa or potentially jelly.

Okay, hello.

I see you're taking this
as seriously as he is.

Bubbe, in this business,
if you don't laugh,

you don't last very long.

Yeah, Myron and I have
been dealing with this crap

since it was a crime to
show your kneecaps, right?

Offer a little settlement,

make this go away, and
everybody is happy.

No, no, no, no, no. We
go big. We counter sue.

- Dougele.
- What? Absolutely not.

You cannot pay for this kind
of publicity. This is a gift.

Oh, yeah, like the
Trojan horse was a gift.

Why am I even named
in this suit anyway?

He's the publisher.

I'm just... I was just
a powerless employee.

I don't have any
editorial control.

According to this,

you're the creator of
"The Matriarchy Awakens,"

the original iteration
of this magazine

and the offending
article herein.

Yeah, but I don't even recognize

my own magazine anymore.

Well, the law doesn't
see it that way,

and you're liable by virtue
of your proprietary rights.

You know my lawyer asked me

not to discuss my
case on the air.

And I see you
heeding this advice.

Yeah, I'm sorry,

but women like Joyce Prigger,

magazines like "Minx,"

they need to know that
the free ride is over.

Oh, yeah, I'm using
the power of the law,

but in my other hand, I hold
something more powerful:

People.

Not just people.
Men Energized Now.

We are calling on all
M.E.N. to get out there

and make things uncomfortable
for Prigger and Bottom Dollar,

AKA public enemies
number one and two.

I think it's really clever

how the name of the
organization is M.E.N.

but it also spells "men."

Men are smart.

Are you talking about
the organization

- or men in general?
- Both.

Oh, my God.

Proprietary rights?

So you own part of "Minx"?

Yeah, according to Doug's lawyer

and one very snooty clerk
at the UCLA Law Library.

Please tell me you're
not trying to...

Exercise my rights?
You bet I am.

You don't wanna go to war.

You've only seen
Doug's nice side.

- That's his nice side?
- Mm-hmm.

Ask Fred Salzburg,

the paper vendor who
double-billed Doug for years.

Why? What happened to Fred?

No one knows, but
it's no longer called.

Salzburg & Sons.

Okay, well, I'm very sorry
for the Salzburg family,

but "Minx" is our baby.

- Mm.
- We can't just walk away.

- Don't say "we."
- But he's murdering our child.

Yeah, well, my
paternal instincts

haven't kicked in just yet.

- Try something else.
- Fine.

I can't do this without you.

And I don't wanna do
it without you, Richie.

You make the magazine
better in every way,

and I know that you know this,

and I know that you care
about it as much as I do.

Come on, Richie.
This is our time.

"Minx" is our baby. We can't...

I'm in. Let's go tell Doug.

Oh, great. All right.

- Don't you need shoes?
- The Earth is my shoe.

Go. Go.

Okay, okay.

Oh! Shit.

We have rights too.

- Men rights.
- Come on.

Norman, what are you doing?

Men are finally fighting back.

Oh, yeah, you're blaming
us for Willy's wife?

She's a nut job, Norm.
Look at who she married.

You're siding with
her now? Come on.

What happened to you, man?

I'm not siding with anyone.

Can you just move so
I can get in my spot?

All right.

Oh, that's nice.

Norman made some friends.

A woman is sexually assaulted

every 20 seconds
in this country.

One guy gets a
boo-boo on his wiener,

and it's the end of
the fucking world.

Joyce, is that your first swear?

Yeah, could you tell?

- How was it?
- It was great.

- Was it...
- It was great.

Yeah. Mm-hmm. Natural.

I've never marched in
someplace and just quit before.

I have. There was bloodshed.

Oh, something tells me

this isn't an apology
walking in my door.

No, sir, it is not.

Until issues of ownership
have been resolved,

please immediately cease
and desist publication

of the third issue of "Minx."

Handwritten.

For that personal touch?

My Selectric was out of ink.

And what are you two
knuckleheads doing?

They are with me.

Well, thank you for informing me

of your intentions, Joyce.

What do we do? What do we do?

Let's go. Thank you.

Well, if you touched
all the bases,

in my book, that's a home run.

You tell Roger Middleton
that it doesn't matter

if it was a ground
ball and three errors.

It still counts. God,
he's just like his mom.

Oh, I wish I could have seen it.

No, it's okay. Go. Yeah, go.

We'll talk more when
I'm back from my...

My trip.

Okay, love you.

♪ ♪

Oh, my two favorite people.

Take the Leica.

You're the only one who
really appreciates it.

Thanks, Doug.

- Already did.
- Oh, good. You know me.

I like to take care of my
people even if they move on.

Sorry, let me say that again.

Even if they stab me in the back

and then move on.

I saw that Billy centerfold.

You stabbed yourself.

But you wanna throw away
years of our relationship

over a couple of bad days?

And do you really think
Joyce has what it takes

to do all this on her own?

I don't know, Doug.

If it wasn't for
"Minx," you'd have me

plucking stray pubes
for the next decade.

Right, 'cause if
you think about it,

I had the idea for you
to shoot for "Minx"

before she ever walked
through those office doors.

So, what, you're
making moves now?

You're a hustler?

Then let me give
you a little advice.

I recommend you stay
here in the big leagues

as opposed to shipping off
to Palookaville with her.

Well, if you really want me,

I suggest you make me
an offer I can't refuse.

Some initial suggestions.

Two editorial assistants.

Good. Taught you something.

And I know I taught
you everything.

I hate conflict.

My stomach feels like the
butter churn at Spahn Ranch.

Yeah, and who got
you out of that mess?

What, you think you're
gonna call Joyce

and she's gonna smuggle you out

in the trunk of her
car at 2:00 a.m.?

- I don't know, maybe.
- She's gonna be asleep

with a glass of milk, out cold.

I'll take a look
at these, hotshot.

Did you find that address?

You sure about this?

Of course not.

You're really tempting me,

but I do have to keep
my girlish figure.

I'm back on the market,
in case you hadn't heard.

Well, any man would be lucky
to date a fox like you, Wanda.

Oh, well.

My dance card's not
exactly full these days.

I'm told that men
find me intimidating.

Yeah, well, I understand that.

I think that's because you're
taking a beating in the press,

and I can help turn
that around for you.

You know, Willy
has a big platform

and an even bigger mouth,
which I think you know.

Yeah.

But I think you also
deserve to be heard.

And I've got a venue that
is built to champion women.

I've never really thought of
myself as a public figure.

Betsy Ross was just
sewing her husband's pants

when she invented
the American flag.

Did you know that?

Was Rosa Parks even an activist

before she refused
to get off that bus?

You mean refused
to change seats?

Joyce Prigger?

May I?

Of course. Yes, come in.

- Thank you.
- It's Joyce Prigger.

- Wow.
- Hello, Wanda.

- Hello. Welcome.
- Hello.

What are you doing,
tailing me now, Joyce?

Nope, just followed the
smell of manipulation.

- Great.
- Wanda?

- Hmm?
- Do not trust this man

with your story.

He does not care about you

or me or anyone, really.

Oh, are you two an item?

- Ew. God, no.
- Oh, no.

I'm just getting some
jilted lover vibes.

He did break my heart but
as a business partner.

I promised you a magazine

when no one else
in the world would.

Only to turn around
and then hand it over

to that charlatan, Wendy Mah.

Oh, I love Aphrodisia.

Who told you about Wendy?

I have friends at Bottom Dollar.

Can you say the same thing?

I am Bottom Dollar.

And I am "Minx."

And I will save both my magazine

and this poor woman from
your predatory ways.

I don't think I need saving.

No, because you are a
strong, independent person.

Okay, I...

Don't let him perpetuate

this disgusting lie
that's already out there.

My article obviously did not
inspire your act of revenge.

Oh, it did, actually.

Well, come on, Wanda. That's...

Listen, Willy never forced me,

not like the women
that you wrote about.

But I mean, you show me a
wife who's never had sex

when she's not in the mood,
and I'll show you a liar

or at the very least, a woman
who's still on her honeymoon.

So it did... the article,
it got me thinking.

But I didn't suggest
turning to violence.

Well, I didn't know that it
was gonna do that much damage.

I thought it would just,

you know, burn a little
bit and be funny.

And it was very funny.

Not to take away from
any of your suffering,

but the jalapeño
hand job was very...

- We're talking here.
- No, we were actually talking.

We're talking. You're
making it worse.

- Do you understand...
- Can I finish?

- Sorry.
- Please.

I just got sick of
being told what to do

and who to be in my own home.

Some people just want to use you

for their own stupid desires

or selfish aims or
petty squabbles.

They don't even bother
seeing you as a human being.

I don't know what's going
on between the two of you,

but I don't want any part of it.

I'm gonna tell my own story.

Well, thank you for your time.

- You have a great day, Wanda.
- Thank you.

- Happy?
- Oh, my God.

Welcome back to day five

of the M.E.N. offensive.

Now, we've struck
a nerve, folks.

Ratings are through the roof.

Contracts are
being renegotiated.

I'm getting an in-ground pool,

and you can't come use it, Ma.

Now, in addition to
Willy's legal action,

we'll be providing resources

to men who can't file
lawsuits of their own.

That's called an escalation
of conflict, my friends.

And guess what.

The ladies want a piece
of the action, too,

and we have the most
impressive lady of all

here with us today.

The first female councilman

in Southern California

and a total babe to boot.

The pride of the
San Fernando Valley,

Bridget West bury.

Well, it's a
pleasure to be here.

What happened to your... person

is a travesty, and we all
know who's responsible.

I blame "Maude,"
"Mary Tyler Moore,"

and to a lesser
extent, "That Girl."

Mm, enemies all.

But we're taking
the fight to them.

People vote all the time
to ban nuclear power plants

and strip mines,

and those industries
make our economy strong.

Pornography like "Minx"
enfeebles our community.

That's why on Monday, I'm
proposing a resolution

to ban the production of
pornographic materials

in the San Fernando Valley.

Bold move.

Let me say, as
someone who does not

find pornography appealing...

Let's leave the filth

to the dirty Europeans.

Californians have
always been pioneers,

and I am proud to lead the wagon

into my valley...
cleaner and nicer.

I can almost smell it.

- Where is everybody?
- I sent them home.

Good, it's weird
vibes out there.

I saw a guy piss on himself
and not seem to mind.

- Oh.
- What about the cops?

I called, but it's a peaceful
protest of white men,

a famously calm,
reasonable people.

Okay. All right, we gotta
get them out of there.

- I have an idea.
- Yeah? Do that.

13 more lawsuits in two
days, and word on the street:

Dozens more on the way.

You are in it now, my friends.

They're outlandish.

I mean, surely no
reputable lawyer will...

What, wanna create an
exciting new legal precedent

and be in textbooks forever?

Doll, my kind lives
for this shit.

This porn ban, is it real?

Well, West bury is
an opportunistic SOB

or DOB or whatever.

Nixon's about to be reelected.

News flash: The '60s are over.

Well, I think this
will help us take care

of the councilwoman, so...

Huh? Okay.

Oh, that's fascinating.

That's great.

You've got dirt on
the councilwoman?

Yeah, I was saving
it for a rainy day.

The hypocrisy is staggering.

I mean, taking the high road...

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

It's a felony to blackmail
a government employee

and disbarment for me
to even know about it.

What kind of shmendrik
hands this to his lawyer?

All right, Myron, come
on. There's always a move.

Yeah, there is. Fold "Minx."

Don't even think about
publishing the third issue.

The news cycle moves
on. Lawsuits fade away.

They're just trying
to jam you up, Dougie,

but don't take the bait.

You still have your company,

and you can hold on
to your other titles.

And you, you can
use the notoriety

to start something new.

Okay, look, the bright side?

From what I've seen
of the two of you,

not all partnerships
are meant to last.

Maybe it's a good thing

that you two don't have
to work together anymore.

What do we want?

All: For men to be
safe from women!

And when do we want it?

All: Yesterday!

Tame the "Minx"!

All: Tame the "Minx"!

Tame the "Minx"!
Tame the "Minx"!

We're gonna get out of it,
and you're gonna help us.

All right, all right.
Anything I can do...

- I know.
- You just call me.

- You've always been...
- All right.

- Let me talk to those guys.
- This is your idea?

- You got something better?
- I can get them to leave.

No, you can't. They're lunatics.

That's what I've been saying,

but someone's being very
reckless these days.

Okay, well, I'll come with you.

No.

I am a vessel of power.

All of these men
fantasize about me,

and when I speak,

they will obey my every command.

That was for my
audition for Cleopatra.

I didn't get it.

Try pulling, Bam.

We're doing this?

It might work.

Jimbo, Norman.

Stinky Pete, they
let you out early.

- Yeah.
- We love you, Bambi.

- I love you too.
- Oh, yeah.

Boys

the world is changing.

I know a lot of people
don't look or think

the way they used to
and that can be scary,

but we're strong.

We have big hearts, and together

we can face this world,

and it's gonna be okay.

Yeah.

There's no need for anger here.

"Minx" isn't your enemy.

It's a special place

that's opened my eyes
to so many new things.

Here, my ideas matter,
and I have a voice.

Me, Luann Pryzbylko from
Reseda by way of Kuala Lumpur.

And it's high time I
shared some news with you,

because you're not just my fans.

You're my family.

Like the trumpeter swan,

she's shed her juvenile feathers

and reemerged in a blinding
white blaze of beauty.

I need to get the
fuck out of here.

I made a mistake.

I thought sharing my truth was
the surest way to their hearts,

so I told them I officially
retired from nude modeling.

Aw, officially?

Oh, Jesus, God.

Yeah, they think
you brainwashed me,

and they're very angry.

Oh, they've breached
the perimeter.

Okay, fall back.

- Fall back!
- To where?

- What?
- The layout room.

We'll be pinned down, but
it provides the best cover.

- How do you know that?
- Military family.

Come on. Are we
really doing this?

♪ ♪

Let's get that
window boarded up.

Okay, I'm moving the
couch. Excuse me.

Joyce, mailbags.

Yeah.

Are we really hiding from
these jelly doughnuts?

That's what we're
doing right now?

Bottom Dollar attacked
by its own fans.

Sounds like an A-plus
publicity stunt to me.

Who knew virgins
could be so mean?

Get away from the window, Bambi.

They're looking for you.

Tina, kill the lights.

♪ ♪

Your Majesty

time to call a minion.

♪ ♪

Things have gotten out of
hand down at Bottom Dollar.

We should send a couple
black-and-whites.

Or wait and see how
the situation unfolds.

Don't wanna be too hasty.

♪ ♪

Cops aren't coming.

Westbury's hanging us
out to dry on this.

Settle in.

Well, I guess I'll
die right here

next to my greatest humiliation.

Perfect end to a
perfect chapter.

Oh, nobody's gonna die.

They're just blowing off
some steam, that's all.

Oh, there must be
someone we can call.

What about those goons this one
trotted out for Billy Brunson?

Oh, what, you wanna turn
this into a bloodbath?

Better their blood than ours.

What happened to the
Joyce who had an aneurysm

when she found out the Mob
was delivering her magazine?

You happened to me.

Hey, this one's locked.

Norman found Renetti's office.

Come on.

Whoa. All right, come on!

If those animals
get into my cameras,

I swear I'll fight them myself.

All right, listen, don't
worry about the gear.

When this is all over,

I'll buy anything
you want, okay?

Why would you buy new equipment

for my photographer?

I can buy anything I want

for my new art director.

Right, pal?

Yeah, I appreciate
your interest,

but no, thank you.

Oh, I see. So all
that was game to you?

No, it's not a game, Doug.

It's just a small
taste of what it's like

to be pushed around by a bully.

But thank you for your
master class in negotiation.

Aww!

These reader letters.

People love us.

Well, not you.

Well, everything I did,
I did for Bottom Dollar.

Look at that.

He put me front and center.

It's your time to shine.

"Your magazine made me feel good

"about wanting what I
want and angry at people

"trying to stop me
from getting it.

"'Minx' is a refuge
for every woman

who thinks she's alone in
this wicked, wonderful world."

Each one of these is a person
reaching out because of us.

This kid is asking if
we have any internships.

He's 16 years old.

Ah, he keeps the centerfold
under his mattress.

Ooh, we gotta get this boy
the hell out of Mississippi.

My, God, this woman is
inviting us to her wedding.

This is just a recipe
for a Tuscan bread salad.

Oh, there it is.

Someone named their baby Joyce.

Oh. Oh, my God.

There's a soda can
as a reference point.

Oh, she took her husband back

to the asylum.

What is that smell?

- Oh, my God.
- All right, that's it.

This fucking ends now.
Let's call the Russians.

- Already did.
- Thank you.

- Yeah.
- What would I do without you?

♪ ♪

♪ There's a new world coming ♪

♪ This one's coming to an end ♪

♪ There's a new voice calling ♪

♪ You can hear it if you try ♪

♪ And it's growing stronger ♪

♪ With each day that passes by ♪

♪ There's a brand-new morning ♪

♪ Rising clear and
sweet and free ♪

♪ There's a new day dawning ♪

♪ That belongs to you and me ♪

♪ Yes, a new world's coming ♪

♪ The one we've had visions of ♪

♪ Coming in peace ♪

♪ Coming in joy ♪

♪ Coming in love ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Yes, a new world's coming ♪

King of the valley found
his way to Pasadena.

Well, I don't hate a road trip.

I even went to the Rose
Bowl. I took a picture.

You see "Betsy"?

Wendy really did a
number on us, huh?

Yeah, I got off easy

with "pretentious"
and "solipsistic."

You are "a greasy P.T. Barnum
with a dash of Judas Iscariot."

Maybe I misjudged
her as a writer.

She had good reason
to be pissed.

We had a deal, and I pulled
the plug at the last minute.

Her taste too rich
for your blood?

No, it wasn't about the money.

I just didn't think she was
the right fit for "Minx."

Why? Seems like a
match made in heaven.

Because she's not you.

Look, what you made, it
means something to people,

and I didn't know
what to do with that.

And so I turned it into
something pretty ugly,

and I got...

I got pretty ugly along
the way, too, so...

That is very big
of you to admit.

And I know that we're sailing
against the wind on this one,

and I'm responsible for
that, but I can fix this.

We can fix this together
as partners this time

and fuck everybody
who's trying to stop us.

You know, I got a call last week

from a literally agent
just out of the blue

telling me about all the
opportunities out there

and that it's just
a matter of me

deciding what I wanna do next.

Oh, good. You've earned that.

Yeah, but

attached to each one
of those opportunities

is another Doug Renetti,

someone who wants
something from me,

something that they could
never do on their own

but still insists on
holding all the power.

I'm not sure I'm interested in
giving away my power anymore.

So that's it? You're
gonna go at it alone?

Maybe.

Two issues and you're
ready to be a publisher?

I mean, the stones on you.

I'll tell you what.

"Minx" is yours.

Yeah, I don't wanna do it
without you, so take it.

Go to all the places
you wanna go with it.

I can't wait to see what you do.

Doug.

Thank you.

Good luck.

♪ Here's your one chance,
Fancy, don't let me down ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Here's your one
chance, Fancy ♪

♪ Don't let me down ♪

♪ Lord, forgive
me for what I do ♪

- ♪ Please ♪
- ♪ But if you want out ♪

♪ Well, it's up to you,
now, don't let me down ♪

♪ Your mama's gonna
help you move uptown ♪

♪ Don't me let me down ♪

♪ Don't me let me down ♪

♪ Mama dabbed a little bit
of perfume on my neck ♪

♪ And she kissed my cheek ♪

♪ And I saw the tears well
up in her troubled eyes ♪

♪ When she started to speak ♪

♪ She looked at
our pitiful shack ♪

♪ And then she looked at me ♪

♪ And took a ragged breath ♪

"♪ "Your pa's run off
and I'm real sick ♪

♪ And the baby's gonna
starve to death" ♪

♪ She handed me a
heart-shaped locket ♪

♪ That said, "To thine
own self be true" ♪

♪ And I shivered as I
watched a roach crawl ♪

♪ Across the toe of
my high-heeled shoe ♪

♪ It sounded like somebody
else that was talking ♪

♪ Asking, "Mama,
what do I do?" ♪

♪ "Just be nice to
the gentlemen, Fancy ♪

♪ And they'll be nice to you" ♪

♪ Here's your chance,
Fancy, don't let me down ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Here's your one chance,
Fancy, don't let me down ♪

♪ Lord, forgive
me for what I do ♪

- ♪ Please ♪
- ♪ But if you want out ♪

♪ Well, it's up to you ♪

♪ Now get on out, girl ♪

♪ You better start
movin' uptown ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Well, that was the
last time I saw my ma ♪

♪ The night I left
that rickety shack ♪

♪ 'Cause the welfare people
came and took the baby ♪

♪ Ma died, and I
ain't been back ♪

♪ But the wheels of fate
had started to turn ♪

♪ And for me, there
was no way out ♪

♪ And it wasn't very long ♪

♪ Till I knew exactly what ♪