All language subtitles for Divorce.S02E06.WEBRip.x264-ION10

How do you have a Tesla?

It's my friend-woman's.

You mean girlfriend?

Does this person have a name?

I'm her therapist.
I have to break up with her.

She has a daughter

who's approximately
the same age as Tom.

-Somewhere more fun than this.

Look, I could be with Andrew.

But it's just not what
I'm looking for right now.

DIANE: Are you sure?
He's so cute.

If you could paint a few more?
We have a show.

There's no way I could do
more paintings.

I'll give you a month.

Thank you for the invite.
It was very big of you.

FRANCES DUFRESNE:
If he's happy, I'm happy.

JACKIE: I probably
should be thanking you.

-For divorcing him.

Both: Oh!

That's all right,
it's not gonna take that long
to pick up 7,000 pennies.

Is that 7,000 pennies?

Well, I'm rounding up,
but it's a lot of pennies.

- I'm sorry.

Do you think
Mom would let me
dye my hair purple?

No. And God
bless her for that.

All right,
give me five minutes.

I'm gonna rustle up
some cheese and crackers
for you, okay?

- Okay.

Hey.
Hey, who's in there?

Hey, Dad.

Dude, I thought
you were a vagrant.

What are you doing here?
You're supposed to be
at Matthew's.

He's sick.
He has a stomach bug.

Oh.
Ugh, what a drag.

Let me jump in real quick,
'cause I gotta pee.

Yeah, I'm right about
to hop in the shower.

- I have one bathroom.

I have to pee.
Let me--

Shit.

- Oh, hi, Robert.
- Ah! Shit!

What the actual fuck, man?

Okay, uh, Ella,
could you get some
more clothing on, please?

Tom, get your ass
out of that bathroom.

Oh, shit.

Lila "Crocodile-a," honey,

I need to have
a grown-up conversation
with Tom, all right?

- Stop calling me that.
- I-- I promise.

- Dude, just to reiterate,
man, what the fuck?

Dad, it's really not
that big of a deal.

It's sex, okay?

We've had a lot
of conversations about this.

But, I mean,
the-- the first time

on the bathroom floor
of your father's apartment,

that-- that's not a place
for it to go down,
so to speak.

It's not the first time.
We've done it before.

Okay, there's so many things
that I want to talk about
right now.

I'm gonna skip over
the first four and go
to number five.

- Dad!

Bye, Tom.
See you at my mom's,
Robert.

- 'Kay.
- Bye.

Say hi to your mom.

Fuck!

Of all the girls
in the world,

you gotta pick
my girlfriend's daughter?

I don't know,
she likes me.

This is a real
shitbasket, Tom.

A real shitbasket.

Oh, no, no, no,
please don't clean up.

Please, let me do it.
Let me do it.

- Yeah.

- Oh, thank God.

Well, I'm sorry
to, uh, leave you

amidst this
financial crisis.

I'm meeting Sylvia,
to hang her show tonight.

Excellent.
Well, maybe I'll
just see you tomorrow.

Oh, uh...

I don't-- I don't
think I can tomorrow.

That's all right.
No worries.

I got a late-night dinner
with clients.

You're just
making me stay late

to do bad karaoke after.

What's your song?

- "Bohemian Rhapsody,"
of course.
- Bold.

- "Seasons in the Sun."

Every single time.

Isn't it about
a dying guy?

Well, yes,
but you know what?

The chorus
is surprisingly uplifting.

Robert:
When we got
to the apartment,

they weren't
actually having sex,

but apparently
that ship has sailed.

That's it?

Oh, my God,
you made me so nervous.

I thought something
was actually wrong.

Mild or spicy?

- Oh, spicy.
- Robert: Mild.

Spicy.
Uh, that's fine,
thank you.

Maybe you're not clear
on the whole "sex boat
leaving the harbor" thing.

- I mean, your daughter
and my son are having--
- Man: Here you go.

Thank you.

- Man: You're welcome.
- Sexual relations.

They're teenagers.
That's what teenagers do.

And Tom is so cute.

You're not
reacting at all

like I thought
you would react.

I mean, you were
more concerned about
"the mole."

Jackie:
What do you
want me to do?

Mostly, I am just glad
that Ella is dating nice guys

and not those shits
she was dating back
in the city.

Tom is a good kid.

Well, thank you.
Yeah, he is.

And I've always
encouraged Ella
to be her true self.

It just turns out
that her true self

is kind of sexual.

Oh, thank you so much.

And if she's gonna
have sex,

I told her it shouldn't be
all hand jobs and blow jobs.

It should be enjoyable
for her as well.

It should help her
figure out the totality
of who she is.

You said "hand jobs"
and "blow jobs" to
your daughter?

- Yeah.
- That's a very
progressive perspective.

Would you rather
Tom kept his private life
from you?

- Yes.
- Look, Ella's
had sex before.

She's gonna
have sex again.

And I'm just glad
she can come to me
if anything goes wrong.

Tom is gonna be
just fine.

Okay, cool.

Cool.

Cool.

♪ If you got a problem ♪

♪ Don't care what it is ♪

♪ If you need a hand,
I can assure you this ♪

♪ I can help ♪

♪ I got two strong arms ♪

♪ I can help ♪

♪ It would sure
do me good ♪

♪ To do you good ♪

♪ Let me help. ♪

Mm, you don't have
an extra toothbrush
lying around, do you?

- I hate hairy teeth.
- Ugh, I know.

It's like, uh--
it's like your teeth
are wearing sweaters.

- No, sorry.

Mm, here.

Nothing here.

Well...

Ah, yes.

Hair of the dog.

Good morning, ladies.

- Good morning.

I got you
an iced coffee, Frances.

Sylvia, I would've
gotten one for you,

but I didn't know that
you were gonna be here.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Mm, interesting--
pizza and coffee.

Frances,
guess who I saw

at my aerial Pilates class
this morning.

- Um...
- Penny Loafer Susan.

- Oh!
- Ooh, floor time fun.

- Oh, of course.

Wait, weren't you
wearing that yesterday?

Are you on
a walk of shame?

No.

No, not at all, no.

We were here
all night working.

Yeah.
Look, it's all hung.

Wow.
Really, all night?

- Yeah, but--
- Wow.

It wasn't so bad,
was it?

Now it all
looks wonderful,
that's for sure.

But I can't believe
you were here working
all night long.

- My goodness.
- Well, we did take
a little pizza break.

And had a heated debate
about space aliens.

Oh, my God,
don't ask.

And then we figured,
"Oh, you know, we're up.

Might as well stay
and watch the sun rise."

Oh. Wow,
look at you two.

Like a cute
little indie movie,
the two of you.

Hey, Frances,
how's Andrew doing?

Hmm? Not to toot
my own horn, Sylvia,

but I don't know
if you know that
I was the one

who set Frances up
with her boyfriend.

Toot-toot.

I thought
you just got divorced.

You have
a boyfriend already?

No.
No, no, no.

He's not a boyfriend.
Not a boyfriend.

He's a nice guy,
but, honestly,

things are more serious
with my mailman.

No, we're just--
uh, we're casual.

You know?
It's fun.

So, is it like the fun
you had with Julian?

Well, having fun
with one person

while you're still married
to another person,

it turns out...
that's not fun.

You had an affair?
That's kind of fucked up.

Excuse me, Frances is not
"kind of fucked up."

She was involved
in an intricate situation

where her emotional needs
were simply not being met.

- Plain and simple.
Well...

I don't know
if it's plain and simple,
but that's a version.

Put it this way.

Frances's divorce
was a difficult time

for all of us.

And look at her,
she is just thriving now.

No, fucked up is good.

- Like, it's interesting.
- Oh.

You got more layers to you
than I thought, Frances.

How many layers
did you think I had?

Two, Three.

Well, in that case,
my many newly revealed
layers thank you.

- Frances: Here you go.
- Ah, thanks for this.

When I pulled mine
out of storage,

something had chewed
through all the strings,

which was
rather unsettling.

Well, you're welcome
to mine.

I haven't played since
before Lila was born.

God, how did I let
Diane talk me into

this tennis clinic anyway?

- You know I'm not
a group person.
- Oh, I know.

I remember vividly
your one week in book club.

Say what you want,
but I was right about
"The Grapes of Wrath."

Yes, it's depressing,
but it is in fact about
the Great Depression.

- I don't think Steinbeck
was really interested

in lightening the mood.

Lila, come on,
honey, hurry up.

Maria's mom's
gonna be here any second.

- Good-bye.
- Be nice!

- I'll try.

- Can I dye my hair
purple, please?

Yeah, definitely not.

Dad said I could.

Well, he told me
to ask you.

Oh, okay, then.
No.

So, I am not allowed
to dye my hair,

but Tom can have sex
with Ella in Dad's bathroom?

Okay.

Wait, I'm--
I'm s

Wait, what?
W

- Frances: So,
thank you once again...

...for fitting us in
on such short notice.

Today, we are not here
to discuss marital issues,

but we're here to talk about
my girlfriend's daughter.

Wait, so you're having
an affair now?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
No, we-- we got divorced.

Yup. Miss a little,
miss a lot.

He shaved his mustache.

You probably
noticed that because...

you're a professional
observer.

A few months ago,
this could've easily
turned into a 12-rounder,

but now, you know,
we just say to each other,

"Hey, let's go see
a third party

and just wade through

this puddle of vomit."

Well, that's kind of
a unnecessary vivid image,

but, yes, yes, we want
to wade through this
separately, together.

Because we've comfortably
fallen into this pattern

of you take care
of your side of the street,
I'll take care of mine.

Right, but then there's
this dangerous intersection

where these
head-on collisions happen.

Fender benders.

So, the issue is...

our 16-year-old son, Tom,

who has recently become
sexually active

with Robert's
girlfriend's daughter.

In his house,
under his roof,

in his bathroom,
on his watch.

- Sounds worse than it is.
- Not really.

Okay, look, admittedly,
it's a lot to chew on,

but I'm completely
sensitive to the fact

that it might be harder
for Frances

to embrace the fact
that our son Tom

is having sex
for the first time,

given her
traditional, uh, sense

of human sexuality.

I'm sorry?

Well,
when we were married,

8 out of every 10 times
we had sex,

I was the--
the, you know, initiator.

That is complete
and utter bullshit.

Complete
and utter bullshit.

He is basing this
on one incident

where you woke me up
at 3:00 in the morning

when I had influenza.

- Fever broken, on the mend.

I don't know
how this is helping us.

The point is
Robert's judgment,
or lack of judgment--

see, I don't know what
is going on in your house
when Jackie's there.

I don't know
what Tom is accidentally
seeing or hearing.

Yeah, it's a regular
sex den over there.

- It's just wall-to-wall sex.
- Okay, okay, okay.

I'm just--
all I'm saying

is just maybe
a little discretion,
that's all,

when the kids
are around.

In my estimation,
there has been
no indiscretion.

- Anyway, moving forward.

I think that
we need to implement

some basic,
simple ground rules

and agree to establish

the environments
of our home are the same.

I agree.

Oh, okay, good.

Okay, so Tom's door
stays open

when Ella is over.

And she can
only come over

if there is an adult
in the house.

Done.

- Great.
- Great.

So, this was
a complete waste
of time and money.

So, you want a ride
back to Hastings?
I drove in.

I wanted
to be the master
of my own destiny

and not be at the mercy
of all the commuters

with their-- their khakis
and their pocket beers.

Uh, yeah, no, thanks.

I'm just gonna stay in,
'cause I gotta get stuff
for the gallery.

Okay.

- Be safe.
- Bye.

Bye-bye.

Oh, hello, sir.

Um, might I interest you
in a 32-volume edition

of the "Encyclopedia
Britannica"?

Oh, you know, unfortunately,
I just bought a full set.

A brunette just came by.
She was very persuasive.

Oh, Veronica!

Drats!
Foiled again.

- Ah, well.
Good day, sir.
- Good day.

Get in here.

- Hello.
- Hi.

- Oh, hey, Ella.
- Hi.

- Good.

- No.

I think she should
be back in, like,
an hour, though.

Do you wanna
come in and wait?

No, no, no, it's good.

I should've called first.

I'll catch up
with her later.

- I'll tell her you came by.
- All right.

- Wait, Ella, um...

- I'm here, so, uh...
- Yup.

I don't really know
what is or is not

going on with you
and-- and Tom.

Just 'cause
I'm, heh, you know,
Commander Oblivious.

- Well, I know
that you and your mom

have an understanding
about sexuality,

and I'm totally cool
with that.

She explained it to me
and I'm totally okay
with that.

Absolutely you be you.

It's just that...

you're more advanced
than Tom,

uh, in the...
physical department,

if that makes sense to you.

And I just would hope

that you wouldn't
push him along too quickly.

Sure.

All right,
look, I just had
another quick thought.

Maybe whenever you guys
are alone together

in any sort
of man-made structures,

keep all the doors
and windows open?

How's that sound?

- Okay.
- Great!

I'm glad we had this talk.
Cleared the deck.

Cleared the air.

All right.

Let's soul shake on it.

- Mm.
- All right,
tell your mom

I'll catch up
with her later.

And-- and just have
a great day.

- Okay.
- All right.

- Hey.
Look who's here.
- Hey.

Just who I was
hoping to see.

Oh.

- Yeah.

Good.

Get those
endorphins going.

Just really quick,

I-- I wanted
to acknowledge that--

that I'm aware that you--

you have made some
recent advances sexually.

- Oh, my God, Mom!
- No, no, no, no, no!

Honey, I don't wanna
make you feel uncomfortable.

You're not in trouble,
all right?

This is a natural part
of growing up

and becoming a young man.

All right?
I have no problem...

- I seriously
do have to go.
- ...with that.

All right, but we--
we should-- we should
talk about consent.

Our guidance counselor
already talked to us
about it.

But, well,
did she tell you
that it's a--

it's a two

You know, 'cause consent
goes both ways.

You know, like,
say for instance, I'm--

say-- say, like--
like, a-- a girl

wanted to kiss
your penis--

- Mom!
- You know...

All right,
just, no means no!

You know?
And tie your shoe!

Oh, my God.

Jesus, you're old enough
to have sex

and you still can't
tie your shoe?

Did you threaten
my daughter?

What? No.
Why would you say that?

Ella said that
you went over there

and told her
to stay away
from your son.

That sounds
pretty threatening to me.

That's not
what I meant at all.

All I mentioned to her

was that Tom is naive
in certain respects

that she is clearly not,

and that she might be
conscious of that
going forward.

Why are you telling Ella
anything at all?

She is my daughter.

She doesn't need a dad.

Hang on a second.

Tom was involved in it, too.
I'm his dad.

That means I get
to have an opinion,

which you quite frankly
dismissed yesterday.

I chose to raise
my daughter on my own,

and we're doing
really fucking great.

We just got
our co-brown belts
in aikido.

So, we're all going
kung fu fighting?

I don't know, maybe I am
better off on my own.

Oh, come on!

- I don't know!

I need some time.

This is
a real shitbasket, Tom.

Diane:
Who gives a shit about
watching the sun rise?

It's the sun.

It does that
literally every day.

Big whoop.

Lately, Frances
seems hypnotized.

Like Sylvia's
L. Ron Hubbard
or something.

I accidentally dated
a Scientologist once.

Really?
Very interesting.

Now, over here
we have the café.

- Good afternoon, Bruce.
- Bruce: Diane.

Now, I like
to sit and watch
the tennis pros eat lunch.

And wait
until you meet Jeremy.

He's young and Australian.
Enough said.

- Oh.
- And they just added the cutest
little smoothie bar.

Oh, how nice.

- Yes, finally.

They started
letting them join
about three years ago.

Now, over here
we have a locker room.

- After you.
- Thank you.

And then over here,
of course, they have the tea

- with honey and lemon.
- Oh.

And, you know,
I think their shampoo
is a little iffy,

so if I were you,
I would bring my own.

What are you doing here?

Well, I-- I could say
the same for you.

I joined
a couple weeks ago.

I figured I would
just go full suburban.

- Great to see you again,
Jackie.

Oh, my God, Diane,
where are my manners?

Hi. You look amazing!

Oh, you're sweet.

Well, if you'll excuse me,
ladies, I'm gonna go meet
Nick on the courts,

so I'll see
you ladies later.

I really miss you, Dallas.
I miss our visits.

Isn't there any way
we can make this work?

Unfortunately, no.

It's simply
unprofessional for me

to treat my best friend's
ex-husband's new girlfriend.

But, um, you know,
all those other names
I gave you,

they would be
just excellent
replacements.

It's just that
with Robbie and I,

I-- I actually have no idea
where we stand right now.

We got in this big fight
about the kids,

but it was not
really about the kids.

- I really shouldn't be--

And I know I always, like,
shut down relationships

before they get serious.

Your words,
but I find that this time

I-- I really want to be
vulnerable with him,

and I-- I keep hearing
your voice in my head.

"Jackie, you will live
a very solitary life

- if you stay boxed up
behind your own scaffolding."
- You know, I--

- I really don't
think that's what I--
- "Jackie, you have to talk

through
your feelings together.

Don't shut him down.
He's not a mind reader.

Those don't exist."

God, you're so good
at what you do.

Not doing anything.
Not treating you.

Well, I've taken up
enough of your time

and I should probably
go shower.

I'm so pleased
that we ran into each other.

- Yes, also inappropriate.

- Ah, hey there, Diane.
- Hi, Jeremy.

How are you doing?

- Jeremy: Oh, sh...

Well, everything seems okay.
There's no broken limbs.

- Mm-hmm.

Well... I'm nodding,
so that's good.

That means that
it's still attached
to my body.

- I'm so embarrassed, Jeremy.
- Aw. No need, sweetheart.

I'm bit of a klutz myself,
too, sometimes.

But why don't
we sit you up?

Is that head okay?
You're not feeling dizzy?

No, I think I'm okay.

- They just paged me.
- Oh, Nick, I had a slight...

stumble on the stairs
over there.

- It was actually
quite a tumble.

She's a brave one,
though, isn't she?

- Aw, you're so sweet.

How's that ankle, though?
Why don't we just...

All right,
well, then, uh...

Jared, is it,
like the Subway guy?

- Jeremy, actually.
- Jeremy.

Great.
Thanks very much,

but I-- I think
I've got this, okay?

- No, I'm happy to stay and--
- No, no, that's okay.

If you could get
somebody else here,

preferably somebody
with a college education,
that'd be great.

Okay?
Thank you.

You okay?
I'm here now, sweetheart.

It's all right.
What?

You're jealous.

- I am not.
- You are!

I can tell,
and it's so adorable.

Well, I was worried
about you.

I didn't know what--
holy Jesus Christ,

it's like a fucking
head goiter back here.

I hate to tell you
this, but, uh,

you've got
a large family of squirrels
moving into your attic.

- Yeah.

And by the looks of it,
they're gonna stay awhile.

See all the luggage?

I keep trying
to get rid of them.

Clearly,
you're too hospitable.

I've been called worse.

Oh!

All right.
Jump out.

Go get your retainer
and we'll drop you
at the sleepover.

Then Tom and I
are rolling out

for guys' night
at the movies.

You could've been
a part of it.

Lila: Mom?

Oh!

- Oh, Lila.
- Shit.

Lila.

No, no, wait,
wait, wait!
Li, Li!

Lila, wait, wait.
Lila!

Well, well, well.
What have we here?

Lila, honey,
do you wanna talk?

- No.
- Frances: Oh, hi, Tom!

- Robert DuFresne.
- Hi.

- Ex-husband.
- Hi. Andrew Wallace.

- Pleasure.
- Good to see you.

Looks like your side
of the street

was up
to something naughty.

My side thought your side
had the kids tonight.

And you saw this
as an opportunity

for a random hookup?

For fun?

No. No.
No, this isn't random.

This is scheduled.

Like a get-together.

Mm-hmm.

I mean, we're a thing.

Congratulations.

I'm gonna take Lila
over to her sleepover.

It was nice meeting you.

- You, too.
- Andrew.

- Yes.
- Guess we'll be seeing

you kids together more often
now that you're a "thing."

Maybe next time
you'll have your fly up.

- Oh.
- Yeah. Protocol.

Just-- just saying.

All right.
Bye, kids.

Lila? Lila, put your
seat belt on, okay?

Bye, Tom.
Put-- Lila,
put your seat belt on.

So, everything here
looks pretty good to me.

The Clavowens have agreed
to sponsor your membership

and we have a lengthy
self-submitted letter

of recommendation
from a Jackie Gianopoulos.

Oh, uh, Jackie and I aren't
actually that close.

Oh, she said
you used to be
her therapist.

Oh, "used to."
Hmm, that's progress.

Well, um, I can't see
any reason why

your application
wouldn't be accepted.

Now, were you interested
in the family membership
at all?

No. I mean, I just--
I don't think that's
gonna be necessary.

My son's not much for sports
or, uh, socializing.

And he's about to leave
for school, anyway, so.

Okay.
Now, for a spouse, then,
we have a dual option.

No.

No spouse.

So, you were
just interested in the--

in the single membership,
then?

Correct.

Yeah, just-- just me.

- Single me.
- Well, no problem.

Join the club.

- I come in peace.
- Okay.

So... you know
how I'm always good
at everything, right?

That is debatable.

Well,
it turns out that...

I'm not very good
at letting someone
into my life.

You were
absolutely right.

I should've considered
your feelings

about Tom and Ella.

I'm so sorry.

Well, I hope
Ella doesn't think

- I'm the old,
weird guy now.
- It's okay.

This is where
you're supposed to say,

"Ella doesn't think
you're the weird, old guy."

Well, you're not old.

And I love
that you're weird.

I really like you,
Robbie.

I wanna make this work.

I like you, too.

Oh, um,
bad news/good news.

Tom ended things
with Ella.

Oh. Is she okay?

Oh, yeah.
She's back
into girls now.

Good for her.

♪ Making a living... ♪

Oh, yes.

Look at us,
out together,
eating food

in public.

It's like a real date.

Well, I figured
you can't fight city hall.

So why try, right?

- Or alternate theory.
- Mm-hmm.

Did you invite me to dinner
so I wouldn't just be the guy

who met your entire family
with his fly down?

Well, that's not
not why I asked.

Well, whatever
prompted the leap,

this thing
is not so bad, is it?

Mm-mm.
Not so bad at all.

- ♪ Draggin' the line ♪

♪ I feel fine ♪

♪ I'm talking about
peace of mind ♪

♪ I'm gonna take
my time ♪

♪ I'm getting
the good sign ♪

- ♪ Draggin' the line ♪
- ♪ Draggin' the line ♪

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♪ Loving the free
and feeling spirit ♪

♪ Of hugging a tree
when you get near it ♪

♪ Digging the snow
and rain ♪

♪ And the bright sunshine ♪

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♪ I feel fine ♪

♪ I'm talking about
peace of mind ♪

♪ I'm gonna take
my time ♪

♪ I'm getting
the good sign ♪

- ♪ Draggin' the line ♪
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- ♪ Draggin' the line ♪
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- ♪ Draggin' the line ♪
- ♪ La, la, la, la,
la, la, la, la ♪

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- ♪ La, la, la, la,
la, la, la, la ♪

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- ♪ La, la, la, la,
la, la, la, la ♪

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- ♪ La, la, la, la,
la, la, la, la ♪

- ♪ Draggin' the line ♪
- ♪ La, la, la, la. ♪

ANDREW: We both
had some growing up to do.

Her version of growing up was
sleeping with our contractor.

What about you? What was
the nail in your marriage?

FRANCES DUFRESNE:
Oh, my God. Skip Zakarian.

-Yeah, the gallery owner guy,
right?
-Yeah.

I'm Frances Everdell.

-Nice to meet you.
-You too!

An-- And-- Bye.

We should officially
do business.

I buy the houses and you design
and renovate,

and we turn a tidy profit.

Skip Zakarian sent that?

He's obviously
flirting with you.

That prick from
the auction. He's here.

Really?

If it weren't for you,
I'd still be at the bank.

-You're very welcome.
-There's one more thing.