All language subtitles for Room 104 s02e11 Shark.eng

( music playing )

Girl on TV:
Hey, Natalie, what's the problem?

Girl 2:
No problem, if my test was on Kool & the Gang.

( laugh track )

If you're referring
to my singing,

it helps me think.

If you don't put
that thing away,

I'm gonna sit on your neck!

( laugh track )

( water running in shower )

Girl 1:
I hate that hat.

( shower turns off )

Girl 2:
This is my exam hat.

I wear it twice a year,
every year. She knows that.

( door opens )

That is some motherfuckin'
water pressure right there, man.

That is some...
Zestfully clean shit right there.

( TV continues playing )

What you watchin'?

- I don't know.
- What's it about?

I'm not sure.

Is it good?

Yeah.

Is it this good?

Ollie. Knock knock.

Crack attack!

( laughs )

Yeah. Keep you on your toes,
man.

( paper bag rustling )

( TV continues )

( drops cube in glass )

( pours liquor )

Little bit of heaven
right there, man.

( clears throat )

( clears throat )

Man on TV:
Heavy words from the Soviet leaders...

All right, Ollie, m'boy...
let's see how we did tonight.

Still can't believe
that motherfucker Larry dude

comin' up in there with them
dinosaur-lookin' motherfuckin'

yellow-assed crusty toenails
pokin' through his sandals like that.

Who the fuck
he think he is,

disrespectin' a place
like that?

I swear, man,
every now and then

I start to feel sorry
for one of these stupid motherfuckers

we put the hustle on,
and then I meet somebody like Toenail Larry,

disrespecting the joint.

Make me want to drop a pool cue
right through his fuckin'

dirty-ass, fucked up foot.

Should've took his dumb ass
for everything he's worth.

- I thought we did.
- Huh?

I thought we did take him
for everything. Didn't we?

Yeah, his cash,
we got him for all his cash,

but I mean like his--
his fuckin' house.

His car or some shit like that.

Be nice for us to have
our own car at some point,

instead of ridin' around
in fuckin' buses all the time.

You know what I'm sayin'?

Mmm.

All right. Here ya go.

Took out 14 for the room.
That leaves, uh, 47 for you.

What else is on?

Man on TV:
Everyone in the community

is still in a bit of a shock...

We only made $47?

No, 94 total.
I took out 14 for the room.

That's 47 for you, 47 for me.

Man, I played a lot tonight.

Yeah, I know, I was there.

I was settin' that shit up.

I know, it's just...

It's just what, Ollie?

We used to make more money
than this.

( sighs )

Yeah. We did. Sometimes.

In the bigger cities
with the bigger halls, bigger idiots,

bigger wallets--
yeah, sometimes we did.

But we played those places out
already, so now we gotta hustle more.

Smaller venues,
smaller paydays.

Just the way it is right now.

It's just,
don't make sense, man.

What don't make sense
to you, Ollie?

Seems to me a person
gets better at a job as he goes along, right?

Works more years at it,
gets better at it.

The pay should be going up
instead of down.

We been on the road
four years now,

we makin' $47 a night?

At this point?

Shit don't make sense, Franco.

Look at you, Ollie.
( laughs )

You got a motherfuckin'
business mind up here after all.

( Franco laughs )

I agree with you.
Does seem kind of wrong.

They call the kind of shit
we doin' a race to the bottom.

The harder we work,

the more people out there
realize that you are a real player

and I'm a real hustler.

So we start makin' less and less

'cause nobody out there
wants to play us.

But it's gonna be all good...

because I got a plan, my cuz.

My cuz-cuz cousin.

I got a motherfuckin'
master plan.

Like I always do.
( laughs )

Always lookin' out
for Franco and Ollie.

Ever since we was kids.

Boom.

Got all that shit up here...
cookin' in my noggin.

What is this?

- The Jewish Activist Center--
- No.

That... is the next phase
of Franco and Ollie.

That is the Atlantic
9-Ball Open Rally.

$250 to enter,
$25,000 cash prize for the winner.

Hmm?

Yeah! That is how
we get out of this dead-end road hustle bullshit

and take it to the fuckin' bank.

Right?

Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!

We got it!

Man on TV:
...would continue to push our deficit even higher.

- I don't know, man.
- You're not gettin' it.

Don't you see?

This is what we been
training you up for

these last four years
on the road.

Hell, we been...
training you up

ever since I moved in with you
when we was kids,

when we was 7 and 9 years old.

Workin' on bank shots
and top spins and all of the shit

in the back room at Willie's.

It was all leading up
to this moment right here.

Hmm? Me and you. Together.

Me with the smooth...
pretty face...

( clicks tongue )

...you with
the pool shark hands.

Hmm?

Perfect team.

Fifty-fifty.

Like we always been.

Like fuckin' brothers.

Man on TV:
But now, more to come on this evening's report.

Ever since--

...hazardous
classroom conditions...

your m-- I'm gonna
turn this shit off.

College basketball heats up.
This and all--

( turns TV off )

When your mama...

took my ass in
like I was her own,

fed me, clothed me--

I ain't never gonna
forget that shit.

It's a debt I owed to her,
and now that she's gone, it's a debt I owe to you.

And I'm takin' you all the way,
baby boy, we doin' this, you and me.

You hear me?

You and me.

You with me?
Hmm?

( pats Ollie's back )

Hmm?

( sing-song )
Franco and Ollie, about to make dough,

Franco and Ollie,
always on the road.

Come on, man!

Hmm?

What the fuck
is up with you, man?

You hearin'
what I'm sayin', right?

You get it, right?
Hmm?

I'm not stupid.
I hear you.

What the fuck is with you
tonight, Ollie, man? Damn!

- It's just, like...
- Just what, Ollie?

It's just, you didn't tell me
that the plan was for us to be doin' tournaments.

OK, so now you know the plan.

I know, but, like..

if we doin' tournaments,
that's--

that's a whole different thing,
like, I mean,

if we doin' tournaments,
I'm gonna be the one doing the playin', right?

Uh, yeah.

So what are you
gonna be doin'?

- I'm the manager.
- I know that.

So I will be
fuckin' managin' you.

Look, Ollie, I know you ain't
the brightest bulb and all, but...

this makes sense to you, right?

Look, man,
I'm not stupid. You keep sayin' that.

I'm not stupid, all right?
I get it.

What I'm sayin' is, like,

when we out
on the road hustlin', I get it,

like, you do
important things,

you do stuff, you go in,
you--

Yeah, I do things. I--
D-Damn right, I do things. I do a lot of things.

You do stuff. You do things.
That's what I said.

You go places,
you do stuff.

Why you seem
so unclear on that?

- I'm just--
- Yeah, I do things.

But when it come
to the tournaments...

I got the money set aside
for that fee.

I'm doin' the playin'.
The games is already set up.

I don't see that
bein' a 50-50 thing.

( snorts )

Hmm. Well, OK.

All right, I see, man.

- It's a question of my value.
- Franco, I'm not tryin' to--

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

You got to talk.

Let me say my piece now.

Let me explain something
to you, Ollie. Hmm?

I don't think you realize

how much fuckin'...

hard work, skill,

dedication, brain power,

goes into this operation
I created for us here.

Somebody gotta book
the bus tickets,

gotta find the cheapest room
to stay in town.

Gotta find a pool hall
that don't know about us yet,

gotta sniff out the player
in there that you can definitely beat to get things rollin'.

Then I gotta make sure
I sniff out any other hustlers in there that got us beat,

avoid them, set you up
with just the right sucker who got more money than skill,

make the deal with him,

or his motherfuckin'
piece-of-shit-ass manager,

then distract
said piece-of-shit manager with conversation

while you're playin',
but still keep my eye on the game...

so I know how much to bet

- come next round.
- I know all--

No, no, no, no, no.
Let me fuckin' finish, Ollie.

And I do this shit
over and over and over again,

plus I gotta keep it all
positive and shit all the time

'cause you up here
questionin' me and everything,

man, and acting
all moody all the time, like tonight.

So...

So I ain't just the manager,

I'm your fuckin' shrink, too.

- But I don't need a shrink.
- Yes, you do,

whether you realize it
or not.

Whether you ask for it or not,
you do.

And you need me to do
all the shit I do for you

and to take care of you,
and the only thing you gotta fuckin' do...

is go out and play with
some fuckin' sticks and balls

when I tell you to,
and with who I tell you to play with. That's it.

That's your whole fuckin' job.

- That's not all I do.
- That is all you fuckin' do!

Ollie! That's it!

But you don't see me
complainin'

and questionin' your value
in the 50-50, do you?

But I'm workin' with what I got,
and what I got is a fuckin'...

half-wit who plays
with sticks and balls as a partner,

and he's up here tellin' me
that I ain't worth my weight in the 50-50?

What the fuck
are you talkin' about? Let me tell you some shit.

That sounds like
a big old "fuck you" to me.

Because I think I'm worth
my 50 percent,

and a hell of a lot more,
if you ask me.

( tamps out cigarette )

( closes window )

So, I guess that's why
you been takin' extra.

Excuse me?

I said, so that's--
that's why you been takin' extra.

What the fuck
you talkin' about, Ollie?

Pull your money out
and count it up next to mine for me.

- You think I'm cheatin' you?
- Just count the money, Franco.

- Why?
- Who not?

- So you don't trust me now?
- Should I?

I been livin' with you
for over 30 years,

your mama raised me
like I was her own.

- I know! I know!
- Like brothers.

Just count the money, Franco!

No, thank you, Ollie,
I already counted it.

Well, I did, too.

Twice.

While you was in there
hittin' them high notes,

singing that "Zestfully clean"
commercial.

You went through my shit?

I ain't as dumb
as you think, Franco.

I know how to count, too.

I know how to count up to $94,

and I know how to count
to $95, too.

- Yeah, it was around that.
- No, it wasn't around nothin'.

You said it was 94,
and it was 95, I counted it twice,

damn near three times!

And I know that big-ass
head of yours don't miscount.

You never miscount!

So you tell me
why I'm the one who gets 47

and you're walkin' around
with 48.

Answer me that.

Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait.

A dollar?

That's what this whole
motherfuckin' thing is about, a-a dollar?!

You lied to me.

Whoa!

( laughing )

Whoo! A do--
A fuckin' dollar?

I didn't have any change.
I couldn't split it.

So I figured I would give you
the extra dollar next time we had a odd number.

So why not tell me that?

'Cause I-- 'Cause I didn't think
it was important!

So it's important
to lie to me instead and say it's 94.

I didn't want to
confuse your brain with the details.

- Stop sayin' I'm stupid!
- Well, if you're gonna

take me to the mattress
over a fuckin' dollar,

I think you're pretty
fuckin' stupid, Ollie.

It's not about the dollar.

I don't know what the fuck
this is about, man.

It's about you thinkin'
you're better than me!

- Shut the fuck up.
- You just said it!

You just said it.

That I'm not good for shit
but a stick and balls!

You could've gave me
that extra dollar,

but no, you chose to keep it
for yourself...

and lie to me about it.

The fuck, man?

We're supposed
to be brothers...

...and that shit right there,

that fucks up
our brotherhood, man!

That breaks our trust!

And I can't trust you
no more, Franco.

- This is insane.
- Why'd you lie to me then, man?

Why not say something truthful
for once?

What do you want me to say,
Ollie? Huh?

I gave myself
an extra dollar.

Yeah, sure.

Maybe the fuckin'
back of my mind told me to do it

because I think
I'm worth more than 50-50.

Or maybe that shit
was just random, I don't know.

But if you're willing
to blow this whole enterprise up over a fuckin' dollar,

all I got to say
is fuck you, my brother.

Fuck you.
Because I'll go out there and I'll find another player

who will appreciate me
and what I bring to the table.

- You can't find nobody.
- Yes, I can!

I can find somebody
who appreciate me!

'Cause your ass
is fuckin' ungrateful.

And petty.

And temperamental
and fuckin' fragile.

So you want your dollar?

( rummaging )

Here.

You happy?

I hope so.

'Cause I'm done with you.

We done.

But you can sleep here, though.

Tonight.

Good. I pay for
half this room anyway,

and you snore like
a fuckin' grizzly bear.

- Get the fuck outta here, man.
- Whatever, Ollie, man.

I just don't want to see you
when I get up.

( rustling )

( clears throat )

Actually...

fuck that.

I changed my mind.

Give me the dollar back, Ollie.

What dollar?

Hand it over.

I don't know what
you talkin' about, Franco.

You said it was $94, right?
We split it 50-50.

Ha ha. Shut the fuck up.
Don't piss me off.

Give me the fuckin' dollar.

No.

I'm gonna ask you
one more time.

I'm gonna be real nice
about it.

Give me the dollar, please.

Well, since you
asked so nicely...

Mmm.

Taste like chicken.

Beat your ass.

( both grunt )

Ahh!

( yelling )

- Franco: Give it--
- Ollie: Aah!

- Get off me!
- Give me the fuckin' dollar.

- Fuck you, man!
- Give me the dollar!

( yelling, grunting )

Come on, bitch.

Give it to me! Give it!

Let it go!

( Ollie yells )

Come on.

( loud clatter )

- Give me that fuckin' dollar.
- No!

What's wrong with you?
You gonna kick me?

Yeah! Back up!

Come on, man--

( both yelling )

- Give me the dollar!
- Fuck no!

( panting )

- Punch you in your dick.
- No, you not.

- Fuckin' dollar, man--
- Get the fuck off of me. No!

( yelling, screaming )

( glass breaks )

( both panting, groaning )

( Ollie groans )

( panting )

Hmm.

Oh, fuck.

Fuck, your face.

( groans loudly )

( panting )

( exhales )

Ohh, sh--

( music playing )

- ( Ollie laughing )
- Franco: I want my dollar back.

( laughs )

( both laughing )

( music playing )

-♪ (ENERGETIC MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
-(CROWD CHATTERS)

(VIDEOTAPE SKIPS)

(GRUNTS)

(TABLE RUMBLES)

Hold, please.
I know what you're thinking.

"Why am I subjecting myself
to this war zone?"

'Cause I want to.

♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪

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