All language subtitles for Girls.S05E06.720p.BluRay.X264-REWARD

What are you staring at me about?

What do you mean?

- You're staring at me.
- I'm staring at you?

You're playing aggressive guitar at me.

There's nothing aggressive about that.
It's a ballad.

Okay.

I think it's weird
you haven't said anything since noon.

Well, we're in a fight,
so I don't want to talk to you.

- Well...
- That's kind of the definition of fighting.

- That's kind of the definition of cold.
- No.

- Yeah.
- I'm not cold, I'm mad.

So you can't even let me know
that you're here with me?

You can't even connect?

No, I don't want to connect. I want space.

Well, I don't want space. I love you.

See, Desi, that's a major part of the problem.

That you don't seem to care at all
about what I want.

Oh, I don't care what you want? Okay.

Yeah, you don't care. Would you prefer that

I just pretend
nothing's wrong with me?

And stop feeling all of my feelings

and hug you and fuck you
and tell you how amazing you are,

- and how much I love you?
- That sounds really positive to me.

- I think that'd make you happy, too.
- Oh, Jesus.

- No.
- Come on, hey.

Whoa.

- You know you just recoiled from my touch?
- I didn't.

You recoiled from my touch
like I'm a monster!

- Oh, my God.
- You know something?

In all the months that we courted,
I never dreamed that you could be this cruel.

- Cruel?
- Yeah!

- Are you fucking serious? Cruel?
- Yes.

I don't want to go get a scone with you
this morning and now I'm cruel?

Oh, boy. You're...

- You've got to be kidding me.
- I want to fucking die.

No, you don't. You don't want to die.

Yes, I do, I want to fucking kill myself.

You don't want to kill yourself, either.

You are far too narcissistic to kill yourself.

Open your heart to me!

- Bella, open your heart to me now!
- Stop.

It's fucking open!

Bella?

What I tell you? She's coming. She's coming.

How you doing? Nice to meet you.

Baby got back.

Damn, girl,
I know exactly how to work you out.

Hey.

Hi.

She was looking at me.

- Shit.
- Yo, you know her?

Yeah, I know her. I'll be right back.

- Where you going, man?
- Marnie?

Marnie.

Marnie.

Hey.

Hi.

Look, I know it's weird.

Just talk to me, okay?

I'm married.

Oh, great.

- That's fucking great.
- Yeah.

Yeah, see, just tell me what's up with you.

That's great, that's great.

I'm late getting where I'm going.

Hey.

So, wait, you got married?

- Yeah.
- That's beautiful.

Really, that's fucking beautiful.

It was beautiful.

I mean, it was pouring
and my dad wasn't there, but...

Ah, Shit.

- Well, who walked you down the aisle?
- My uncle.

- Bob or Ron?
- You remember Bob and Ron?

- Yeah, of course I do. Bob's a fuckin' G.
- Well, it was Ron.

Okay, yeah. I mean, Ron,
he's less of a G, he's an exterminator.

That's... That's the opposite.

So, what happened to your business?

- Which one?
- Business. The app?

- "Which one?"
- Oh. That shit.

Um, yeah, that wasn't really for me.

You know, that life.

It started becoming about
what we're ordering for lunch

and who we ate it with. It was bullshit.

So, did Parvesh and Jake buy you out?

No, no, no, some weird legal shit went down
and I got nothing, you know.

- But onward and upward, right?
- Yeah, I guess.

- Hey, hold the fuck up, man.
- What?

What? I told you I was just talking to a friend.
What?

All right, man,
but you're gonna do that thing tonight, right?

- Yes.
- So just make sure you get enough cash

to cover you for the next few weeks, all right?

Yo, I don't need this explained to me.
I know what to do.

He's got it, he's got it. Here you go, brother.

- All right?
- I got it.

Charlie, introduce.

No, Rips, I'm not fucking introducing you.

And don't just say "introduce,"
like, one word.

- Rips?
- Hello.

Your name is Rips?
What, are you from West Side Story?

And that would make you my Maria.

Yeah, I'd love to solve a problem like a Maria.

Ew! That's not even the right reference.

Oh.

- All right.
- We out of here, bro.

Hey, appreciate it. Take care.

- Hey, hey, hey. You got it.
- All right. I got it. I got you.

- All right.
- Be good. Bye, friend.

- Bye, friend. Nice meeting you.
- Bye, guys.

- Very nice meeting you.
- Nice to meet you, too, Rips.

Sorry.

You, um... You talk differently.

I talk... What do you mean?

You have an accent
that you didn't have before.

- You talk differently.
- No.

No, you just don't remember me right.

"Ri"? I don't remember you "ri"?

Hey, do you want to
come with me someplace?

Where?

We'll go someplace.

Like, what place, though?

It's a party. It's uptown.

And there will be free champagne
and a lot of it.

- Champagne for my real friends...
- Real pain for my sham friends.

Wait, are you serious?

- Yeah.
- Why would I want to go with you anywhere?

You know I literally haven't heard from you
since you told me you never loved me

and that I was a "spoiled brat whose life
would never amount to being anything

"other than someone's wife."

- That's an exact quote.
- Right.

And guess what? I am someone's wife.
But I also have a fucking life,

so you were completely wrong about me.

You're a fucking piece of shit.

- All right, Marnie, you know...
- No, no, no, seriously, Charlie, you're a POS.

And, yeah, I might've been an asshole to you
when I was, what, all of, like, 22 years old.

Everyone's an asshole
when they're 22 years old.

Then you came along and
you beat me in the asshole contest.

Big time. You beat the shit out of me.

All right.

Well, I apologize for that,

but I was kind of going through
a pretty fucked up time.

My, uh... My dad... My dad died.

What?

He killed himself, actually.
He... He hung himself.

- Holy shit.
- Yeah.

I didn't know that. I'm so sorry.

No, you know, I'm sorry.

That's all I can really say is I'm sorry.

But, listen, do you want to come with...
Just come with me to this party.

It'll be harmless. We'll catch up.

- Please.
- Okay.

Yeah?

Okay. All right, good. I'm happy.

We got to get you a dress, though.

All right.

- Marnie.
- Yeah?

Try these on. Try those on.

- Oh, my God, I can't try all these on.
- Yes, you can.

I'm just giving you options, baby,
you know what I mean?

I'm just giving you options.

- I'm just giving you more and more options.
- Okay.

Hey. Hey. Do you have a bathroom I can use?

I'm gonna buy stuff.
I just need to use the bathroom.

Yeah, there's a burrito place next door.

You just have to, like,
buy a soda or something.

Oh, okay.

- Uh, Marnie, I'll be right back.
- Okay.

- That dress looks really pretty on you.
- Oh, thank you so much.

I feel like a Bob Mackie Barbie doll.

Oh, no, that's 100% the look.
That's what people come in here wanting.

That guy's my ex-boyfriend.

I haven't seen him in, literally,
almost two years,

until just now, or like, just before right now.

He left without any explanation,

and now I'm married to,
like, an entirely different man

who's also my musical partner.

- Cool.
- I know you might be wondering, like,

how does someone fit that much action
into such a short amount of time.

- Yes, I am only 25 and a half years old...
- No, that seems right.

But somehow I've managed to live so much,
I feel like I'm looking out the eyes of a woman

at hands that have touched
and have been touched.

Does that make any sense?

- Hey. Oh, my God.
- Yeah?

- You look great.
- Are you sure?

- That's perfect, yeah it is.
- I don't know.

No, you look awesome. All right, let's do this.

- Yeah? How much is it?
- What? I need heels and stuff like that.

Doesn't matter. No, no, no, you're good.

- What are you doing?
- They're waiting on us.

What are we doing here?

I just have a friend who asked me to swing by.

What kind of friend?
Everyone here is 150 years old.

Just wait here a second, okay?

- No way.
- Just wait one second.

No fucking way.
I'm not standing here alone in this dress.

All right. Suit yourself, come on.

- Brian, hello.
- Hello, sir.

Brian, this is my fiancée, Masha.

Masha, it's a pleasure.

Uh, will you ladies
excuse us for just a moment?

Of course, Brian.

He buying cocaine for us to have party.

Yeah, I can see that.

Out of curiosity, how old are you?

Twenty-five and half.

Makes sense.

Okay, I'm just gonna use the bathroom
really quick, okay?

What's your name, darling?

I'm Magita. Magita Perez.

Well, Magita,
what would you say if I asked you

to join Masha and me later, upstairs?

Masha?

Me?

Is Brian the person I should talk to,
to negotiate that?

No, no, I'll handle it.

I'm, uh, 300 cash, up front.

Room 1206. We'll be there by 10:30.

Sounds good, except there's a $200 fee
if I'm going above the 10th floor.

I'm afraid of heights.

And a $100 gown rental fee.

Unless you want me to wear my jeans.

See you in an hour.

Looking forward to it.

- Wait, so you said...
- Oh, my God.

You said you were a hooker?

No, he, like, implied it
and I just, like, went along

and then I introduced myself as Magita Perez.

- What?
- I don't know...

- You said your name was Magita?
- Yeah, I said my name was...

I don't know, I've never heard it before.

- Spanish?
- Oh, my God.

- I knew this was a bad idea.
- What, you worried you scared me?

No, you know, it's just not really your scene.

To be fair, you wouldn't know my scene.

It's actually been a few years
since you knew what my scene was.

But I have an idea of what your scene is
and what your scene isn't.

Well, my scene is that I'm hungry
and I'm fucking rich.

You've gained weight.

That's not a very nice thing to say to a person.

No, I know, I like it.

It's like you're not trying to please
everyone anymore.

- Hey, guess what?
- Mmm?

Half my album's about you.

- What?
- Yeah. Desi thinks it's about him.

About, like, when we first started
and he still had a girlfriend,

but it's about you.

It's about what it's like to lose something

or someone and have no idea why.

I told you why.

You were my family.

You know that.

Come here. Come here.

Oh, my God. What are you doing?

Get in.

- That's not our boat.
- "That's not our boat"?

- Did you really just say that?
- Shut up.

"That's not our boat"?

Oh, no, that's not our boat.

- But it isn't.
- Come on.

Don't be a nerd.

Get in the fucking boat.

No one's here.

Oksana Baiul.

- Whose boat do you think this is?
- Oh, my God.

Jesus Christ, relax.

- Oh!
- Oh!

Are you okay?

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

Jesus, you scared me for a second.

But it's only like two feet deep, so...

Hold on, wait. This is actually
a very, very serious question.

Okay.

How recent
were your YMCA swimming lessons?

'Cause I just couldn't tell

- by the way you were flailing around.
- You're such an asshole.

What, I just really want to know

- 'cause I'll get them for you, if you want.
- Give me your bag.

What? Come on, Marnie.

What's so fuckin' funny?

Give me your fucking bag.

- Really?
- No. Dude, dude, chill.

Okay? Go back to Park Slope.

Your mom's not gonna be mad at you,

and if you need money,
just sell your fucking Xbox.

The bag and your jewelry now.

No fucking way, dude.

Look, seriously, back the fuck off, okay?
Back the fuck...

- Oh, shit! He's got a fuckin' gun.
- Here, here, here.

- Your rings. Come on.
- Here's my wedding ring

- and my engagement ring.
- Just, here, here.

- The rings first!
- He didn't ask for my fucking earrings.

Just give them to him. He's gonna want them.

- Okay, okay, okay.
- Hello?

- Here, here. Take it, take it.
- Yeah. Take it, take it.

Oh, my God.

Fuck, dude. Are you...

I didn't know people get,
like, robbed anymore.

- You live here?
- I do.

There's a garbage bag on the window.

Yeah, well, I sleep late.

So, get curtains.

Actually, you know what? Never mind.
I'm not here to change you.

I don't need to change anybody any more.

Come here.

What am I gonna do about you?

What if...

We...

Ran away?

I'm serious.

What if, like, the last few years
were just a bad dream and we ran away?

And opened up a general store.

Somewhere where they need a general store.

I got cash, I got a bike.

We can go wherever we wanted.

Wouldn't have to tell anybody
if we didn't feel like it.

- I don't need any of my stuff.
- No.

I don't, I really...

Don't need any of my stuff.

I hate all of my stuff.

I'm serious.
As soon as the sun comes up, let's go.

But what about all of the time?

- Hmm?
- Doesn't have to bother us if we don't let it.

Okay.

I'm cold. I need a shower.

The bathroom's in the hall.

Cool.

Hey.

Hi.

Late night?

Yeah, kind of.

Why is everybody
such a fucking disappointment?

Guy problems?

Yeah, if you call a hot dyke with a strap-on
and a Mets cap a guy.

She left me off on the side of the BQE.

Kicked me off her motorcycle.

- Oh, my God. That is awful.
- Yeah.

- How did you get home?
- I fucking walked.

It's not even her, you know? She was fine.

She was as much as an asshole as anyone.

I just... I can't have one more fantasy
busted open.

I swear to God, I can't fucking take it.

That's my towel.

I'm so sorry.

I did not know that.

Um... Oh!

You have nice tits.

Thank you.

You know, that shower actually has
really good water pressure.

Charlie?

- Charlie.
- Yeah?

What the fuck is this needle?

Oh.

I'm diabetic.

Where are your fucking shoes, Marnie?

Whose dress is that?
Where are your fucking rings?

I'm sorry.

For what?

I don't want to be married to you.

It's not even your fault.

I mean, yeah, you're...

You're an asshole, but...

...it's really not your fault. I just...

I knew I shouldn't have married you.

I just didn't want to give up
on yet another dream.

What are you talking about?

I just don't know who I am right now.
I'm like a ghost of myself.

I don't know what I'm doing here
or anywhere else.

But I don't want to be married to you.

Okay.

- Okay?
- Yeah.

Thank you.

You should go and be on your own, Marn.
You know? Do what you have to do.

Yeah, I think that's what I need.

But, trust me, Marnie, it is, like,

not gonna work out so great.

- It's not?
- I mean...

Probably you're gonna get...

Murdered.

I mean, that is how little
of a sense of the world that you have.

You're just, you're just...

You're gonna get murdered one day.

You're gonna get murdered. I'm sorry.

Yeah, well...

You know, Desi, maybe you're right.

Maybe I do get murdered.

Oh, my God.

You know I can't hear you.

Try to remember...

The hope of the beginning, you know.

- "The hope of the beginning"?
- Yeah.

You mean when you had a girlfriend
and I saw you, like, twice a week,

and half the times we fucked,
you covered my face with a pillow

because you couldn't handle the guilt?

- Do you remember that?
- Yeah, okay.

Jesus Christ, I have some, like,
serious shit to work out.

So do you.
I'm not sure you're capable of it but...

That's not my problem anymore.

Do you want me to get my stuff?

Uh, no, that's fine.
I'll just pack up a few things.