All language subtitles for Kevin From Work s01e06 Birthday From Work.eng

(laughter echoing)

Look, I'm not going to Italy. Okay?

The job there no longer exists.

(giggling)

(laughing)

(all laughing)

(laughter echoing)

(Audrey reading in Italian)

- No...
- (water sloshing)

(Audrey continuing in Italian)

No... No.

(speaking Italian)

Noooooo!

- Sound off!
- Happy!

- Sound off!
- Birthday!

Both: Happy birthday, Kevin!

- Here.
- No. Thank you.

Hurry up, before the wax starts dripping
on you and it gets all kinky up in here.

- (hoots)
- Yay! Happy birthday, Kev.

Okay, down these. You're gonna
need a good stomach coating

- for the direction we're headed.
- Yeah, guys, I have to work.

Don't you have today off?

No. People work on their birthdays.

No, they don't.

No. If George Washington
was alive, he wouldn't.

- Or Abraham Lincoln.
- Or Martin Luther King.

Well, sometimes he would,
depending on where he worked.

Yum. Thank you. Thank you, guys, so much.

I really appreciate this,
but nothing else. Okay?

I just want to put this year behind
me, celebrate by not celebrating.

Nobody at the office even
knows it's my birthday today.

All right, Kev. We totally get it.

No celebrating. No problem.

It's the last time we talk about it.

- Thank you.
- Both: Bye!

Okay, here's the thing.

I know my brother better
than he knows himself, right?

And when he says, he
doesn't want to celebrate,

- what he really means...
- Yeah.

- No, he doesn't want to.
- Not at all.

- (theme music playing)
-
Because it's all good

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(Audrey clears throat)

Oh. No thanks. I already
had pancakes this morning.

Wow, fancy.

Nope. No, nothing fancy.

Just regular old pancakes
on a regular old day.

I would hardly call it regular.

What? Why? Why not? Why
wouldn't you? You wouldn't? Why?

Because we have to redo the sales packet

for the Hemet Women's Correctional Center.

Apparently, some of the
nutritional values were off.

Oh, man. That was so much work.

But, you know, nice to see that the only

grams those ladies are
counting now are sugar.

- (both laugh)
- (phone ringing)

Superior Foods and Beverages.
Kevin Daily speaking.

Kevin, Rutgar's not
good. I'm at the hospital.

It might be the end... (coos)
but him's a tough soldier.

Julia, it's Audrey. I'm so sorry.

Oh, I know, it's really tough, sweetie.

He's like a little kitten, a
kitten with incontinence issues.

But I'm not leaving my furbaby's side.

So, Kevin, you're in charge.

I want you to do whatever it takes
to get that sales packet in tonight.

- Me? Perfect.
- What was that?

I can't hear you over
all of Rutgy's moaning.

Oh, I just said... Purrrfect.

Kevin, I need you at your best
today and that joke wasn't it.

- You're right.
- Just be my responsible Kevs.

Clean up any mess and
finish any deal. Okay?

You're my cleaner and
my closer... my double-C.

- Is there anything I can do, Julia?
- Just listen to Kevin,

and just pray that little
R-man pulls through.

But I meant in a leadership role...

You said you'd get me a private!
I want a private room, damn it!

(Rutgar yowls)

Hey, you know, she's just...
she's just going through a lot.

I mean, those kitty moans were pretty bad.

It's fine. She sees you as responsible,

and she wants to give you the
opportunity to be in charge.

I don't begrudge you.

Opportunity? Are you kidding me?

Responsibility is a curse, especially here.

In charge, just means you're a referee...

- (muffled grumbling)
- Guys, guys, guys! Stop fighting!

There is enough for both of you. Okay?

Just... share the schmear.

Constantly solving ridiculous problems...

Turn over your staplers and just
read the name tape on the bottom,

and, uh, see if you have the right one.

- (whimpers)
- Now, please. Let's do it now.

- Putting out fires.
- (alarm beeping)

You underestimate them.

I think they are smart and capable,

it's up to the person
in charge to mold that.

- (scoffs)
- Here.

Maybe this will help inspire you.

Progressive ideas I've
collected on studies,

business journals, think tanks...

- Kevin, there is an emergency!
- What? What is it?

Simon says my herbal lumbar pillow is his.

Oh, this day...

This day will be an endless day in hell.

So with Julia unable to leave
her... relative's side today,

it's up to us to redo the sales
packet by the end of the day.

That means working through lunch.

- (grumbling)
- I'm sorry.

Okay, Ricky, you are on soft drinks.

Simon, you are on chips.
Uh, Garfunkle, you...

(sniffs, sighs)

- Never mind.
- (clears throat)

Whose fault is it we have
to do the sales packet again?

I spent six hours confirming that
there aren't any nuts in the smoothies

and I don't plan on doing it again.

There was some rat hair, though.

Ricky, it's not any one
individual who's at fault. Okay?

We just need you to finish
collecting the beverage data.

Just... don't worry about anything
other than that. Okay? Everybody, good?

Let's do it, people. Good stuff.

Wow, did you ever miss an
opportunity for dialoguing.

But, you know, whatever, you're in charge.

No dialoguing.

Trust me, the more that you give
them, the more that they want.

- They're like squirrels.
- What?

You know, when you feed
them like one nut by hand

'cause you think it'll be fun, but
then they just keep sneaking back...

- You feed squirrels?
- Yeah. No. What? Forget it.

I'm not... I've done it like four
times. I don't know, it's not a thing.

Okay.

(elevator dings)

Patti! What are you
doing here? Out shopping?

Yeah. It was either Rodeo Drive

or this depressing cinder-block building.

(laughs) No. Since my
daddy dates your boss,

he arranged for me to come and
work here to see if I like it.

Who's your daddy?

Our night of passion is long
forgotten. Please move on.

Anyhow, my dad thinks that running a blog

about how your dad is on you to
get a real job isn't a real job.

Julia's actually out right now,
but if you're serious about working,

you know, we could probably use the help.

You can be our Superior
Foods and Beverages intern.

Well, the superior part works.

Okay, where's your kitchen?

I need a snack to recharge after my drive.

I had a very stressful Uber experience.

(blowing)

Ugh.

- Okay, so where are the snacks?
- I'll show you. I'm Ricky.

You look like a high-class dominatrix.

I'm Patti. From this moment forward,
you shall be my work husband.

Accepted.

I'm so glad you heard
Kevin's cry for party help.

I thought I was the only one.

Roxie, if you weren't his
sister, I'd be like damn,

that girl that looks like
him and has same last name,

knows him just as well as I do.

Oh! We need to make room for a dance floor.

- But Kevin hates dancing.
- Oh, you're right.

Let me tell you something. I love it.

- Me too.
- Oh yeah?

We'll see about that.

- (hip-hop music playing)
- How much you like this?

- A lot.
- How much?

- A lot!
- How much?!

- A lot!
- (scatting)

I broke the lamp! Ha! Oh, I broke the lamp.

Oh, it's fine. Just leave it. We'll
blame it on the drunkest guest later.

- Wait, that's going to be me.
- You.

- Let's plan this bitch.
- Let's plan it!

(Patti and Ricky laughing)

Patti: Uh, I thought
this was a food business?

All you guys have to eat are
these multi-grain doorstops.

Patti? Hi. Can I just get
you to look over these papers

from the Hemet Women's Correctional Center?

I need to know the monthly
number of snacks per inmate.

- I'd say it's 25 to life.
- (laughter)

Okay, people.

I know that it's kind of a
drag to have to do this work

since we've already all done it once.

But there's really nothing that
we can do. Okay? So, let's do it.

Mm! Wish you had been this
forceful during our night together.

What happened to leaving that behind us?

You embarrassed me by giving me
work and expecting me to do it.

So I retaliated with
that mild emasculation.

- (sing-songy) Ricky?
- Yes, my queen.

Patti: Come with me.

Audrey: You'll get more
out of your employees

if you make them feel like their
contributions mold the company.

Hmm. Patti's only contribution
is just being a roving stand-up,

which really isn't molding anything,
you know, especially with that material.

It's mostly hacky observational
stuff, but it just seems to kill.

(phone ringing)

Hello? Mrs. Swane.

What? Slow down.

No, no, no. Nope. Nope,
don't call the police.

I'm... I'll come home right now,

and I'll just take care of everything.

I'll see you soon. Thank you.

Well, I've got to go. There's a
problem in my apartment, of course.

'Cause it's not enough that I'm
dealing with all of the problems here.

Okay.

But, hey, you wanted
to be in charge. Right?

- So, you got it, sister.
- Really?

I'm gonna be back as
soon as I possibly can.

Yep. Take your time. My
binder and I got it covered.

Garfunkle: Give me it!

Already coming in handy.

Okay everyone.

Everyone? Eyes up here.

- (grumbling)
- Thank you.

I've noticed a lot of grumble
related to today's redo,

and while Kevin had a "shut
up and do it" attitude,

I think you will all be relieved
to know that I have a "speak up

"and do it if it feels
right for you" attitude.

What are you talking about?

And have you done anything
about Herbal Pillowgate?

Not just yet. Right now we're doing this.

- It's a game.
- Hope it's not Pictionary.

I can't draw. I have two left hands.

No, no. It's not Pictionary.

It is a game that increases productivity

and positive work-related feelings.

- Are there prizes?
- Oh yes!

Whoever answers the questions
will get office bucks,

which you can trade in for fun
opportunities right here at work.

Uh, is there real money?

No. For example, ten office bucks

equals one lunch unit, and
if you get five lunch units,

you get to dine in the conference room!

Let's start with an easy one.

What's my strongest skill?

Ricky, what about you?

I'd say my strongest skill is

not showing how angry I am right now.

Okay. Anger is an emotion
that once processed,

you'll fully understand
what's really bothering you.

You and Kevin... for making
us do the work we already did.

But now that he's gone, just... you.

Ow. I'm sorry, I thought this was America,

where I can defend myself in
the moment, if wrongly accused

to the police officer doing
that wrongful accusing,

even if it means using an
endless stream of curse words.

Isn't that right, Kevin? Tell him.

No.

Well, she gets a phone
call, I know that much.

She would just call me and I'm here.

Brian: Here, let me see the cuffs.

So, I see that you're from
the, uh, the 94th precinct.

My company, Superior Foods and Beverages,

we always stock the stuff that goes in
your vending machines at that station.

Yeah. What about it?

Well, how are those "Fit & Slim
Choices" working out for you.

What are you trying to say?

I don't know. Nothing. I mean...

Well, I do miss my Fire Hot Crunch-eez.

Of course you do. A man
wants what a man wants.

I could probably get those
things put back in there for you.

(whispers) Like a tiger. Like a tiger.

Here's the thing, though.
My buddy and my sister,

they were just trying to
surprise me on my birthday

and they got a little out of control.

I apologize. You know
the truth is... (sighs)

I didn't even really want to
celebrate this year, you know.

Yeah, I get it.

Forty was tough on me too.

I'm not...

Yeah, it's been rough.

- (Roxie giggling)
- Okay.

It looks like the problem is contained now.

Okay! Thank you!

Oh. Can you write down your e-mail

in case I want to sue you for brutality?

I have an entire cocktail over here

I haven't been able to enjoy
because of all this nonsense.

Okay! Thank you so much. And, hey, uh,

be on the lookout for
those Fire Hot Crunch-eez.

All right.

- Mm!
- That was frickin' awesome, Kev.

That was like "The Wire"
but with snacks.

- Who wants mojitos?
- Oh, those are bad for you.

- And I'm going back to work.
- Brian: You want one, Kev.

- Hey, girl.
- Hey!

So, Patti, how are you feeling?

You getting the hang of it here?

Okay, Audrey, you're my
friend, so I have to tell you.

Everyone's making fun of you.

Who?

Um...

- And that walk of hers...
- (laughter)

Am I right?

I don't know. You know I'm still
learning people's names here.

Well, it's probably because they're
just not used to having someone in charge

who's so approachable and... and caring.

No, that's not it.

They're all going mad,
stuck in their cages.

Everyone feels like veal, veal that
has to talk about their feelings.

Okay. That is excellent feedback.

Thank you.

Hey, hey. Ricky. Ladies.

Okay, everybody, we are inching
our way toward that finish line.

I don't know how I'm feeling!

And that's okay, Simon, because
we're not going to talk about that.

In fact, we're not going
to be talking at all.

We are going to take a walk.

A little good old-fashioned exercise
to boost circulation and brain power.

Let's go. (chuckles)

Three brisks laps around the
building. What do you say?

Go! Skedaddle!

That's great, guys.

Are you gonna keep me company?

I'm with you, sister.

(elevator dings)

(sighs)

(cell phones ringing, buzzing)

_

(scoffs) Please.

I don't know about you, peeps,
but all I see are the words

"drive," "home," and "walk out."

- Who's with me?
- (laughter)

Patti: Halt! Halt! Halt!

(laughs) Hey.

You guys ever seen Audrey try
and push an elevator button?

(loud laughter)

(clock ticking)

(phones ringing)

Audrey? Where is everybody?

Oh... gone. All of them.

And, Kevin, I don't
think they're coming back.

(voice echoing) Coming back, coming back.

We need them to come back.

Nobody's handed in their numbers
for the new packet yet. Where are they?

Boosting their brain power. I let them
take a walk. It was an idea from my binder.

Oh my God! That's like asking
a group of toddlers to wait

on the end of the pier while you
go get another drink at the bar!

But you probably knew that
from your babysitting binder.

You leave my binder out of this.

- (phone ringing)
- Sure thing.

- (groans)
- (phone beeps)

- Hi, Julia. How's our boy?
- Julia: Kevin...

Rutgar turned a corner, a big one.

Tubes have been removed and the
color's returned to his whiskers.

Fantastic!

Listen, we're on our way home,

but I'm gonna stop off at the office first

to sign off on the sales packet,

so we can get it in
tonight, all right?

Terrific! They're so
ready to be gotten in.

Terrific.

(toy squeaking)

(gasps)

Oh, Rutgar! Look, my darling, a clown.

- (groans)
- (sighs)

(thumping)

Sorry, Kevin.

I just thought this was an opportunity

to use some new techniques.

They just want to put their heads down

and get through the day.
And can you blame them?

I mean, that's all I wanted to do today.

Why? What's today?

Nothing.

Oh, this is bad.

I know this is my fault,

but I could really use a cleaner
and closer right about now.

Please, Kevin.

(dramatic music playing)

(birds chirping)

Kevin: Audrey,

I'd hope not to reveal
this information to you,

as it's been a pretty rough year.

I remember.

I was going to go to Italy, but I did not.

I said I remember.

And then, I embarrassed myself with you...

and I've been struggling
with that ever since.

I felt as though I had
nothing to celebrate,

and so I was determined
to conceal the secret...

until now.

Kevin, what is it?

Julia will be here any
minute with her puss.

There is one thing that
can save you, Audrey.

For today...

Today is my birthday.

It's your birthday?

We must give them birthday cake.

Mm.

The after-party...

is definitely as amazing
as the party planning.

- Mm-hmm.
- We're good.

So good.

It's too bad we didn't get
to the party-party part.

Mm-hmm.

We should probably stop eating this.

-
I got that good stuff

- Cake.
- There's cake.

- Cake. We're gonna go.
- There's cake.

- Cake.
- There... there's cake.

Cake!

Ooh!

Should we finish at the office?

You betcha.

(gasps) Cake!

No.

(gasps) Chocolate?
_

Close me out.

Chocolate cake!

- (tires screech)
- Excuse me!

- Cake!
- (cars honking)

Excuse you. I have to go get me some cake!

- (tires screech)
- Man: Hey! Watch it!

I've got to get back to work, you dillweed!

Hey, I, uh, saved you the E.

- Ooh.
- Kyle snagged the K, sorry.

Well, you know, he...
He was lured all the way

back from whale watching, so
he deserves a special treat.

- True.
- Employees: Hey!

Kevin: Welcome back, Julia!

Kevin: And, Rutgar, look at you!

(chuckles) Thanks for
minding the store, Kevs.

I almost lost him to the angels this time.

I am so happy he's okay

- and I missed you! Muah.
- Muah. Muah.

Oh, did you enjoy working here, doll?

Well, I enjoyed it when I was outdoors

- when I was supposed to be working.
- (laughs)

That's okay. I see you somewhere else

doing something more creative anyway.

Yes, Fake Mom.

- (laughs)
- (Kevin laughs)

Hey, boy. Who wants some?

He's diabetic, you dunce!

Mmm. Mmm!

All right, everyone! Choke down the rest

of your cake and get back to work!

- Kev?
- Hm?

Drop off that sales packet
when it's ready to sign, okay?

- Kevin: Will do!
- Out of my way, chubs.

(mutters) I can't help it.

Looks like your reign of terror
has come to a merciful end

now that our queen and
her little prince are back.

Long live Julia and Rutgar!

- Hear! Hear!
- (employees cheer)

But between you and me, I
don't think that cat's got

a shot in hell of making
it through the weekend.

(giggles)

(laughs)

So...

why didn't you want anyone
to know about your birthday?

Oh, I don't know.

Um... I guess I just didn't...

want anybody to feel sorry for me.

It's... it's been a rough year.

I'm sorry it's been a disappointment...

in lots of ways.

But it's all over now, right?

It's a new year and...

this isn't the worst
way to start it, is it?

No, it's not so bad.

Happy birthday, Kevin.

(clears throat)

No, don't. You can, um...

feed your squirrels... with it.

(giggles)

- Never gonna live that down, huh?
- Audrey: Nope!

I like squirrels.

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