All language subtitles for The Village S1E4

Previously on "The Village"...

The cancer's back.

I don't want people to know.

I'm gonna take care of you, Gabe-y.

How about we take care of each other.

You're coming home.

Momma.

We need to discuss where
Sami goes if you're deported.

- Jagger.
- Yeah, hold on.

I'm pregnant.

You told his mother?

I was standing up for you, Katie.

That's what a mother does.

Where do you think I'd be

if you'd given me up for adoption?

I think you'd be loved somewhere.

You're Cooper's wife.

- Yeah, he's dead.
- Yeah, because of me.

I like your hat.

I know, it might save my hair.

Makes me feel like a fool.

Then we'll be fools together.

Here we go.

Yeah.

Here we go.

- Hey.
- Nice!

_

I'm still your case worker,

I just took a little vacation.

Well, I'll call unemployment myself.

Yes.

You too.

What the hell is that?

A celebration for finishing
your first round of chemo.

The day I include kale in
my celebrations,

I'm throwing in the towel.

It's a good one.

Mmm, mm-hmm.

Yuck.

Hand it over.

- Oh.
- Oh.

- Damn it.
- I got it, I got it.

My fingers are numb.

I know, look, baby, it... it's fine.

Go on and sit down.

I've been sitting for two
months, I'm tired of sitting.

The doctor says that you'll
start feeling better soon.

Well, soon ain't soon enough.

- Patricia...
- I'll be back.

Porca Miseria,

my Gabe-y's trying to work here.

Pops, you're louder than them.

Who the hell moved in up there,

a family of pachyderms?

Looks like they set a court date

for about a month from now.

I think, and again, I'm not
really a lawyer yet,

but seems like your best
case... our best case might be

to argue that Sami,
who is an American citizen,

would suffer undue hardship
if you were deported.

That's not the case, that's the truth.

I know that, but if there's
family willing to take him,

I'm thinking it's harder
to make that argument.

That's it, I'm coming up there.

Sami's father has a drinking problem.

He has no custody, just

supervised visits once a month.

And your former in-laws?

If they are willing to
financially provide,

that hurts my case?

I don't really know how much
the court digs in,

but, I mean, yeah.

Okay, I will talk to them.

Thanks so much, Gabe.

Thanks, man.

Good morning.

How are you feeling?

Oh, I'm fine.

Everything good?

No complaints.

Yes, well, I don't believe that,

but I like this...

So I'm gonna leave it alone.

Just the man I'm looking for.

Patricia, ask and it's yours.

I understand that you have
a side business.

Ron's having trouble with his plumbing?

Uh, no, no, no.

Ron's... Ron's pipes are fine.

I was thinking about something
a little more...

Herbal.

Hmm.

I'm a Reiki masseuse
and Ken is a practitioner of

plant-based medicine.

We brought you some rooibos leaf.

- You make a tea from it.
- Tones the uterus.

Thank you.

It was our hope that our "gift mother"

might be willing to pump.

- What?
- Milk.

We'd pay for all the supplies,

supplements, placenta pills.

I'm sorry, what was that last one?

Placenta?

It increases milk production,
regulates hormones.

- If you...
- Eat it.

Okay, um, this was great,

but I have to go to school,
so, thank you.

Katie.

I'm sorry. This... this is not easy.

Honey, if you've changed
your mind about adoption,

we shouldn't put people through this.

They weren't right.

Neither were the last four.

Placenta smoothie?

It is a thing.

Called cannibalism.

I'm not saying they were the ones.

I'm saying that if you don't
really want this,

we need to be honest about
what that means.

Well, that doesn't sound like fun.

It means you can't go to art school.

Because I'm a mother?

- Wow.
- Katie...

1950 called, they want
their stigma back.

Yeah?

Well, 2019 needs to back up
the Brinks truck,

because we don't have money
to throw at this.

You don't even have a job.

If you want this baby, we need a plan.

You can do both, okay?

It's just how and how much
you can commit.

Nursing school took me
seven years... at night

with Patricia watching you for free.

I've been looking for a job.

Nursing home's hiring...

Part time.

I just need to know what dream
to support, Katie.

I'll keep you posted.

Nick! Nick.

There was a drip.

Radiator.

They're old.

Nicky, what's going on?

Sarah?

He'll be fine, I got it.

I didn't mean to scare you.

- It's okay.
- Usual.

Thanks.

Come on.

Does this happen often?

You've been dating a couple of months.

I've caught it a few times,

not to this extent.

Have you suggested therapy?

They don't really take advice
from someone

who hasn't been there.

Doesn't mean you don't try, right?

War changes these men, Sarah.

I've known Nick for years,
and he's a good man.

But the boy that you see
when you look at him,

he didn't make it out alive.

Nick told you about us?

We don't keep secrets.

It was nothing.

Okay. You good now?

Yeah.

I'd ask how you're doing,
but I know from Rosemary

there's no good answer.

You say, "good," it's a lie.

You say, "bad," you end up
comforting them.

Rosemary used to say, "You first."

Conversation rarely came back around.

I remember.

Half the time I'd be the one

going on and on about myself.

She loved you.

I've been thinking a lot
about her lately.

I just...

wish I'd known then
how terrified she was.

It wasn't fair.

You know what Rosemary loved?

A good fight.

Mmm.

She certainly gave cancer that.

There she is.

Patricia, this is Gladys.

We call her The Cook.

It's cash only.

It would be helpful to say
that I'm Sami's only

possible means of support.

We support him too, we always have.

Of course you do, Shirin joon,

but surely you believe it would be best

if we're all here for him.

What are you asking?

I was thinking that if maybe

you could sign some statement

that...

is indicating that you
are unable or unwilling

to be Sami's sole provider...

We are his grandparents.

And you always will be,

but this is just a piece of paper.

It's our signature and it's a lie.

Not completely, you are
older, you have a fixed income.

It wouldn't be easy.

Please.

Who's this man?

A boyfriend? Is this his idea?

This piece of paper that gives
up our rights to our grandson?

No.

First you take Sami from his father...

- I took him from his father?
- Abbas, please.

I loved your son
and I believe he's a good man.

But make no mistakes,
his drinking drove us away.

You blame me and shame me and still,

I bring your grandson to you.

I tell him you are a good person.

Don't make me a liar.

Save your grandson the pain
of losing his mother.

Your paperwork was full of lies.

And you expect us to do the same?

I will be the example for my grandson

that you have failed to be...

With honesty and by obeying the law.

And if you're sent away,
we will provide for Sami.

Come, Shirin.

Shirin.

Say hello to your grandmother.

Sarah?

I'm gonna be the 35-year old
grandmother

of a 17-year old's screaming newborn.

Cookie?

That was a really good cookie.

Mmm, our compliments to The Cook.

I'll pass them along when I land.

How's our girl doing?

Burned down another set of
adoptive parents.

Oh, of course she did.

She's looking for parents she'd want.

Apparently she has high standards.

It's because she set the bar at you.

How many hands do you have?

Okay, so here's what we're gonna do.

We are gonna go get
our drink on tonight.

- Patricia...
- Uh-uh,

I have cancer and I say

we are having ladies' night.

Somebody call New York's finest?

- Me.
- Narc.

These two are gonna need a ride home.

Yeah.

And I'm guessing,

I shouldn't ask too many questions.

I was actually hoping
to ask a second favor too.

This one's a little harder.

Gabe, hey.

Um, you need to read this.

Are we talking?

- Not by choice.
- What is it?

Someone with a false accusation

looking to make a buck.

Your dad wants us to politely
show them the door.

Should be right in your wheelhouse.

Miss Lopez, if the city is
permitting these evictions,

your issue is with them,
not our client.

Right, because a fat cat
developer would never pay off

the city to grease the wheels.

We respect how hard you've
been working for your clients,

and we can empathize with them.

Yeah? What neighborhood are you from?

I'm from Connecticut,

where a lot of people defaulted
on their home loans.

No, no, no. My clients didn't default

on McMansions,

they're being evicted from
rent-controlled apartments.

Mr. Rubenstein is
a respected developer.

"Stine."

Your client's name is Rubenstine.

You don't have clients.

We're on the team.

You're interns.

Well, they sent the interns.

Please don't go, we've been
fully briefed on the case.

We'd love to put your concerns to rest.

Ms. Lopez. Ms. Lopez, please.

When did you get this file,
this morning?

Do you even know what the hell
I'm talking about?

I know our firm wouldn't facilitate

what you are suggesting.

Either you're lying or you've
been kept out of the loop.

Either way, you should probably
ask yourself why.

Which one do you think it is?

Why are you in law school?

Is it the ski trips, the fancy suits?

My dad's a lawyer.

Well, that's an excuse,
it's not a reason.

Look, people become lawyers
to get justice or to get paid.

So, if money doesn't matter
to you or if people do,

here's my card.

Katie?

- I've been texting.
- I've been pregnant.

How do you, like, feel?

What? I'm trying to be cool.

That ship sailed with the fake name.

My mom's asking what your plan is.

Seduce Ryan Gosling,
go live on an island.

You know what I mean, like,
the adoption and stuff.

Tell your mom when I figure it out,

she'll be my first call.

How much longer are
you planning to hid it?

Forever.

Turns out people think I'm just
a melon on two tendrils.

Sylvia Plath?

- No?
- Katie...

I'm not gonna tell people it's yours.

- Okay?
- Why?

'Cause being pregnant isn't
a great look,

but you not giving a damn is worse.

Wait.

I thought you should see this.

Someone set your heart on fire.

Hey.

Get your fancy leg on,
you're getting your ass kicked.

I'm not sure it's the best day.

Mmm, not sure I asked.

I'll spot you five points.

Well, you know you're gonna need 'em.

Five minutes.

Heard you're remodeling the bathroom.

Yeah? Where'd you hear that?

Old building, thin walls.

You hear anything else?

That you might need someone to talk to.

You're holding your cup up
for the wrong door.

If people in the building
minded their business,

I probably wouldn't be here.

Man, whatever you're going through,

I'm glad you're okay.

But all due respect,
New York is not Afghanistan.

- I lost men.
- I lost a boy.

Mine.

He was almost two.

Car seats face backwards
until the kid's 30 pounds,

but they say you should keep
'em that way till at least two.

I insisted.

He stopped breathing sometime
before we got upstate.

Congenital heart defect, they said.

My wife never forgave me,

and I get it.

If he had been facing us,

might have had a chance to save him.

I'm sorry.

So was I.

Lost my wife, drank myself stupid.

Only went to get help when
I almost lost

the one thing I had left...

my badge.

What'd you do?

Stopped running away.

Uh... this is new for me.

Something about leaving
Afghanistan, I guess.

Or getting blown up.

Mostly things just spook me.

Door slams, light bulb pops.

And a couple times I heard a drip,

suddenly I'm covered in ash
and I can't breathe.

Do you know where you are?

Ambush, I assume.

Well, just keep talking,
it'll come to you.

Then it's just a matter of
getting right with it.

You make it sound easy.

Then I misspoke.

And Ben...

Who sent you?

Sarah.

If she asks,

I gave you name, rank,
and serial number.

Where do you put them all?

Sambuca stretches the stomach.

Hell of a combination.

Give me a heads up if
you're gonna need last rites.

When your Nonna died,

she said, "Don't visit me at
the cemetery..."

"I'll be at Veniero's."

She was enabling
your cannoli addiction.

Always with the phone.

I'm gonna write this legal aid lawyer,

see if she'll help with Ava.

What the hell is wrong with you?

- What?
- A Napolitano needs a favor,

they ask eye-to-eye.

Just go find her,
like a complete stalker?

That's a terrible idea.

At least it would show
you're desperate.

Waiter.

Hey, when did you get home?

While you were in the shower.

You look nice.

You too.

Um, I told Patricia I'd go
out with her,

but if you'd rather...

Amber, Elliot, and I are
going to a gallery,

- Fort Greene.
- Text me the address.

Yeah.

Um, I applied online,

for the nursing home.

Maybe you can put in a word.

I will.

Katie...

Have a good night.

You too.

Is it still a ladies' night
if I send a bodyguard?

Wow, baby, you look beautiful.

- Mmm.
- Thank you.

Hey, I know this great little place,

history, charm...

Smalls?

Honey, this is meant to be
life-affirming.

That's funny.

The place is coming back, you'll see.

I got big dreams.

And I love you for them.

And for not spraying me down with Lysol

on my way out the door.

Yeah, well, don't think it
didn't occur to me.

Hmm.

I'll be back.

You two have fun.

♪ I need a hero ♪

- Live music.
- Live Band Karaoke Night.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

Come on, now. Embrace your inner diva.

Yeah, I don't have one of those.

Seriously, Patricia, I don't sing.

And that's what tequila is for.

Two shots you can't reach
without a ladder.

Life-affirming, get on board.

Put them on my tab, sweetheart.

Oh, you don't have to do that.

And you don't have to call
her sweetheart either.

I'm taking a mentor out too.

I'm about to be a grandmother.

But you should keep it on
his tab anyway.

To Patricia Davis.

No, no, no, don't do that.

For teaching my daughter
what a fighter looks like.

You keep that up,
we're gonna need the bottle.

You want me to put that on his tab?

Sister, we are gonna get along.

Mmm.

- Ooh.
- Ah.

Okay.

♪ I'm holding out for a hero... ♪

Intense, isn't it?

Liam's a genius.

He set my heart on fire.

Join the club.

No, like, that is literally

my art burning on the wall.

Is he here?

- Where do you get off?
- Excuse me?

You stole my heart.

- What is she talking about?
- I've never seen her before.

I'm talking about
your husband's an art thief.

I believe you're looking for me.

Liam Kelly, art thief.

Hamid.

Let me in.

- You've been drinking.
- I want to see my son.

Sami's asleep, you shouldn't be here.

You asked my parents to sign
away their rights?

Only to say caring for him
would be a hardship.

You know how much they love him.

I'm not taking him from them.

This boyfriend,
is he inside with my son?

That's none of your business.

- Who is he?
- The guy behind you.

- Is there a problem?
- I will handle this, please.

This is your idea, huh?

You take my son away from
his grandparents?

I think she asked you to leave.

Ben, he's not himself.

You're in trouble with the law,

so you whored yourself to a cop.

- All right, all right, all right.
- Get him out of here now.

Come on, let's go.

Come on.

Call the police, I'm pressing charges.

Hamid, please. Don't call the police.

You don't tell me what to do.

He's a good man, he made a mistake.

He's violent and won't have
him around our son.

This is how you want to have
a say in Sami's life?

Coming to my door, making demands,

calling me a whore?

You're better than this, Hamid.

You want my blessing?

No, I want you to act like
the man I loved,

to pull yourself together for your son,

and to put the phone away.

I want to see Sami more than
once a month.

Twice.

Unsupervised.

Not until you're six months sober,

that's what the court said.

911, what's your emergency?

911, what's your emergency?

Thank you.

Here you go.

On the house.

I think I just flirted with
a bartender.

And you are tired, let's go home.

Mm-mmm.

Look at you,

weight of the world.

I'm okay.

Everybody hears "cancer"
and they think that it's rude

to talk about their own problems.

But the truth of it is,

you needing me...

That's life-affirming.

I'm overwhelmed.

Then maybe it's time to
call in the cavalry.

I'm told he lives upstairs.

You know Nick is Katie's father?

Ron was prowling around
and he heard something.

Girl, I have been waiting
for you to cough this up

for two months.

It's been eating me alive.

And don't think tonight,

was not about getting you drunk enough

for the sordid details.

Are you gonna tell her soon?

Yeah.

And she's gonna hate me.

For a beat.

And then she won't.

And then there will be the two of you.

I guess I'm scared of that too.

Because?

Oh, boy.

We're back.

Next up,

Sarah Campbell.

Come on up here, Sarah.

- You didn't.
- I might have.

Sarah. Whoo-hoo!

- Oh, yeah!
- Whoo.

Oh, yeah.

♪ Want you to come on ♪

♪ come on, come on ♪

♪ Come on and take it ♪

♪ Take another little piece ♪

♪ of my heart now baby ♪

♪ Break it ♪

♪ Break another little piece ♪

♪ of my heart now baby ♪

♪ Break it ♪

♪ Have another little piece ♪

♪ of my heart now baby ♪

♪ Well, you know you got it ♪

♪ if it makes you feel good ♪

Your art is literally about
destroying my art.

Yes.

Which you stole and now
you're making money off of.

Also, yes.

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

First of all, I just want to
point out you're provoked.

Which, artistically speaking,
is a point in my favor.

Oh.

I didn't steal it.

It was in the rubbish heap
about to be incinerated.

My art was documenting
the inevitable demise

of your art.

Which I wouldn't have done if
your art wasn't good.

Beautiful, in fact.

Here, have a go.

You want me to sign your art?

Well, it's not exactly my art
or your art anymore, is it?

It's our art.

The story, continued.

Hope I didn't devalue it.

It's too late, already sold.

You, madam, are $300 richer.

- You're serious?
- I am.

On one condition.

Show me what else you've done.

Excuse me, do you mind if I sit?

I'm waiting for my ride.

Oh, it'd be my pleasure.

Enzo Napolitano.

A Napolitano?

What do you know?
My people are from Naples too.

No.

Well, my grandparents.

I'm from East Harlem.

I'm from East Harlem.

And we've never met.

All these years,
crisscrossing the same city

Well, maybe we did,
some subway car in the 70s,

our eyes locked.

And then boom,
off we went on our own way.

I doubt it.

Handsome Napolitano like you,
I'd remember.

Have you tried the cannoli?

I'm gonna go.

You good?

Yeah.

Good.

I'll call you in the morning.

Swoon.

Hmm.

♪ Never knew how much I loved you ♪

♪ Never knew how much I cared ♪

♪ When you put your arms around me ♪

♪ I get a feeling ♪

♪ that's so hard to bear ♪

♪ You give me fever ♪

♪ When you kiss me ♪

♪ Fever when you hold me tight ♪

♪ Fever ♪

♪ In the morning ♪

♪ Fever all through the night ♪

♪ Sun lights up the daytime ♪

♪ Moon lights up the night ♪

♪ I light up when you call me... ♪

Hey.

Did you sing our song tonight?

Hmm?

You know I don't sing
that song for anyone but you.

You remember where we were
the first time we heard it?

I remember what we were doing.

Ah, the stars out...

The wind rustling the trees.

Mmm, all those lit windows,

the lives behind them.

I'm gonna stop chemo.

Ava.

I love you.

I'm in love with you.

But if you ever do something
like that again, it's over.

Understood.

Ava, I'm... I'm so sorry.

Sofia.

What the hell are you doing here?

I was gonna text...

But you decided to stalk?

How did you find me?

You gave me your card.

Which doesn't have my home address.

You know why? Because stalkers.

Are you gonna finish all my sentences?

You have ten seconds before I mace you.

- Spill it, Brockovich.
- Spill?

That your lame-wad firm is
screwing my clients.

Oh, no, I'm here about my case.

- Your case?
- Yeah, I took this pro-bono thing.

It's my neighbor, which is complicated,

because I'm not technically
a lawyer yet.

- But she's Iranian...
- Oh,

please tell me you're
not trying to pawn off

your brown person case.

- No, no, no...
- Good-bye,

soulless corporate white guy.

Screw me, okay? Fine.

This isn't about me.

It's about a woman who might be
deported to Iran.

It's about the little boy
she'd have to leave behind.

I'm not asking you to take the case,

I'm just asking you to help me.

Please, I can't mess this up.

- It was good.
- Only good?

I make 'em better.

Cocoa powder or cinnamon?

Both.

Olive oil instead of butter.

Sacrilege.

Well, it certainly tastes like a sin.

Oh, my goodness.

It's for me.

It's raining out.
I'll get you an umbrella.

I don't mind a little rain.

Wait, wait, I didn't get your name.

Library book.

I'll find you, mia bella.

Don't get me wrong,
I love where I come from,

but I had this gut feeling
I could do something.

So you just came to New York at 18?

And you got your first show at 19?

It was a group show,

and I got lucky.

I landscape terrace gardens,

one of the clients happens
to have connections.

Right place, right time.

I've got a knack for that.

So you're a student?

- Yeah.
- At?

Brooklyn School of Visual Design.

Please tell me it's your first year.

Why?

Because then you still have
time to leave.

Art school is for anxious parents

who can't imagine a degree-less child.

But then how do you learn?

Future teachers learn.

Artists struggle and output

what that struggle inspires them to.

Hmm.

This is it.

It's lovely.

Can I set it on fire?

I'm kidding, I'm kidding.

I think you're lovely too.

All right, come on, it's my turn.

Go make your wish.

The story, continued.

Nick?

Nick, Nick.

Look at me, it's me.

I was on the fire escape.

You're here now.

It's gonna be okay.

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