All language subtitles for The Carmichael Show s03e06_English

The Carmichael Show

is taped in
front of a live studio audience.

♪ On the outside
always looking in ♪

♪ Will I ever be
more than I've always been? ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm tap, tap,
tapping on the glass ♪

♪ I'm waving through a window ♪

♪ I try to sleep,
but nobody can hear ♪

♪ So I wait around
for an answer to appear ♪

♪ While I'm watch, watch,
watching people pass ♪

♪ I'm waving through a window ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ We start with stars ♪

♪ In our eyes... ♪
Oh, I didn't realize
you weren't done.

♪ We start believing
that we belong ♪

♪ But every sun doesn't rise ♪

♪ And no one tells you
where you went wrong ♪

♪ On the outside,
always looking in ♪

♪ Will I ever be more
than I've always been? ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm... ♪

(humming)

♪ I'm waving through a window. ♪

Mwah.

How was the mall?

There was a mass shooting.

Three people are dead.

Wait, what? Oh, my God, Jerrod.

No, no, no,
don't freak out, Maxine.

Let's go back to singing.
I like that "tap, tap, tap."

No, Jerrod, stop, stop.

Wait, three people are dead?

Actually, four,
they got the shooter, too.

♪ Waving through a window ♪

♪ Oh! ♪

♪ ♪

Oh, my God,
you were in a mall shooting?

Wh‐What happened?
Are you okay? Wha...

Maxine, let's not make
a big deal about this, okay?

This is an extremely big deal.

No, no, these things happen,
okay?

Unfortunately,
this is the society we live in.

Some places
are just shoot‐up‐able.

"Shoot‐up‐able"? Jerrod,
I don't want to hear you explain

any of your stupid theories
right now.

See, a shoot‐up‐able place

is one that makes
you feel nervous.

You ever been somewhere with a
large crowd and little security

and you had this feeling
in the pit of your stomach

that something
could go down at any moment?

You know, like,
at the airport or, like,

a train station,
or, like, a concert,

or, or, maybe, like, the quad
of a liberal arts college.

It's the reason

you and I never go to the movies
at 8:00 p. m. on a Friday night.

Like, I will go to the movies
at 11:00 a. m. Monday morning

when it's safe.

(door opens)

Oh, my God, Jerrod, you alive.

Oh, my God.

Yes!
Yeah.

Oh, you're alive
'cause you lived.

Oh, my God,
you could've been dead.

But you're not,
because you are alive.

Yeah, yeah.

Come on, man, hug me back.

No, Bobby, how did you even
know I was at the mall?

Look, Jesus from PacSun told me.

I don't know who that is.

Remember Jesus that used
to work at Dunkin' Donuts?

Yeah.
Well, he work at PacSun now.

Oh.

Jerrod, come sit down.
Are you okay?

I don't need to
sit down, Maxine.

Well, look, I got to sit down.

(sighs)

Do you know how scary it is

to get a text that
say your baby brother

is caught in a mall shooting?

Probably not as scary as being
caught in that mall shooting.

I don't think so. Those
bullets missed you,

but that text message went
straight through my heart.

I can't believe this is real.
Jerrod, tell me what happened.

Uh, I heard gunshots,
I hid behind a kiosk,

and other people
started running and I ran, too.

I know it sounds scary,
but I'm fine, I'm safe.

God, this is crazy.

Okay, well, let me,
let me take care of you.

You need to relax,
I will make you some ginger tea

and then we can,
we can talk all about it.

Maxine, you don't have to make
me any tea.

And really,
there's nothing to talk about.

I've already told you
everything.

Well, I'll take some tea,
Maxine.

I got a lot to talk about.

(sighs)

Look, Jerrod, I know
I don't express myself often.

You do nothing
but express yourself.

Well, I'm about to do it
even more right now, okay?

You mean everything to me,
brother.

No, no, hey, look at me.

Look in my eyes.

All right.
Be in this moment.

All right.

Everything.

Bobby, you're making being alive
less enjoyable.

Look, man, when I got the news,
I was really nervous.

Shoot.

I took three Vicodin.

Bobby, where are you getting
this Vicodin?

Okay, let's not get
overly dramatic.

CYNTHIA: My baby!
Oh, my God.

(shouting)

The Angel of Death
tried to take my son,

but my God said "Not today"!

Your life was spared.

Oh, the blessings of Abraham
are upon you.

Ma, Ma.

Oh. Your father called and said,
"Our son is at the mall.

There's been a shooting."

But he started cutting out

before he could tell me
which son.

Then my mind started playing
Sophie's Choice.

And I said to myself,

I said, "Lord, if I've got
to lose one of my sons,

please, let it be..." Oh!

Bobby.

I didn't see you
standing there.

Wait, Mama,
can you finish that sentence?

JERROD:
But, Ma,

don't worry, I'm fine.

No, no, you are not.

But you will be,
because I'm here.

I mean, in a time of distress,
a mother is a son's Red Cross.

And I got you your
favorite snacks: Dunk‐a‐Roos

and Strawberry Nesquik.

Ma, these are great,

if I were in a mass shooting
in the fifth grade.

Now, look, I appreciate
everyone's overreaction here,

but you guys can go, I'm fine.

How dare you almost run out
there and get yourself killed.

Come here, boy.
Okay, Dad,

All right.

Do you have any idea

how hard life can be
for a grieving parent?

We'd have to light candles,

dedicate ourselves
to anti‐gun causes,

start a foundation, speak
to community leaders,

try and get a
Jerrod law passed.

You almost ruined our lives.

Just thinking about living
the rest of my life

without my one and only...

Oh, hey, Bobby.

I didn't see you
standing there.

How are y'all not seeing me?

Is it the camouflage?

Here you go, Jerrod,
there's your Nesquik.

Thanks, Ma.

Can I have some?

I'm sorry,

what mass shooting were you in?

All right, Jerrod.

I'm gonna draw you
a nice, warm bath.

Uh, Maxine, where y'all keep
y'all Epsom salts?

Yeah, you're not gonna bathe
your adult son in my apartment.

Oh. Eh.

Jerrod what were you
thinking, going to a mall

at 2:30 on a Saturday
like some damn hero?

You know good and well
that's ISIS happy hour.

But Joe, Joe, you don't
know who did this.

Oh, come on, Maxine.

You know there's
only three options

for any random mass shooting.

ISIS, racist white,

Asian pushed to the
brink by his tiger mom.

That's why I didn't
push you boys in school.

A "D" is still
a passing grade.

But, but see, he
should've known better.

Wait, are you really
blaming Jerrod

for just going to the mall?

Well, who we supposed to blame?
The shooter?

The NRA?

The Republicans for blocking
sensible gun legislation

time and time again?

Those all sound
like valid places

to start placing blame.

Oh, pishposh, Maxine.

Jerrod rolled the dice and he
almost got himself massacred.

Okay.

It was just
a random thing.

Let's not put any more
onto this.

Yeah, hold up for a second.

Something just came to me.

I texted Jerrod yesterday
to see if he wanted to hang out.

He never texted me back.

But what if he did?

I would've been
at that mall, too.

That's crazy, right?
I could have been dead.

Bobby, that's not that crazy.
I rarely text you back.

But what if you did?

Well, he's got
a point now.

If Jerrod would have
thought you'd have been

more fun to hang out
with, you could be dead.

You're right, Bobby,
that's scary.

Go ahead,
make yourself some Nesquik.

JERROD:
Oh, no, no. Don't.

Don't encourage him
to be the victim.

You know, for every person
who actually

experiences a tragedy,
he's got seven distant cousins

trying to make it
about them on Facebook.

Hey, Bobby, I understand
what you're going through,

but we need to remember
that Jerrod is the victim here.

No, no, no, no.
I am not a victim.

In fact, I'm the
opposite of a victim.

I'm a guy who was lucky
enough to make it out.

No, Jerrod, there's nothing
wrong with accepting the fact

that you might
be a victim.

It is the first step in
processing what happened

and accepting that
you might need some help

from the people
who love you.

Well, know, Jerrod,

that I am your mother
and I love you

more than any of these people.

Well, I don't know, Mama.

Jerrod is getting a lot of love
on Instagram.

Damn it, Bobby,
you posted this?

BOBBY:
Of course I did.

Near‐death experiences...
(blows raspberry)

get you the most likes
on social media.

Look, I know
being a victim

is real sexy right
now, all right?

But I don't want to
be one of those guys

who posts every sad thing
about them on Instagram

just to see how
many people care.

Ninety‐three.

93 people care about you,
Jerrod.

(laughs)
Oh, wait a minute.

Now it's down to 92.

Who would un‐like somebody
that survived a shooting?

Just untag me, Bobby.

I don't want to be
defined by this.

I don't want my
whole identity to be

"guy who survived
the mall shooting."

Man, Jerrod, you
get all the breaks.

They just handed
you an identity.

I've been trying to find
my identity for 32 years.

Bobby, you have an identity.

You are the guy
with the cool hats.

I know everybody say that
when they see you.

They say, "Here come Bobby.
He got the best hats."

But is that
enough, Mama?

No, it is not, son.

I heard somebody saw
their first shooting today.

Nekeisha, let's not make a
big deal about this, okay?

It is a big deal.

You got your
shootout cherry popped.

Now, the first time is scary.

I remember I was all
afraid, thinking,

"Oh, my God, this could
be my last moment."

But, now when
I hear gunshots,

I'm like "Ooh,
somebody mad."

Look at it this way, son:
this might be good for you.

Really?

Well, don't get me wrong.

This mall shooting
will haunt you

all the days of your life.

I'm, I'm sorry, "haunt me"?

Well, yeah, but I mean,
that might be a good thing.

We all need to be haunted
a little bit.

It builds character.

That's what
makes you a man.

I had an abusive,
alcoholic father.

That haunts me every night.

That's my thing.

Now you got this,
and it's your thing.

Hey, Daddy,
can this be my thing, too?

Hey, Bobby, Bobby.

It's your brother's thing.

Now, some massive tragedy's

gonna strike you soon enough.

Just be patient.

That's why I coddled
you boys so,

because I didn't want you to end
up haunted like your father.

Sometimes, at night,
when I look out the window,

he's just out there,
sitting on the lawn,

looking up at the moon.

Joe, you know, if you ever need
to talk to someone, I'm here.

Why would I talk to you
when I got the moon?

You think you wiser
than the moon, Maxine?

All right, you know what?

Everybody, let's go.

I think this is over. Just...

Wait, wait a minute, Jerrod.

I‐Is that blood?

Wait, oh, my God,
you were close enough

to the shooting
to get blood on you?

Is that true?

Okay, you know what?
If you guys won't leave,

then I guess I will.

Congratulations on kicking a man
out of his own apartment,

especially on a day when all he
really needed was to be alone.

I don't know where he going;

the moon don't come
out till 7:42.

(sighs)

Jerrod.

Look, I know
that this isn't easy,

but you need to deal with this.

I am. I'm trying to
get this stain out.

Okay, stop.

It's okay to open up.

I'm here for you,
whatever you need.

Thanks, Maxine.

(laughs softly)

Whoa. Oh, okay.

Um, what's going,
what's going on?

Hey, hey, hey,
let's do it in the laundry room.

You know that's always been
one of our fantasies.

What, that is so not true.

Um, someone could see us,
that's a glass door.

You‐‐ there's someone's blood
on your sweatshirt.

No, you're using the wrong tone.

Someone could see us.

There's a glass door,

and I got someone's blood
on my sweatshirt.

Okay, Jerrod, stop.

You can't use sex
to hide your feelings.

Now, why won't you be honest
with us about what you saw?

Oh.

Oh, hey, guys.

Oh, Jerrod.

I'm so glad I ran into you.

I saw your brother's post

about what you went through
at the mall.

No, no, I'm... I'm fine, Monica.

Really, I'm fine.

Listen, I just want
to tell you something.

I know exactly
what you're going through.

I survived the biggest attack

that ever hit American soil.

9/11.

Oh, my God.
Oh, Monica,

I had no idea
you were near Ground Zero.

Well, no. Not... Not quite.

But I was living
in Queens at the time.

Oh, well, Queens
is a pretty safe distance away

from where the towers were,
right?

Well, you'd be surprised.

New York is a small city.

Is it?

You know, at times like this,

people want to support you

and‐and make sure
that you're okay,

but it's important that you know
you are not a victim.

Thank you.
Thank you very much, Monica.

I've been trying
to tell my family that all day,

but no one will listen.
No, you're not a victim.

You're a survivor, like me.

Stay strong.

You know, take care of you.

Take care of your mind.

Take care of your spirit.

Take care of the earth.

Take care of the...

Ah, see,
I'm forgetting something.

Did I say spirit?

Yeah.
Okay, then.

There you are, Jerrod.

There's a cop upstairs
looking for you.

What? What are you
talking about?

Look, they saw
my Facebook post,

and they're questioning,
like, witnesses of the crime.

Damn it, Bobby.

Hey, Monica.

How you been holding up
since 9/11?

Oh, you know, I count
each breath as a gift.

Never forget.

All right, come on, Bobby.

The Jerrod you knew is gone.

A new flower has emerged.

Okay.
Okay, all right.

I know your job
is to protect and serve,

but it's hard not to feel
a little nervous

when you in the room.

You're not a suspect
of any crime, sir.

There's no reason
to feel nervous.

I'm just here to talk
to your son.

Well, I feel like
we should put our hands up.

Joe, should we
put our hands up?

Honey, that's a good idea.

As a safety precaution,
Officer,

we are now lifting our hands up
into the air.

No sudden movements now.

We got to treat these
officers like bears.

I'm taping this,

just so you know.

If you shoot anyone,
you probably will keep your job,

but it's gonna be a rough
couple of weeks.

You're, obviously, free to do
what you want,

but that is
extremely unnecessary.

We are here with
Officer G. Zimmerman.

I‐It's Greg.
There's no relation.

It's, it's a common last name.

We're here with George
Zimmerman's brother, Greg.

Whoa, what's
going on in here?

Do we have to
have our hands up?

No, you'll be
fine, Maxine.

Somebody shoot Maxine,

they'll close the
whole police station.

There's no reason
to raise your hands.

I'm just here to ask
a couple questions.

Are you
Jerrod Carmichael?

Yes.

Here, uh, listen.

I'm sure you've had
a‐a tough day,

but any information
you have could help us

put the pieces
of what happened together.

I mean,
do you mind describing

what you saw
at the mall earlier?

Uh, yeah, I‐I
heard gunshots,

then I ran and hid
behind a kiosk,

and then, uh, I ran
out of the mall.

Sir, I‐I'm going
to need you to be

as specific as possible.

Could you start with
where you were standing

when you heard the gunshots?

Uh, okay.

Um, yeah.

I was, I was in line

waiting to get a pretzel,

and I was behind this guy
and his girlfriend,

and they were taking a while.

They didn't know
what they wanted,

and so he turned and looked
at me and was like,

"Oh, this looks like a man who
knows exactly what he wants."

And he let me cut
in front of him,

and, uh, and that's when
I heard the first shots.

They‐‐ I don't know where they
were coming from.

They sounded really close,

and so I ran and I hid
behind the kiosk.

And then, like, more shots came,

and I was trying
to find the gunman,

but I‐I couldn't tell
where he was.

It was, like,
just a lot of chaos.

And so then I looked
and I saw the‐the guy

who let me in front of him.

Um, he'd been shot.

And his girlfriend
was just standing over him,

like, in shock.

It's like, she looked
really confused.

And then everybody just ran out.

(Bobby sighs)

So if it wasn't for that dude
letting you cut in line,

you would have been standing
exactly where he got shot at?

Yeah. Yeah, I guess so.

I‐I don't know
if he lived or died.

(sighs)
Jerrod.

Oh, my baby.

Officer,

we are going to take
approximately seven

to eight steps toward our
son in order to hug him.

Uh...

(clears throat)

Listen, uh...

Sir, you‐you've clearly been
through a lot.

I'm‐I'm gonna leave,
but if you don't mind,

I might need, uh, to contact you
for more questioning.

Yeah, that's fine.

Okay, well, uh,
you all take care.

I'm gonna follow him
down to the car.

We're not letting no more
Zimmermans get away.

Oh, God, Jerrod, I'm so sorry
you saw all that.

But at least now you can admit

that you were affected
by this shooting.

Yeah, no, you're right, Maxine.

(sighs)
I am a victim.

Well, saying that's
a good thing.

Acknowledging the reality
of your feelings

is incredibly hard,

but it's the first step
to healing.

How is that possibly
a good thing?

I mean, all that proves
is that I have no control

over my life whatsoever.

It just proves that life is this
endless cycle of death.

It just proves that one moment
you can be standing in line,

trying to get a salted pretzel,

and the next you're choking on
your own blood.

Why feel anything?

Does anything matter?

Ooh, look at the time.
It's almost 6:30.

We better get on home.

CYNTHIA:
Jerrod,

you are asking

the most profound questions
a man can ask.

About life.

About meaning.

And, well...

your father's right,
we'd better get out of here.

Come on.
We love you.

Ooh, it got dark
in here quick.

Didn't it, Cynthia?
Oh, yeah.

Maxine got a lot of
pieces to put together.

I'll tell you that.

You're not gonna eat these
Dunk‐a‐Roos, are you?

Um, uh, y‐you want some space?

Nah, come sit with me.

(sighs)

Maxine,

are you trying to
have sex right now?

(chuckles)

There's just something about
seeing you so vulnerable

and emotional.

You think you could
cry during...?

Okay, Maxine,
you are sick.

If you promise to cry, we can
do it in the laundry room.

(door closes)

Did they name
the shooter yet?

Yeah, it's a
29‐year‐old woman

born and raised in
the United States.

A woman shooter.

Does that count
as progress, Maxine?

No, Cynthia, this
is not progress.

I don't know.
After Hillary, I think

we should take every win
we can get.

(laughing)

What?

What?

Jerrod, you almost
got shot by a girl.

(laughing)

How could she hold a gun

'cause she was holding
all them shopping bags?

All right.

I'm gonna go stare at the moon.

(laughing)

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