All language subtitles for United States of Tara - S01E05 - Revolution

Previously, on United
States of Tara...

I haven't had a real
friend in so long.

Tiffany must be very
pleased with your work.

I love it. God, I just want
to live in there, right?

Hi, I'm the new server.

- Gene's gonna love you.
- Really?

Gene Stewart, General manager.

I think he's nice.

If you like him, he
must be a great guy.

And if he likes you, then he won't
give a damn about the bee stings.

Does that hurt?
You're so cute.

- Thank you.
- Come on.

Kate!

I did not raise you to let boys who
wear pigtails push you around.

I am Buck, and I will
fuck you sideways.

I know about the
multiple personalities.

- I want to meet one.
- Tiffany, you don't.

I'm not a dancing monkey.

Tiffany thinks one
of your alters

broke into her place in
the middle of the night.

- I'm the only one who has her key.
- Are you Tara Gregson?

It's not just the
restraining order.

I'm banned from selling
Vita-Self products.

You just ruin everything.

I'm telling you, man,

Tupac is alive.

I just saw him eating huevos

down at the pancake place
in Prairie Village.

- What are you doing?
- Oh, yes, I did.

I thought maybe I could
find some kind of clue

about, you know, who ruined mom's
mural on one of these videos.

Now lookity-look who's dead.

Now would be your window to
say something disparaging

about me being very Nancy
Drew or Mrs. Marple-esque.

It's too early.

Tara made a new friend.

Tiffany was a threat
to the system.

So one of the
alters was jealous?

And wanted to be out
in the world too.

I know this is scary, but
it's what we wanted.

Not to just tolerate your parts,
but to really get to know them.

So that we'll get to the truth
of what happened to you.

It's just one of your alters
showing a side we've never seen.

Great, now my
alters have alters.

It was me.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

So, you snuck over to Tiffany's
in the middle of the night?

Okay.

And what did you use to scratch
"die yuppie cunt" in the wall?

- My ferocious nails.
- Remember to pour with confidence.

Well, the restraining order
says whichever one did it

used mom's exact dull knife.

So we're looking for the alter
that's the biggest dumb-ass.

Pretty much.

Crud!

Everybody has aggression.

Most women don't have a clue
how much they're carrying,

Which is

totally understandable. We're
not encouraged to express it,

and we don't have societally
sanctioned outlets

for aggression built in to our
daily lives, like men do.

Max doesn't.

Sure, I do. I play basketball.

I'm gonna go out on a limb
here, and just say that,

with our situation,

- it might not be enough.
- Maybe it was Aunt Charmaine.

Another pitiful, yet
over-the-top grab for...

Listen.

When people see who I really am,

it's gonna change everything.

I can't imagine Alice
scratching up somebody's wall.

No way.

I guess it could be Buck.

But he'd be more inclined to write "sit
on my face with your yuppie cunt".

Not just my life, but
the lives around me.

People are gonna talk about
this for a long time.

Please, my money's on T.

- Interesting.
- Come on.

She's devious.

We know she's insecure.

So when you see what
I'm capable of,

you're gonna know

that I got super
powers, bitches!

Like how you always recognize
stuff, even if Tara wasn't around.

Yeah, maybe I don't remember Alice
making chicken with corn flakes,

but when you or one of the kids tell
me, I can feel it's true. Like,

somewhere in another room in
my head that I'm not privy to.

Yeah, I get that. I can see
it kind of click with you.

Yeah, but with this, there's no click.
I have no feeling for it.

And I would take
responsibility, honestly.

But I just don't
think it was me.

Really?

Maybe it was Tiffany's
ex-husband.

Maybe it was somebody who
was really, really pissed

- 'cause they couldn't lose weight.
- Come on,

is there some way it's not me?

I guess there's some way.

You don't really believe that.

You think I did it.

You're my husband. Aren't
you supposed to believe me?

Come on, honey. We're late.

All right, let's just talk about
this later, when I see you.

They only are able to dispense

these particular
medications once a month.

This has devastated an
already overpopulated...

Fucking NPR.

They're on their way. Just
another five minutes.

How'd you kill it?

It's not dead yet. Max
said he'd take a look.

Hey, Tara, where are you going?

Don't you have something
at Marshall's school?

T.?

Hi, Max. Yeah, it's me.

T.'s back.

No, I'm glad you were there.

Charmaine, any chance I could
convince you to help me wrangle her?

What's in it for you? I don't know.
Free junk food, and...

good karma, I guess.

Thank you. Listen, I gotta go.
Bye.

Listen, your mom's fine.
She...

She's just not quite herself.

She went AWOL?

I'm pretty sure she's at
that arcade place she likes.

You should go get her.

No, no, no. I'm not
gonna do that.

You're gonna be wiggling your
foot the whole trial anyway.

No.

Just go.

Okay, all right. Thanks.

I hate Fremont.

I don't know why she can't find a
sugar shack closer than 200 miles.

It'd take all the fun out of it.

I was thinking about
Tara and her friends.

You know if she had a roommate at
boarding school? Somebody that

might have been around,
you know, when

whatever happened happened?

I think so. She
didn't mention it?

Well, I asked, but I think my wanting
to know just puts her on edge.

- Yeah, I know.
- Oh, you know?

You know she told me to also get
a hobby other than fixing her?

We were going round and
around about that.

She said "train set." I
thought maybe line dancing.

She did have a roommate. I
can't remember her name.

I remember she was
freakishly tall.

Of course I was only worthy of
shitty public school, so...

Why's that?

I don't know. I don't
know what I did.

Maybe you didn't do anything.

Maybe.

Pretty good.

My bitch is fresh.

Come on.

Hi, dad. Did you find her?

Yes, I have, and she's
not even in any trouble.

Yet. You haven't let her out
of your sight, have you?

No, sir. I have not, sir.

Hey, I think we're
gonna stay over, okay?

- All right, bye.
- Roger.

Oh, yeah, I'll take
you bitches anytime.

I wanna have a party.

What?

They're staying over.

You just wanna have a party so
that that Jason guy comes over.

No. I've always wanted
to have a party.

- You hate parties.
- Parties with teenagers.

I mean, I'd go to Woody
Allen's new year's eve party,

or, you know, if Noel Coward invited
me to something on his boat.

Sorry, Moosh, but
Jason's not gonna come.

How do you know?

Because, it'd be too
big of a statement.

It would show he's
actually into you.

Maybe it'd just show, you
know, that he likes parties.

Civilized parties,
like mine will be.

But I guess I can make
some phone calls.

Thank you.

So her footwork's all sloppy,
and she dares me to sight read.

And I'm like, "Step-off, bar-humper,
here comes my bong Thomas."

And then I did a double
on this nine-footer,

and was, like, totally
in challenge mode.

Why's she here?

Well, 'cause she's
a nice person,

and she's offered to
drive Tara's car back.

So I can get up early, and
go to my job at the clinic.

Because your actions
don't only affect you,

you self-absorbed
pretend teenager.

What about me? We're
gonna stay over.

No shit?

Yeah, let's hang out, have some fun.
Why not?

What kind of fun?

Okay, bye.

No.

Why are we gonna stay over
if we're not gonna fuck?

Drive safe, Charmie.

Can I at least fuck him?

No.

You never let me do anything.

You know, I think
Tara's roommate's name

was Heidl Troy, or
Heidi Sawyer maybe.

- Does that help?
- Yeah, yeah. You bet.

All right.

Okay, thank you.

I've been collecting for
quite some time now.

I started on or around
Christmas when I was eight.

It's like, a peppermint
schnapps party?

I told you it was going
to be civilized.

- Hey.
- Hey, how'd you get off work?

I told Gene Stuart my grandma
died, and I have to sit Shivah.

Nice, I told him I
had lady cramps.

Oh, hey, Moosh, the
Christians are here!

Come on in!

Hey, what the fuck, man?

Hey, T.

Leave us alone, weird stranger!

- Yeah, we were having a moment here!
- Yeah, you were.

Moment's over. I'm her husband.
Let's go.

- Excuse me?
- In your dreams, old man.

Go away now!

Yeah, you heard her.

- Why don't you take a walk with me?
- Oh, what the fuck.

T., tell these guys who I am.

Hello, I'm sixteen.

- In your dreams, old lady.
- Come on.

Get your fucking hands
off me, freakzoid.

- Guess I'm leaving.
- Thank you.

Listen, chief, you don't know
what the fuck is going on.

Come on, it's still
a good party.

No, it's not.

Well, if it makes you feel any better,
Ben's here with his new evil girlfriend.

What the fuck?

I know. I invited him.

Yeah, but not her.

Skank-strumpet.

Fuck-pretzel.

Jezebel.

Sugar hole.

Motherfucking, cock
sucking cunt blossom.

Marshall?

Oh, my... my God.

You made it...

Dude.

What's up?

This is my... This
is my kitchen area.

I like it. It's nice.

Party's over.

Are we gonna have a problem?

Yeah, don't be such
an asshole, dad.

- Just go home.
- Wait.

He's your dad?

Yes, that's right. I'm her dad.

- And you are in big trouble, missy.
- Don't pay any attention to him, Skunk.

Nice meeting you.

Hey, call me.

- Hello, pretty lady.
- What the fuck is this?

Three guesses. Go.

I'm going to kill my niece.

Well, as Kate's manager at Barnabeez,
I can absolutely vouch for her.

She's dedicated,
she's hard working.

And I don't know if you're
familiar with the phrase,

"Those who work
hard, play hard",

but that's pretty much
what we got going on here.

- It's gonna be fine.
- Shut up.

Talk to you...
Talk to you later.

See that?

That went good.

Hey, Ben.

Is it okay that I'm here?

I mean, look, I don't want you
to feel weird or anything, so.

I don't feel weird.

I miss you, Katie-chan.

Benjamin.

Be right there.

You gotta be quiet.

T., there's other... Hey,
stop, leave that alone.

There's other people
sleeping here.

Let's go for a swim
in the heated pool.

Or we can empty the mini bar, watch
porn, and then go for a swim.

Pool's closed.

Well, what do you want to do?

Talk.

Ask me anything.

What happened to
Tiffany's mural?

What?

Just thought you'd know
how it got cut up.

Oh, that.

Oh, Maxi-pad.

I wanna help you.
You know I do.

But I can't tell you about
that unless you fuck me.

Wait.

Did you guys, like, change
your agreement or something?

Not really.

You wanna do it on the
bed or the floor?

Sorry, you weren't...

expecting someone romantic, were you?
'Cause I can totally be that guy.

What is this?

Is Ashton Kutcher gonna step out
from behind a plant or something?

No, T., you're not
getting punked.

Tell me why you hurt Tara.

I didn't.

Please don't lie to me.

I'm not.

Everything's so easy
for you, isn't it?

She loved that mural.

She loved that job.

You just had to take
it away, didn't you?

Tara?

No, jackass.

And I didn't fuck
up Tara's mural.

I thought that you
said that if he came,

it would be a statement. But
this isn't a statement.

It's just folk rock for
girls about Jesus.

Max, you need to get back here.

We so seriously need beer,
it's not even funny.

- I know.
- May I be of service?

Hi... Gene.

I didn't know you were here.

I'm just glad you're
feeling better.

Any way that I can help?

Yeah, actually.

If you wouldn't mind.

As long as I can trust you
not to drink and drive.

We don't do that, Gene.

- Of course not.
- Let's make it so.

What's going on?

Nothing, Ben.

Who's the joker?

He's my boss.

Let's go.

Good deal.

Hey, cool hat, man.

Katie, where are you going?

You can't leave your own party!

- Thanks for saving me.
- Anytime, milady.

How did you get off work? Aren't you
supposed to be managing right now?

Everything's under control.

Pager.

It's all good.

Let's go. Party's over.

No, it's not!

I just hope

that there's still
room for me, you know?

There's always room, bro.

Not for, like,
people in buildings.

Holy shit, Marshy. What
have you done to yourself?

Who's this?

- I'm Jason.
- What's up, Jason?

Not too much.

- Are you even gay?
- What?

Man or clam? Who's hungry?

Could you just... leave
him alone, okay?

Okay. Dude, you smell
like toothpaste.

- And no smoking in the house.
- Just trying to help.

Good.

Then could you write "Die yuppie
cunt" for me on this napkin?

Nice cup.

Yeah, that's one
of my inventions.

I think you're hot.

Thanks.

And you have what it takes to
go far in business. But...

I've just been too damn
hurt too many times.

Sorry.

Most guys could just...

They can have intercourse day
after day without even caring,

but I won't go there, Kitty.

Especially not with someone
I could fall in love with.

There's my house.

Oh, that's your house?

In case you ever want
to drop by, and...

And not have intercourse?

Fair enough.

Charmaine, just leave that,
all right, I got it.

Just go home.

Okay, I'll just wrap
up some lasagna.

Where's your sister?

- With Gene Stuart.
- He's hot.

- Hey, there's no smoking in here, okay?
- That's what I said.

Fuck.

Sorry.

It was my fault.

- The whole party was my idea.
- No, it wasn't.

Thank God you're safe, Katie.
We were worried about you.

Katie can take care of herself.

- Did you get some?
- I'm pretty sure Marshy didn't.

Hey, T., why don't you go out
to the shed and chill out?

Yeah, That's a great idea.

- I thought she left.
- Just go home, Charmaine.

I was just trying to help.

I was just trying to help, Maxi.
I was just trying to help.

I really don't think you should
be getting all judgey on me.

- Oh, my God, be quiet.
- You should have seen him.

He's totally into me. Your
father is like a sex-crazed...

Just shut up, T.!

Haven't you caused
enough trouble?

Excuse me?

Look, you know you wrote "Die
yuppie cunt" on mom's mural.

Did not. Why does
everyone always blame me?

Because it's always you.

You gave Kate the
morning after pill.

You shoplifted bras.

You ruined mom's mural.

And then she went away, and
dad had to go get you.

And so mom and dad
missed my open house.

Just like they missed
the scopes trial,

and Aztec day,

and my parent-teacher conference,
and the battle of Little Big Horn.

Honey, I'm sorry.

It's not your fault. It's hers!

Are you my mother?

No way.

Then why are you
inside my mother?

I don't know.

I want my real mother,
and only my real mother,

and none of you other freaks.

Just her. Everybody
else, go away!

T. didn't ruin the mural, Marsh.

Come on.

Who did?

I don't know, son.

You're still here?

I'm sorry.