All language subtitles for The Lake s02e02 A Berry Special Episode.eng

[relaxing synth music]

You know, it's gonna
take more than a toolbox

to rebuild the Boathouse.

It's a gesture, Billie.

It is a
"put the past behind us,

I'm part of
the solution" gesture.

Have you ever even
used a toolbox before?

As props.

I don't know, Justin.

People are really mad.

Like deport you
back to Australia mad.

Like there's a petition.

It was an accident.

It was a terrible,
horrible accident

and I feel bad about it,

but it's not like
I pyro-ed the place.

People are gonna get over it.

Good morning!

[man]
Go to hell, Lovejoy!

Somebody hasn't had
their coffee today.

[phone chiming]

Is your mom texting you
the bus schedule again?

Um, yeah. She's just
worried I'll miss it.

Mm-hm.

Don't think
I haven't seen you texting

that cutie from
the bus all week.

His name's Forrest.

And we're okay with this?

As in Whitaker.

It's not like
his tree-planting name.

All right, allowed. So dish.

Height, weight, girth.
Favourite Housewives franchise.

No, no, no. We are not
talking about my love life

when yours is on fire.

Yes, someone was
supposed to help me with that.

And I tried, but Riley
just hid in his room

listening to
CB radio all week.

Yeah, he's trolling
for accidents.

Really soothes him.

Hey, will you please,

please, please consider
staying an extra week?

I'll even cry for your parents.

Justin, me getting
this internship

was a big deal for them.

I can't just ditch.

Plus, a job like this

could really help
with scholarships next year.

You don't need any help
because you're adorable like me.

[woman]
Go home, pyro!

That could mean anything.

?

[Ulrika]
Riley cannot join us

for obvious
and humiliating reasons,

but we still have enough
for quorum.

So, I call to order

the first Boathouse committee
meeting of the summer.

First order of business,
our insurance claim.

Unfortunately...

I come
bearing the gift of industry.

Probably gonna need
a couple of end tables

to really pull
the space together, huh, guys.

As I was saying, unfortunately,

insurance has denied our claim.

There is no money to rebuild.

Denied?
How? How is that possible?

Because they don't want
to foot the bill

for Run Lola Run here.

I'm sorry.
Are you all blaming me for this?

- [everyone speaking]
- Yes. Look at the place.

You almost ruined everything.

Fireworks went off
and the place went up.

Okay, but Justin was gone

- before the fire started.
- Thank you.

He bolted from that altar
like he was on fire.

I was in a fugue state.

The Boathouse was built
before building codes.

So even if our policy
wasn't violated,

the payout wouldn't be
enough to rebuild.

Breaks my heart to say

the Boathouse is in Valhalla now

until the end of days
comes again.

[Beabadoobee: "Tired"]

- You don't need to do that.
- Yeah, I do.

I learned to swim here, Billie.
Parents bring their kids here.

Parents get hammered watching
their kids learn to swim here.

God, of course
everyone hates me!

Stop being dramatic.
No one hates you.

[man]
We hate you, Lovejoy!

And the only mess you need to
clean up, Justin, is with Riley.

How? He's not even
talking to me

'cause I ruined his life.

Okay, now I'm being dramatic.

All right, I know
where you can find him, okay?

I promised
I wouldn't say anything,

but he's self-soothing
at the chip truck.

After carb shaming me
for a year, but no, no,

Lovejoy is always the monster.

- Justin!
- I know, I heard myself.

I can hear myself.

God, I don't even know
what I would say

- even if I saw him.
- Less.

Always less.

Ah, shit. I can't.

I've got Opal's berry picking
jamboree thing today.

You're not going to apologize
to the love of your life

because you have
to pick berries?

Well, I can't ditch. Not if I'm
camping out on Maisy's porch.

- Unless...
- Hard pass.

Oh, come on, man.

You said you'd help me

and Opal's really, really scary.

Fine. Fine.
But you owe me.

Picking berries for fun sends
very confusing messages

to my ancestors.

Got it. Okay.

Okay. I'll just, um...

get a bigger bucket.

- First dibs on her Percocet.
- Jesus.

Why are you
in your mom's purse?

I am looking for her phone.

There's got to be something in
there to prove she's not dying.

Why would she lie about dying?

Same reason she lies
about everything.

Money, attention.

[Victor] Unresolved
psychological issues.

You always take her side.

Not a word of this to Opal.

I was six the first time
she pretended to have smallpox

to get out of jury duty.

I don't want him
riding the same trauma train.

[Mimsy]
Good morning, lovelies.

Mom, we're going berry
picking, not to Ascot.

You only live once,
and Givenchy gives life.

Twinning.

[Naomi on phone]
You're berry picking?

Is this another protest
for migrant workers?

It's Opal's jamboree today,
so I'm subbing for Justin

so he can patch things up
with Riley and, I don't know,

I just wish there was
something more I could do.

[Naomi]
Uh-uh. Justin's relationship

is not your responsibility.

You are the child. You.

Now...

look what I picked out
for your first day.

That's not really my style, Mom.

This internship is about
your future, not your style.

Yeah, but has my future stalled

at mid-level management
and three cats?

I think it's very chic
and it won't wash you out.

Have fun on your last day, baby.

I've resent the bus schedule

because your future
won't wait...

[phone beeping]

Mom?

Oh, shit.

[Barrie: "Clovers"]

Where am I?

? Clovers ??

Who ordered this
fine day, huh? Whoo!

Hey, thanks for
letting me tag along.

I got too much time on my hands
when Jaynie's got the kids.

Hm.

Everything okay, bud?

Great. 110%.

What are you doing?

I'm holding some space
for your feelings.

Please stop.

No, I will not.

Tell you what, I'll stop
after you share with me

what's going on inside you.

Not a big deal. I just...

didn't get
a new tattoo this year.

Ah. Nipple piercing?

No, drew a blank.

Wayne, my tats are my yearbook
of how awesome my life's been.

Killian's birth, Opal's
first haiku, seeing the yeti.

Oh, cool. Nice.

But this year,
what's to ink about?

Career's done, Killian's gone.

Opal only wants me
as a chauffeur

and we lost the cottage.

Hey, I felt the same way
after me and Jaynie splitskied.

I had to reconnect with
who I was before marriage,

before the girls and Olive.

- You go into therapy?
- Bingo. Yeah.

Got the Headspace app,
took a few quizzes on BuzzFeed.

Boom.
Brand new Wayner, bud.

So, tell me,
who was little Victor, huh?

Like, before Maisy,
before the kids, you know?

Before your middling career,
what did Victor love?

Ice hockey, ball hockey,
field hockey, air hockey.

Before hockey, okay?
Go way back.

All right,
if we're going to progress,

we must regress, compadre.

And you know, that starts
with a poking stick.

Not where I thought
you were going with that.

[Opal] We can't wait
for Billie anymore.

People, I'm only going
to say this once.

I want firm, ripe berries
the size of my thumb.

I don't care
if your fingers are bleeding,

colour and viscosity are key
to a proper coulis.

Are you sure
you're up for this?

I don't want you
to push yourself.

I think your feeble
old mother

could manage
a berry on a bush.

Oh, dear. Is this necessary?

How many more hugs
do we have left?

Yes, well,
always leave them wanting more.

But it's sweet of you to worry?

Yes, let's go with that.

[relaxing electronic music]

Hi.

Hey, you don't have
to accept my apology.

But will you at least give me
a chance to make it?

Two minutes?
I like my curds...

- Squeaky.
- Squeaky.

I know.

Peace offering?

It's cute, right?

For Rile-E Coyote.

I don't work
with animals anymore.

I'm doing a series
on hit and runs.

Why cowards flee the scene.

Topical.

Maybe you could shed some light.

I don't know. I don't know,
Riley. I don't know.

I panicked. It was
the proposal, the wedding.

It was swoony.
It was all so swoony,

but that doesn't mean
that it wasn't crazy.

Wanting to spend my life
with you is crazy.

No, no. We were taking
our wedding vows

in front of Maisy,
my stepmother,

and a bunch
of dead animals, Riley.

Billie was there.

Yes, and so worried,
but trying to play it cool.

And I didn't want
to let her down again

because I just got
my life together.

Some would say getting married
is getting your life together.

And 50% of them
end in bitterness, resentment,

and shared custody
of a Pomeranian,

but at least they have
a Vitamix to show for it.

You ran 'cause you wanted gifts?

Yes, of course I wanted gifts.

That is
the lamest excuse.

Excuse?

The man I love
deserves kitchen appliances,

a 12-piece place setting,

and at least
one cashmere throw.

I'll tell you
what I deserve.

Good.
Tell me what you deserve.

- My truck. Now.
- Okay, I'm right behind you.

What's your passcode, Mother?
Your birthday?

[sighs]

My birthday.

[scoffs]

Victor's birthday?

Oh.

-[Opal] Mom.
-[Maisy gasping]

Why do you have
Nana's phone?

Uh...

[relaxing
electronic instrumental]

[Billie]
Hello? Hello!

Ah. Okay.

Oh, thank God!
Thank God, thank God!

Hi. Hi.
My name is Billie Barnes.

I'm 17 years old
and I've been missing for hours.

And I have no water, no signal.

Please radio my parents
and tell them I'm alive.

You can send a flare
for the helicopter.

[Ivy]
Uh, I'm not a forest ranger.

Oh, no.
What are we going to do?

Uh, you're going to sit down
and drink some water.

You're dehydrated.

We don't sit on the grass
in my family.

Okay? Tick, tick, boom.
Lyme disease.

Grass isn't
long enough for ticks.

Okay. There you go.

Uh, I'm Ivy. I was planting
trees nearby when I heard you.

Planting trees? Oh, God.
Did I walk all the way to BC?

- Small sips or you'll cramp.
- [Billie coughing]

Exactly.

[Riley and Justin moaning]

[Riley and Justin panting]

That was the best makeup sex
we've ever had.

Because that was breakup sex.

What? Hey, Riley,
we can fix this.

Riley, we can fix this.
I can fix this.

You know, shit never works out
between cottagers and townies.

You know, you guys,
you come for a season

and you leave for no reason.

It's called fall.

You're not going
to be the one

who has to deal with, "Your ex
burnt down the Boathouse,"

for the rest of his life.

All right? One,
I didn't torch the Boathouse.

Two, I sublet my apartment.

Riley, I don't have any place
to go until October.

You're not hearing me,
all right?

That Boathouse meant
a lot to people around here.

- My great-grandfather...
- I know!

Your great-grandfather was one
of the original carpenters.

Did he build
that cross you're on too?

Get out.

All right, make me.

Get out.

Make me.

Fine.

[Justin grunting]

[Justin]
Come on!

Those feelings of shame will
blossom into love! You'll see!

Honey.

We always tell each other
the truth, right?

Ever since you came home
with a pixie cut.

Sorry you had to see that.
I want you to know

that the reason that
I took Nana's phone is...

Is because you can't accept
she's dying.

She told you?

That's why this berry cull
is so important.

Berries are rich in antioxidants
and fight free radicals.

Ironic as
Nana's free and radical.

Madness to attack
one of their own.

Nana doesn't always
tell the truth like we do.

[Opal sighing]

I know you miss Killian,
but you can't be mad at Nana

for helping him
find his light.

You both struggle
being in our shadow.

Stop it.

Okay.

Stop it!

- [Opal groaning]
- [Maisy laughing]

You've left me no choice.

Oh, how dare you.

No, no.

Now what?

Poke it again, bud.

Gross. [chuckling]

Huh? How's it feel to step
outside that old coconut, huh?

Feels...

- Feels pretty good.
- Yeah, I bet. Yeah.

So tell me, what does
little Victor love, huh?

Still hockey.

- Still hockey, okay.
- Yeah.

Tell you what.
You keep poking that frog,

I'll keep whipping these rocks
at these pine cones.

Maybe one of them bonk you right
on that sexy noggin of yours.

You'll have a light bulb moment,
just like Sir Fig Newton.

- Wayne.
- What?

That's not a pine cone.

[wasps buzzing]

- Run.
- [both screaming]

- [Wayne] Run, Victor!
- [Victor] Run, Wayne!

Oh, my God.
They're in my shorts.

They're in my shorts!

[Victor] Don't talk!
They'll go in your mouth!

[Wayne screaming]

- How you feeling?
- Better, thanks.

Next time you go wandering alone
in the woods,

- maybe bring a compass.
- Yeah.

You know, I thought that
someone voted most likely

to be the next
Greta Thunberg would have known.

Most people who are
into the environment

don't go into the environment.

Don't sweat it.
But if you do, it's a good sign

because you're dehydrated.

I got it.
Love a dry sense of humor.

- Because I'm dehydrated.
- I got it.

And just so you know,
I'm not like one of those girls

who stages a walk out
over plastic straws

to get out of class.

I'm actually interning at

the National Climate Institute
this summer.

NCI?

That's pretty major.

Writing corporate tweets
for minimum wage

all summer
would drive me nuts,

but I guess
that's why I plant trees.

You make bank
and a real impact.

NCI makes a real impact.

You push the paper,
I'll plant it.

Yeah, and I'll push it
right into the recycling bin

and, uh,
you know, save you some...

- Easy, Thunberg.
- ...trees to plant.

Drink more water.

Oh, shit. Sit tight
while I grab some more.

- My piece isn't far.
- Okay.

Thanks.

[funky electronic music]

- [Justin] Ulrika!
- Ugh! Holy crap!

Must your pitch be so sharp?

Gay voice. Confuses predators.

I want to help rebuild
the Boathouse.

- Oh.
- I know people blame me.

- Justin
- Ulrika,

I'm a part of this
community too.

Justin.
I wish I could help.

Not true.
But even if it was, it's not,

I am no longer
the Boathouse president.

What do you mean? Why?

Swedes have a tradition.
Walpurgis.

A fire is lit to welcome spring
and the changes it brings.

The Boathouse
burning was a sign.

To what? To quit?

What are we going
to do about the Boathouse?

Please ask
the new president about it.

[Jayne]
Ulrika, I found your Matterhorn.

[sighs] That is
a Swedish cow horn.

The Matterhorn is Swiss.

Madam President.

Ooh! Girl's finally
in the driver's seat.

Wow!

She's a little crispy,

but we'll rise from the ashes
like Dumbledore's canary.

All right, listen.

I have got
some great fundraising ideas.

I've got a little bit of savings
and I have this, um,

this new colour palette
I'd love to pitch.

Okay, slow down,
Mrs. Housefire.

Even if we had the money,

you are going nowhere near
a Boathouse rebuild.

Your pyro romantic wedding d�cor
is why our claim was denied.

I told you to take
the fireworks outside.

Them going off inside
violated the policy.

I did. I did take them outside.

Ooh, well then, why did
they go off inside, bridezilla?

I don't know.
And that's a horrible moniker.

Well, let insurance know
when you do.

In the meantime, all Boathouse
activities will happen at mine.

The Boathouse will
not go down on my watch.

Jayne Payne delivers again.

As long as the beach
stays clothing optional.

We'll revisit that.

[Ulrika]
Suppose it makes sense.

No, none of this makes sense.

Can you play
"Winner Takes It All"?

Or do you hate
Swiss music, too?

Give me that.

[Victor]
Billie. Billie.

Victor?

[Billie] Oh...

Easy, sunstroke.
You okay?

Yeah, but did you see a girl

my height,
Black, kind of judgey?

Sun really cooked your noodle.
You just described yourself.

Can I get your advice
on something?

Shouldn't you ask
Justin about that kind of stuff?

- When has that ever helped?
- True dat. Lay it on me.

Okay.

Did you always
want to play hockey?

Or did your parents
just want you to play hockey?

And did you actually like
playing hockey?

Or did you just like that your
parents liked you liking hockey?

Uh, all of the above.

Hey, but I know a frog
we could ask.

Good news.

Hey, it's Wayne-ie the Pooh.

[Wayne]
Got away from the wasps.

Bad news, they moved
into my shorts, but...

[sighs]

I'm probably
going to call it a day

because it's getting late.

-[Wayne] Wow.
- Oh.

[mellow electronic music]

Sorry about
your berries, honey.

We should have just gone
to the farmers' market.

You really are a monster.

Is this because
Victor's birthday is my password

or you're not
on our group chat?

If you're going to take
someone's phone

for what's
none of your business,

you better be able
to take your lumps

when the answers
aren't to your liking.

I know you are not dying.

You booked a trip
to Bora Bora for next year.

Well, I wasn't going
to die here, was I?

If you really are sick,
then let me talk to your doctor.

No. I will not allow

what's left of my life
to be about my illness.

- But your illness is...
- Is not my identity.

My looks are.

Ugh.

I know that in the past

I have taken certain creative
liberties with my health

to better our situation.

Like pretending your kidneys
were failing in Marrakesh

so you could get bumped up
to first class?

You remember?

I remember
you left me in coach.

You were never going to
experience local culture

if you didn't
travel with the locals.

But my diagnosis is real.

So to prove that,

I will sign over
Derrick's cottage

at the end of this summer.

If you really want to prove it,
then sign it over right now.

No. I need a little leverage
so that you'll stay the summer.

That way I can spend
the strength that I have

on the people I love,
in the place they adore.

Very nice phone lift,
by the way.

Traveling with
the locals pays off.

Don't forget to
clean up for dinner.

I know I put it right here.
Where the hell is it?

-[woman] You suck, Lovejoy!
- I'm aware. Thank you.

What the hell?

Who in the hell?

Telling you, Maizers.
Wayne just changed my life.

That makes me nervous.

I've been kind of lost
since hockey's done.

It's just the concussions, hun.

But Wayne got me out of my head.

I've been thinking too much.

- Never been an issue.
- You too, babe.

Your mom
is giving you the cottage.

We don't need to look
for a new one. Let's enjoy it.

She is only giving it back to us
to stop us from figuring out

whatever scam
has got her playing sick.

She only spends time with us
when she wants something.

Maybe she wants
to hang out with us.

Not likely. Unless it's to catch
you coming out of the shower.

If she's going to give us
the cottage back

by the end of the summer,

we have got to make it
a short one.

- You promise not to kill her?
- Which I regret,

but we are still
going to call her bluff.

First, I'm going to get her
to sign over the cottage to us

and then I'm going
to make her summer so awful

she suddenly finds
a miracle cure in the Andes.

I don't think I like this.

I thought you
were done thinking.

Damn it.

Hey, what's going on?
Where are we?

Why are we paddling
all the way out here?

Well, I want
to show you something

because I have
huge news, Justin.

- Like, huge.
- Well, brace yourself

because I have got
even huger news.

- I'll go first.
- Or we could flip for it.

I'm quitting my internship

to be a tree planter
for the summer.

Okay. Tree planting.

Great.
Thrilled that you're staying.

A little concerned,
a little confused.

Many follow up questions,
but first, my thing.

Well, you held out
longer than I thought.

I think someone really
did burn down the Boathouse.

And if I can find out who,

then I can get the insurance
money back to rebuild it.

Then maybe Riley and the rest
of the lake will forgive me.

Okay, confused.

Kind of concerned,
many follow up questions.

But first, my thing.

[Cub Sport: "Summer Lover"]

? I'm gonna take you
to the water?

? I'm gonna take you
to the beach ?

? I'm gonna take you
to the water ?

Uh-uh.

That's all for me.

? I'm gonna take you
to the water ?

? I'd never had a summer
with another ?

? I'd never had a summer
with a lover ?

? I'd never had a summer
with another ?

? I'd never had a summer
with a lover ?

? I'm gonna take you
to the water ??

? I'm gonna take you
to the water ?

? I'd never had a summer
with another ?

? I'd never had a summer
with a lover ?

? I'd never had a summer
with another ?

? I'd never had a summer
with a lover ?

? Oh yeah ?

? I'd never had a summer
with a lover ??

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