All language subtitles for Four in the Morning s01e03 Blow.eng

? Free jazz ?

[PEOPLE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

- Mom. What are you doing here?
- You're adopted.

- Mitzi.
- Mrs. Wilson.

- Would you stop it with this?
- Say it.

- No.
- Say you're adopted.

- I'm not going to do that.
- Are you trying to kill me?

- Of course not.
- Because that's what you're doing.

You're killing me.
Killing me. Killing me!

- I love you, Mom.
- Allegedly mom.

- All right.
- Do you know how difficult this is for me?

For my own son to be adopted?

I'm not adopted.
I look exactly like you.

There's pictures. You showed a video
of my birth at my graduation.

- Do I have to get your father?
- Please don't do that.

- I'm getting your father. No.
- Mom. Mom...

You know what? He's in the car.
I'm going to get him.

[DOOR BELL'S RINGING]

WILLIAM: Don't, don't.
Please don't.

[EXHALES FORCEFULLY]

[DOORBELL AGAIN. FOOTSTEPS]

[MITZI CLEARING THROAT]

Tell your mother you're adopted.

Really? You too?

Her consultant told her she needs this.

What, what does that even mean?

He's the best.
The best consultant.

- [SCOFFS] You don't know him.
- Well, what does he think is wrong?

- We have to annul the pregnancy.
- What?

The only way to do this is
to annul the pregnancy.

- This sounds serious.
- Could you not encourage them, please?

- It's a very serious thing.
- You want to put me back up there?

Would you be open to that?

Oh, I'm dying! I'm dying!
[WEEPING]

Shh! Fine! Fine! Fine!
All right? Just stop dying.

I'm adopted. I'm adopted.

You have to sign.
He has to sign.

- WILLIAM: Sign?
- If you could just sign this, please.

This says that I never existed.

- It's a standard form.
- Well, I don't have a pen.

- I have a pen.
- [CLICKS]

Thanks.

- Sign here.
- [EXHALES SHARPLY]

Uh-huh.

And here...

WILLIAM: This is...

And here.

- How many of these are...
- My body is failing!

Fine! Fine. Here.
Okay? It's official.

You gonna go do this with Danny now?

No. Your brother's ours.

Okay. Thanks.

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

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S1E03
Blow

[SIRENS BLARING DISTANTLY]

? Sad music ?

[GASPING] Bondurant,
I just got your message.

- Jamie, quickly, take off your sweater.
- Are you cold?

No, but your breasts
look fantastic tonight.

And I'm just gonna keep it on then.

- It's all turning to black!
- What is? What happened?

My life, it's done, finished!
Unlock my morphine pump.

Don't have a morphine pump.

Nurse!

What's wrong?
Are you sick?

So sweet to lie to me like that
as if it's not

written all over my face.

Is it herpes?

I've lost my blow.

What do you mean, you lost your blow?

My trumpet blast,
my symphonic exhalation,

my flow of melodious
respiratory current.

[GASPS]

It's been altered.

You can't blow air out of your mouth.

[HALF CHOCKING] Not a drop.

WILLIAM: I gotta say,
Jamie cheating on me with Bondurant,

best things that's ever happened.

Yeah? Cause I wasn't sure
I should tell you.

I'm glad you did.

- You cried a lot more than I expected.
- It was knee jerk reaction.

- It was a tear jerk reaction.
- Yes, I get it.

You're the picture of
emotional stability

and rest of us are just
characters in an Italian opera.

- Thank you.
- These past few weeks there's been this,

I don't know, transformation.

Jamie she's so completely
struck by guilt.

And over compensating sexually.
Yes,

I heard you two last night.

- Sorry about that.
- You know I didn't realise

that your voice could
reach that register.

I didn't realize treachery
was such a sexual stimulant.

I'm glad you're making
this work for you.

It's as if she's dying of some
horrible ancient disease

and my dick's got the antidote.

- That's wonderful William.
- I'm actually sore.

Like raw and abraised
from all the outrageous,

degenerative sex we've been having.

Well Bondurant and I are
certainly on an upswing.

All this sneaking around
has wiped him of all that

annoying energy.

Most nights we just
order take out and watch movies.

That's terribly low impact.

Just calories and culture.

I've never been happier.

Bondurant, I'm not sure this qualifies
as a medical emergency.

I have an audition in six hours,

what could be more emergent?

All right, what seems to be
the problem here?

- I've lost my blow.
- Hmm.

Any other symptoms?

I think her breasts
look fantastic tonight.

- Delusions, then.
- Oh, come on.

Tell me straight...
What's the prognosis?

Yes. It appears you have
what's called Trick Candle Syndrome.

First observed in
a German 6-year-old boy,

who thought his sisters were messing
with his birthday cake.

Unfortunately, little Wolfgang didn't
have a gute geburtstag that year,

and died shortly after
reporting the initial symptoms.

JAMIE: This is fatal?

- Oh, no, the Allies shelled his home.
- [BREATH TREMBLING]

DOCTOR: The disease
is psychosomatic.

I'll page the on-call
psychiatric resident,

and have them have
a sit-down with you.

- I'm gonna get a coffee.
- Without me?

Yeah, well, you're...

Do you need anything or...

Um... Yes.

See if they have any warmer pillows.

Okay.

BONDURANT: Seriously,
why are you all singe-y?

Soot... You'll stay up
with me, won't you?

Read me my favorite bedtime stories?

I do like it when you're caffeinated
and reading to me.

The way you trip over T's,
R's and Q's is so delightful.

You forget your U's sometimes.

I'll be right back.

Jamie, why are you leaving me?

Why are you leaving me here all alone?

Yes, this whole thing
really has been very humbling.

Humbling's not the word one uses
to describe a good screwing, William.

- I would agree with you traditionally.
- And untraditionally?

- You're gonna think it's silly.
- You're like a chick with this shit.

WILLIAM: Okay. Okay.

So a few days ago,
after a particularly, uh...

- Conscience-clearing shtup?
- Shtup?

Look at you, six months working
in the financial sector,

and already with the "shtup."
Yeah.

So after that,
I was lying in bed and...

The face of God appeared to me.

Humbling indeed!

- See, I knew you'd...
- Okay, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I mean, he... He had gained
a few pounds, no question,

but I could tell it was him.
Definitely God.

William, come on,

you were clearly experiencing
a sexlucinatory episode.

A what?

It happens when you push the brain
past its euphoric threshold

from, you know,
all the bonkers sex you've been having,

and as a reward, one true morsel
of the universe is revealed.

Quit trying to marginalize my miracle.

Interesting that
yours was religious-themed.

You must be feeling anxious
about something.

Only while I'm awake.

Mine usually come through
wild animals, bulls, mustangs,

anything with powerful hind legs.

It's quite nice. I've been having them
since I was fourteen.

Don't you think that's a little young?

A second ago
you didn't know what it was,

and now you're
sexlucination-shaming me?

Your questionable journey to
womanhood aside, my thing was not that.

- My thing was real.
- Right.

And what was Jamie's reaction,

when the very real face of the Lord
appeared over your sex-stained sheets?

[EXHALES SHARPLY]
She didn't see it.

No kidding?

If you must know, she was outside
spitting my load over the balcony.

- All class, that one.
- Uh-huh.

But did God have anything
important to say? Any wisdom to impart?

I don't know. Wasn't
really paying attention.

Well, sure.
You're a busy guy.

But do you want to know
the best part of this whole situation?

Tell me.
Tell me the best part.

When I mentioned to Bondurant

about all the life-upending
sex Jamie and I are having,

it only makes him want her more.

- No!
- Yes!

You're telling me this phenomenon
is self-sustaining?

I'm afraid it just might be.

Hmm. Never even occurred to me
to play back into it...

We're on the frontier, Mitzi.

There is no primer here.

[SIRENS BLARING DISTANT]

[WHEEZES]

Hello.

Hello. Are you the on-call
psychiatric resident?

Yep.

If you don't mind me saying,
you look quite young.

No, I can count to this many.

I'm sorry, Doctor. I didn't mean
to question your experience.

- No need to be condescending.
- So, what's the matter?

Well, I seem to have lost my blow.

- [BLOWS]
- Yes, exactly!

Something so simple. So basic.

So fundamental to my being
and I've lost it.

Gone. In the wind,
so to speak.

Where did you have it last?

Well, if we're being completely honest,

I'm not sure I truly ever had it.

Oh, sure, some would say being
named first chair trumpet

to the Manitoban High School
Provincial Orchestra

was quite the accomplishment,
but who are we kidding?

- [LAUGHS]
- Harsh, Doctor.

- I'm sorry.
- No, no, you're right to laugh.

This is the city. The big time.

And I'm just another
struggling musician,

who can't even blow his way
to a gig at The Rex.

Why?

[EXHALES SHARPLY]
I don't know.

Lately I've been missing something.

- Feeling out of sorts.
- Why?

I've been lying to my girlfriend.

- Gross!
- Yes!

It's disgusting
and I hate myself for it.

Do you kiss her?

I supposed I could be
more affectionate.

Lying is bad.
You shouldn't do that.

Sometimes it's not as simple
as do or do not.

There are other factors to consider.

- Milk?
- Oh, no. Thank you.

- I wouldn't want to impose...
- Drink it.

Well, I really only allow
myself skim after midnight.

But I suppose a sip would be fine.

- Hmm.
- Better?

- Perhaps a little.
- See? Told you.

[GASPS]

Are you trying to say
that I'm being selfish, Doctor?

That in order to cure
my conscience unwellness,

I need to share the truth with Mitzi?

- With my friends?
- Mmm.

BONDURANT: But what if
I reveal the true Bondurant,

and they don't like what they see?

What if I don't like what I see?

Oh, surely I'm not the first 23-year-old
to supplement his own narrative.

I mean, where's the harm in that...

- Stop!
- Stop? Stop what?

Stop being such a pussy, Bondurant.

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

WOMAN: There you are!

Sorry about this.

My babysitter went home with the flu.

I hope she didn't bother you.

No, no, of course not.

She's a very bright little girl.

WOMAN: [CHUCKLES] Are you
going to give Mommy her coat back?

Okay.

Okay, Mr. Smit.

You're saying you have
some respiratory issues?

Yeah, it feels like a hiccup but
it's like my entire body is burping.

Does that make sense?

Yeah, it feels like
I'm sneezing from the inside,

and all of my organs are orange.

Does that make sense?

[INDISTINCT CHATTER
ON HOSPITAL PA]

So? What's the verdict?

- Hmm?
- Are you long for the world?

Yes. I suppose I am.

Well, what did the psychiatrist say...

- Stress!
- Stress?

Another graduate of the "Dem Bones"
School of Medicine, no doubt.

"The thoracic diaphragm's
connected to the lung tissue

"The lung tissue's connected
to the motor cortex"

And so on.

Trying to insist
that a part of something

is the whole something.

- How wonderfully synecdochic.
- This is good news, Bondurant.

No, this is shoddy journalism, Jamie.

You've been pushing yourself
pretty hard lately.

The direction of impalation
is not material.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Like, ten percent of the time.

I fear my malady is
more profound, deeper

than modern medicine
is capable or interested in mining.

Maybe you just need to
ease up on yourself a bit.

There is no ease handy for sufferers
of my particular affliction.

No, I ail in the most
concerning way possible.

And how's that?

Metaphysically.

Okay, I'm sorry, Bondurant,

but how exactly does one
ail metaphysically?

My fundamental nature of being
is in poor condition.

Is that so?

I'm afraid it's impossible
to say for certain.

Can't tell if you're being
serious right now.

There is nothing of
greater seriousness!

Okay. Do you want me to
get the doctor again?

I don't need a physician.
I need a metaphysician.

Well, I think they all
went home for the night but...

- [GROANING]
- A nice walk might be helpful.

[GROANING]

Can you vouch for its curative punch?

Yes.

[WHISPERS] "Quit being
such a pussy, Bondurant."

[INHALES SHARPLY]
All right, then...

I'll brave it.

- Oh!
- Oh. Oh.

- My, my, my...
- Oh, my.

? Chilling guitar ?

[SIGHS]

So,

what are you doing
for Thanksgiving this year?

Think Bondurant's gonna
invite me to Manitoba.

WILLIAM: Wow.

Really?

He's been dropping little hints.

Hints?

Well, he mentioned the other day

he doesn't like leaving his dad
alone for the holidays,

said it's been a while since he's home.

Plus, there was a dead turkey
on the hood of my car this morning.

Although, that last one
could be work-related.

Does Jamie know yet?

No?

Sorry, dude.

Jesus. She's going to be so...

Something. She's gonna be
so very something.

I better moisturize my dick
tonight in preparation.

Got some coconut body butter
in my room.

- Thank God.
- Yeah, next time you see him.

- At your feet.
- Hmm.

That strand's been making me paranoid.

Do you think we should have sex?

[COUGHING]

Thought about it.

Well, don't keep a girl in suspense.

Of course it would be satisfying,
you know, on a revenge sort of level.

Honey, it'd be satisfying
on a cosmic sort of level.

Yes. Yes, I get it.
You're quite the hellcat.

Damn straight.

The way I figure it,
we've found a balance.

A little sliver,

a tear in the space-
relationship continuum,

and where the shame and
derision for our circumstance

has been exactly offset
by our revengatory response.

Your life up there is
quite a high-wire act, huh?

WILLIAM: Hmm.

MITZI: I mean, it is pretty
cool what we've done here,

taking advantage of
a bad situation like this.

No, no, that's exactly it.
We're not taking advantage.

- We're taking equal.
- And you think by fucking each other

we'd be tipping the scales?

There's only a fixed amount
of happiness in this world, Mitzi...

Don't spit my doctrines back at me.

What if I don't give a shit?

Bondurant did theoretically
break my heart.

What's wrong with
getting a little payback?

You want to know
what separates comedy from tragedy?

MITZI: In comedy
you laugh at misfortune.

In tragedy you kill the comedian.

[CHUCKLES] Hubris.

We gotta be smart, stay grounded,

only milk this for
what we absolutely need.

- Sex puppet and a dinner date?
- Exactly.

This is nice, William,
being cuckolded with you.

And cuckqueaned.

You know it won't last forever, right?

??

Yes, I do know that.

MITZI: Eventually the truth
will come out.

And when it does,

don't you want to have
some ammunition to fire back with?

I guess I just want to do this
for a little bit longer.

Deal.

I'm sorry you're gonna miss
your audition today.

Might be for the best.

The gig was to play Reveille
every morning at an insane asylum.

That's grim, Bondurant.

Thank you again for staying with me.

[CLICKS TONGUE] You know,
I always got your six, homie.

Yes, I do know that.

Good morning.

I'm not in love with you!

- What?
- I don't love you.

I'm sorry! It's not
that you're unlovable,

even though William
and I don't love you,

and it has nothing to do
with your breasts.

Well, not a lot to do with
your breasts, I suppose.

But, you see, the thing is...

I love Mitzi.

And I used you to make her jealous!

I dragged you into this
and it was unfair of me

to give you hope like that,
but I did it anyway and I'm sorry!

It's okay, Bondurant.
Just don't let it happen again.

Because your heart can't handle it?

Yeah.

I meant what I said,

your breasts really
are adequate, perhaps

a bit off-skewed if
I'm on an honesty kick, but...

No, that's enough.

And you should tell Mitzi
what you just told me.

I bet she'd be happy.

Even if I never get my blow back?

Don't worry, Bondurant.

One way or another,
everyone gets their blow back.

Huh.

Hah!

Oh!

- [DISTANT ROOSTER CROWING]
- [BIRDS CHIRPING]

[GRUNTS]
Heya, kiddo!

Albert? You're alive!

Nah, I ain't.

I'm your sexlucinatory episode.

What? I don't understand.

Bondurant's rehearsing tonight
and how could I be...

[MUSIC] Mitzi!
Where the hell are my pants?

- Oh, no!
- Oh, yeah!

But how? I thought we agreed
not to tip the scales.

Shouldn't have given him
that coconut body butter for his dick.

Might as well have been K-Y.

Okay, well, so what?

It serves Jamie and Bondurant right.

Why? What did they do?

What'd they do? What do you mean,
"What'd did they do?"

You told me what they did.
You told me you saw them having sex.

Oh, that's right.

I forgot I said that.

That was a lie.

- What?
- Yeah. Made all that shit up.

Those magic beans
are not to be trifled with.

Oh, my God, what have I done?

How graphic would you like me to get?

Hold on.

If Jamie and Bondurant
aren't cheating...

If they don't feel guilty,

why are they being so good to us?

You ever think maybe they
just really like you guys?

No. No. No, no.

That's... That's impossible.

Bondurant is in love with
Jamie. He said so himself.

Pig Jesus! He was just
trying to make you jealous.

You always act so damn cavalier.

I am not cavalier.

I'm a very open and
loving and warm person.

You're emotionally stunted, Mitzi.

Probably because you've
been having these damn

sexlucinations since you were 14

instead of crying to your mama
about your popped cherry

like every other
normal fuckin' teenager.

So you're telling me I have
a fantastic boyfriend who loves me?

Yeah.

- And I just screwed his best friend.
- Yeah.

Probably no way for me
to walk this back, huh?

Unlikely.

Now, if we're done with your thing,

I need to see a pond about some ducks.

[SQUEALS]
Fuckin' bipeds...

[WHISPERS]
Albert...

William?

- Oh, hey!
- What are you doing here?

Mitzi called me.

Said she needed me
to crush a spider for her.

You mean that spider?

- Not funny.
- [LAUGHS] Sure it was.

You laugh, but you should be
proud to have a boyfriend

that's biologically programmed
to fear spiders.

- Fawn.
- WILLIAM: I'm serious.

Those big, brave cavemen

all you women are always
going on about...

None of them were afraid
of spiders, and now where are they?

You're a miracle of evolution.

- Better believe it.
- So, seriously,

what are you doing here?

I dunno. Wasn't really getting
any writing done,

thought I'd go looking
for some inspiration.

Aw. Lucky me.

So, uh, what'd you do tonight?

Uh, well, the orphanage
I grew up in burned down...

What? That's horrible.

No, it's fine.
I ditched the evidence.

Saw Bondurant for a bit, too...

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, he's having some
trouble blowing himself.

- Must have an audition tomorrow.
- Ah, the poor guy.

He really gets into
his own head sometimes.

You hear he was thinking about
bringing Mitzi home for Thanksgiving?

- No. I didn't know that.
- Yeah.

Strange, though.

I think I'm actually a little jealous.

Jealous?

It's tough for me.

Knowing that my own boyfriend
can never bring me home

now that his family disowned him.

- [LAUGHS] How did you even...
- Danny called me.

- Wanted to make sure you're okay.
- I'm fine.

My mom doesn't have a lot
of drama in her life so,

every few months she likes
to create it in mine.

She still seeing that shrink
five days a week?

- No. He tried to hang himself.
- Really?

Yeah, so she's only allowed
to see him once a week now.

Well, your brother told me
that I should take care of you. So...

That is the least sexy sex-transition
I've ever heard.

[UNZIPPING]

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JAMIE: Mmm...

Coconut.

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