All language subtitles for The Porter S01E02 1080p WEBRip x264-BAE (1)_track3_[eng]

Popsy:
I'll go broke when
they find out

That I'm supplying
a smuggler.

Bobby:
Fifty bottles a run,
grown-up money.

Maybe it's time we get
in the union then.

Ice needs a reload now!

Henry:
The ccr handbook's firm on
that being a six man job, sir.

Junior:
Henry!

Marlene:
The association's
gonna have to step up

And cover his
funeral costs.

Eli:
Our resources are
stretched thin as it is.

Marlene:
There's nothing
wrong with my boy.

(smooth dramatic jazz)

Zeke:
Spoke to the big boss,

I think he knows
about kinmel.

Franklin:
I don't want that
kind of girl.

I want to know what
kind of girl you are.

Corrine:
You think I'm out front

Just because I'm cream
and you're coffee.

Randolph:
Unions are not based
upon race lines

But upon class lines.

I'm sorry junior.

(men grunting)

(pummeling)

(intense ominous music)

(zeke screams loudly)

(intense ominous music)

(bombs booming)
(muffled yelling)

They're getting closer, man.

(artillery booms)
(muffled yelling)

Junior:
They're getting closer.

(artillery booms)
(muffled yelling)

Andrew thomas:
(muffled) eeny. (banging)

Meeny. (banging)

Miny. (banging)

Mo!

(banging echoes)

(car rumbles)
(ominous music)

Andrew thomas:
(muffled) eeny.

Meeny.

Miny.

Mo.

(soft classical piano music)

♪

(junior softly grunts)

This is what you do when a man
gets the better of you, huh?

(fists pummel)
(junior softly grunts)

That's that neanderthal
brain takin' over.

Hey!

Either help me or
shut the fuck up!

Man:
He dead now.

(piano bench scrapes floor)

Queenie:
Porter man,

You and your booze
breaking hustle's

Been nothing but
a bother to me.

(junior gasps)

(soft ominous music)

You see, when you
fish in my water
mr. Massey,

It's money outta
my pocket.

(soft ominous music)

(junior coughs loudly)

Now it's time to pay up.

(upbeat jazz drums)

(soft chattering)

Randolph:
My apologies
for the burden.

My wife packs for every
improbable possibility.

Mr. Randolph, uh,
zeke garrett.

I saw you speak
last night-

And under
normal circumstances

I'd be only too happy to
chew the fat, as it were.

But after that warm
welcome from your police,

Getting back to harlem
holds a certain urgency.

Zeke:
Mr. Randolph, please.

We lost a good
man last week

Doing working he
wasn't meant to do.

Now these porters are
the only family I got.

You've been fighting for
workers longer than anyone.

I...

I don't even know
where to start.

Start by asking
a question.

If I wanna get the
porters into a union

That purposely
excludes them,

What's the first
thing I should do?

The great fear of
the white worker,

Is that our elevation
means their elimination.

Management feeds this
fear to keep them blind

To the power of a
unified workforce.

Find an ally on the other side,
but no small players.

Always go for the head.

Marlene:
Zeke!

Junior didn't
come home.

What you mean?

The last time I saw him
was at the funeral.

That's all right.

Dinger probably put
him on another run.

You know he always
gets word to me

If he's not
gonna get home.

Now if junior
was in a fix,

Don't you think
I'd know about it?

(soft suspenseful music)

I'm guessing it's a
short run to toronto.

Should be back in
about two hours.

I'm sure he's okay,
marlene.

(soft trumpet jazz)

♪

Queenie:
Forgive the formality.

I have strict rules about
bleeding on the furniture.

Do you know who I am?

I know you're in charge.

Do you drink porter?

Or do you just fix them
for important white folks?

I'd say I have a
talent for both.

Then I'll take
a gin rickey.

I'm not sure how I
should address you.

Miss queenie
would be wise.

Do you know how many women
there are in my position?

Capone and nitti run
their whores and hooch,

But know to keep to
their side of the street.

So when an upstart porter

Comes smuggling booze
without my say so,

Well you can imagine the
problem that creates for me.

Of course you can't.

Men put a few
holes in the lid

And think they do the trapped
pretty things a favour.

Miss queenie, I had
no idea any of this

Was touching your territory.

And now you do.

Which means the only
business that remains

Is how you plan to
make this right.

Take out some
for your tax.

And a little extra
for the trouble.

Queenie:
Believe it or not porter,

Booze comes cheap
around here.

Disrespect,
now that's what costs.

This one in particular will
take another three hundred.

Miss queenie, I barely
cleared a hundred.

How am I supposed
to clear three?

Nothing harder
than easy money.

(door opens)

Queenie:
Bobby and I are
distant relatives.

So for the sake of
family relations,

We'll work his
debt out in time.

You, however,
have one week.

The particulars are
not my problem.

(soft dramatic music)

I'm so sorry
about this jun,

I never thought she
would find out.

But that woman got eyes
in the back of her head,

On the side,
I don't know where else,

But them all evil.

But that don't mean our
arrangement's gotta end-

Fuck you, bobby!

Fuck you.

(soft dramatic music)

♪

(humming)

Bernice:
It's not enough I have
my own work to do,

You're always sneaking
out and leaving me yours?

Madame nadeau hired
two maids, not one.

I'm sorry, mama.
(baby cries loudly)

Bernice:
It's okay, baby,
it's okay.

Popsy called rehearsal
last minute.

Bernice:
It's okay precious,
enough fussing.

We don't wanna
wake your mama.

She needs her rest.

From what?

She never lifts a finger.

You oughta kiss the
ground that woman walk on

Taking in an
alleycat like you.

Black as coal and
half as smart.

Do you think you can
just shake and shimmer

Your way into something?

Life don't work
that way lucinda.

Lucy:
Well there's no harm
in trying is there?

Bernice:
Well sometimes harm
and opportunity

Look like the same thing.

Believe you me,
I know.

Who's my beautiful baby?

Yes you are.

Come here.

♪ come little leaves,
said the wind one day

♪ over the meadows
with me and play

♪ put on your dresses
of red and gold

♪ summer is gone and
the days grow cold ♪

(bernice softly hums)

Popsy:
And third,

You do not speak
to mr. Johnson

Unless you are spoken to.

The man writes
hits in his head

Every hour of
every single day.

You mess with that,
you cost him money.

You cost him money,
you cost me money.

And if you cost me money,

Well then your ass
is out that door.

You understand me?

Good.

Let's get to work.

Come on!

Who's this johnson?

Willie johnson.

Top sax man
outta new orleans,

Played with henderson
and everything.

Got a review heading
'cross country.

Rumour is he's looking
for a dancer to go along.

Well, consider me gone.

Be very careful
what you wish for.

(ominous music)
(train rumbling)

Alright.

(revolver softly spinning)
(soft ominous music)

(muffled yelling)

Going somewhere?

Yeah, on a rescue mission
to save your dumb ass.

Hey junior, what the
hell is goin' on?

I'm here trying to fix
things with the ccr

So we don't lose
another brother,

And here you come-

I need your help zeke.

With what exactly?

Just help me now and
ask me later, alright?

Come on.

Let's get you home.

(door creaks open)

I know.
I made you worry.

(in patois) I run into a
likkle trouble on a run,

But it's all under
control now.

Don't you dare slick talk
me like I'm some stranger.

I'm your wife junior,

I'm owed the truth.

Had some business in
chicago that went sideways.

Sideways how?

The day you got on your knees
and asked me to marry you,

I said "yes" on
three conditions.

That you would
never do anything

To make me hang my
head before my god,

My child or
my community.

And I haven't, I swear.

(soft ominous jazz music)

Well I guess everything's
alright then.

(soft ominous jazz music)

♪

(door slams)

(soft blues music)

♪

♪

♪

So what fancy-pantsy
railroad job you got anyhow?

Does that matter to you?

What my title is?

Honestly, I could care less.

Senior executive.
Plain and simple.

Franklin edwards,

Senior executive
of cc rail.

You know,
when I'm with you,

I feel like I could be
just about anything.

(soft blues music)

(watch ticking)

Mr. Moschel.

Sir, my name is
zeke garrett.

I'm a sleeping car
porter with the ccr.

I was just wondering if I could
have a minute of your time, sir.

Sorry son,
I got a meeting.

Mr. Moschel.

Mr. Moschel!
-Hey!

I just want a word with
the head of the union.

Alright then.
Moschel: Let's go!

(soft dramatic music)

♪

(women softly chatter)

Nice watch.

I saw one like
that in new york.

(eli whistles)

Actually, my husband won
it for me in a card game.

So he's a gambler.

I didn't realize we were
here to discuss my jewelry.

(sighs) let me be frank,
sister massey.

You stole money
from our coffers.

One has to wonder if this
chapter's low collection numbers

Aren't a sign of
something else at work.

I diverted money towards
henry's funeral.

If you require my
resignation I understand.

But if you're looking
at those numbers

As closely as I suspect,

I think you'll find
that gwen and I

Tend to bring in
the lion's share.

Well it's no wonder
my predecessor

Gave you the
run of things.

Clearly I've been squandering
your fundraising talents.

(soft chattering)

Hey marlene.

Marlene:
Hey winchester.

How you doing?

Good, I was hoping
to catch gwen.

Gwen!

Marlene:
Are you two trying again?

Winn, what are you
hollerin' for?

You know, I gotta get down
to the hardware store.

Be nice.

She did it for henry.

See ya, mar.

Bye.

Eli is pulling us off
our regular route.

He seems to think that
we can do just as well

On de bullion street.

Gwen:
De bullion street?

You had no right taking
those collections!

After everything the unia
has done for this community,

The library,
the scholarships.

And last month eli
sent our collections

To head office for
the defence fund.

How come he gets to decide
what we put our money to?

Because he's the man brother
garvey put in charge here!

You need to apologize
to him, marlene.

We've worked too hard for you
to put pride before position.

I am not gonna
apologize to that man

For doing right by henry.

(soft dramatic music)

(train rumbling)

Studebaker's up
four and a quarter.

(light playful music)

(coins clinking)

Hmm.

(light playful music)

We got a bank
drop in detroit?

Glenford:
No cash jesse james,
strictly bonds and bookkeepin'.

Junior:
If a fellah were to liberate
some of those bonds,

How fast could
you cash 'em out?

Pretty quick.

I got a man in-

No, no, no, now that
ain't gonna work.

Dinger logs the
bags in his book.

He changes the combination
to his safe every week too.

Why don't y'all let
me worry about that.

I just need your help
getting that book.

It's goin' be aight.

(soft suspenseful music)

Dinger:
Oh!

I'm so sorry!

Dinger:
Son of a-

What's that stench?

Oh, that's pu'erh tea.

Private car guests,
they insist upon it.

I'm so sorry, sir.

Dinger:
Thanks.

Ugh.

Zeke:
No need to worry, sir.

(sniffs)

Mmm.

I got a few tricks
that'll have you smellin'

Like roses in no time.

But in the meantime,

I'll see if I can't find
you another jacket,

Ah, 42 regular if
I'm not mistaken.

(suspenseful music)

Alright.

(suspenseful music)

Got 'em.

(suspenseful music swells)

♪

Your paper, sir.

(suspenseful music)

♪

(soft woodwind jazz)

Junior:
Nine, 37, 12, 42, shit,
what's the last number?

12, 42, 12, 42,

9, 37, 12, 42.
9, 37, 12, 42.

(soft blues music)

♪

(door knocking)

(suspenseful music)

♪

(train whistle toots)
(junior softly mumbles)

Tommy:
Shit.

Miller's jacket needs
a quick cleaning up.

This company give you
a different rule book

Than the rest of us?

Because mine says niggers
aren't allowed in this kitchen.

(soft dramatic music)

♪

Can't move unless
your feet do.

Took me long enough
to break you in,

I'm too old and tired to
start over with someone else.

(upbeat rhythmic music)

♪

(soft piano accordion jazz)

(singing in foreign language)

(laughing and chattering)

(singing in foreign language)

(laughing and chattering)

(singing in foreign language)

♪

(train bell softly clangs)

(singing in foreign language)

Marlene:
Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Can I interest
you in donating

To the united negro
improvement association?

Gwen:
Marlene.

Marlene!

We need to get
out of here.

None of these folks
are gonna donate

To anything besides
their own vices.

I am not gonna give
eli the satisfaction

Of knowing his
punishment worked.

When this is full,
I'll leave.

Fay:
Shiiit, is it Sunday already?

Who let these preachers in?

Marlene:
Hi, my is marlene,

I am with united negro
improvement association.

Could I interest
you in donating

To uplift our lives and our
community, miss, miss, uh-

It's fayanna.

Fay.

And my community
ain't in africa.

Whores got brains too.

So when I hear somebody

Trying to sell me on a better
life across the ocean,

Or in glory,

I gotta ask myself,

What is so bad about the
life they've got, hm?

You alright?

Fay:
Mais oui, marlene.

I'd be a lot better if
it wasn't so goddamn hot

In here all the time but,
I'm mighty fine.

Larry herman:
There she is!

Uh oh! Hold the horses!

(fay squeals)

Fay:
How is my boston baby?

Well I'm good,
much better now.

Oh, the door is open.

The door is open!

Larry herman:
Yeah it is!

Fay:
Get your butt up there!
Naughty, naughty!

Larry herman:
Alright!

Okay, buh-bye marlene and?

Gwen, gwendolyn.

Gwendolyn, oh.
See y'all!

(fay laughs)

Fay: C'mon.
-I'm gonna kick your ass!

(fay and larry laugh)

You think it's
hot in here?

Hot?

I can barely
feel my fingers.

Let's just go.

(fay softly giggling)

Mikey:
Oh shit!

(intense drum music)

(intense drum music swells)

(gauges click)

(ominous music)

♪

Zeke:
Almost done mr. Miller.

Just a little fraying on
some of these stitches here.

I gotta get out there.

I have a schedule to keep

And you have
passengers to wait on.

Well that's true.

Now I just thought, well,

If mr. Edwards pays you
another surprise visit,

I'd hate for anything
to be out of place, sir.

Mikey:
Mr. Miller!

You've gotta get
everyone off this train!

Dinger:
Everyone off the train?

What are you doing
on the damn train?

The water tank's on empty.

If we don't refill now
the engine's gonna blow.

What the hell are you
standing there for?

Back it up to the tower and
fill up the fucking tank!

Mikey:
We're a man short,

Everyone's still on break.

Well, tell me what you need.

(soft chattering)

Announcer:
Ladies and gentlemen,

We apologize for
the inconvenience.

We will have you back
on the train shortly.

(tense dramatic music)

Mikey:
Coal's loaded up,

But we ain't outta
the woods yet.

That boiler's still
hotter than hell!

How'd that valve
get opened anyway?

This look like a good
time for questions to you?

(tense dramatic music)

(suspenseful trumpet jazz)

♪

(soft mumbling)
(suspenseful trumpet jazz)

(intense piano music)

Garrett, five minutes
till boarding!

Sir, I-I don't think
we can go ahead-

Five minutes!

(intense piano music)

(soft mumbling)
(intense bass and trumpet jazz)

Dinger:
Ladies and gentlemen,
thank you for your patience.

Please take your seats.

(intense bass and trumpet jazz)

(soft mumbling)
(safe clicking)

Come on!

(suspenseful jazz music)

♪

Ladies and gentlemen,

Thank you for your patience.

We will be on
our way shortly.

(suspenseful jazz music)

(jazz trumpet spiralling)

(safe clicks)

Oh yeah, baby.

(soft acoustic guitar strums)

(train rumbles)
(soft jazz trumpet music)

♪

♪

Ool.

Double shot for you.

(soft chattering and laughing)

(in patois) wha'happen,
you don't like rum?

Come on, man,
let's get you a drink.

Come here.

Are you crazy?

You asked me to help you
get dinger's notebook,

Next thing I know you're nearly
blowin' up the damn train!

I think we at the point

Where you tell me what the
hell is going on, junior.

Aight.

Remember that summer cops
rode the trains to chicago?

They were pullin'
more bodies out the
river than fish

And there was that woman,

Never saw a day in
jail for any of them.

Hold on, you owe that
money to the queen?

Well, she prefers queenie.

And I promise I didn't
know what was goin' on

Till I knew what
was goin' on.

Truth is, sometimes
you pull the tail,

You get the whole head.

My man.

Wait!

(soft chattering and laughing)

(white workers
softly cheering)

All right.

Tommy:
Did you hear somebody
ring a bell, porter?

I just thought we
should celebrate.

Steven:
Celebrate what?

Zeke:
Well I guess moschel was
waiting till your next meeting

To let y'all know.

He's making a motion to
vote us into the union.

(zeke chuckles)

Zeke:
Boy, I sure am looking
forward to working

In that kitchen
with you fellas.

Especially you.

(zeke chuckles)

(bottle shatters)

(tommy laughs)

(grunting)
(steven punches zeke)

(men grunting)

Steven:
Come here!

(grunting)

(in patois) wha'happen?
You good?

Hey, hey!
-Okay, okay, okay.

You sure you wanna
do that, huh?

Tommy:
All right.

Come on, man,
we all friends, right?

Aight, come on.

Cross that line again
and we'll kill you,

You hear me?

(laughing)

See you at the
next meetin'!

(zeke laughs)

You wanna tell me what the
hell that was all about?!

Well, it's like
you just said:

Sometime you gotta pull
the tail to get the head.

Come on, man,
that boy crazy!

Somebody get this
boy a drink!

Come on!

Yes, sir.
-Gimme a toast!

Give me a little
something of that!

Porters!

(in unison) porters!

(cheering)
(uplifting piano jazz music)

(bright jazz music)

♪

(muffled crashing)

Franklin:
You fucking liar!

(muffled arguing)

Franklin:
I know you fucking did it!
I know you fucking did it!

Lucy:
Franklin!

Franklin, what's going-

Lance! Lance!
Lance, let go of him.

Better keep a hold of
that fool, lance.

You think my father
won't hear about this?

Think he won't shut
this shit hole down?

You call whoever you want.

But boy, he better
get here quick.

Hey hey, what the
hell did you do?

Franklin:
I won that last hand.

The only reason they're trying
to cheat me is because of my-

Cheat you?
Yeah, you fucking cheat!

Lance:
No, no, no, no, no!

These people, they hear
that I'm an edwards

And they think that
I'm their ticket.

I'll get him outta
your hair, popsy.

Just, just let me
take care of it.

Show starts in
less than an hour.

I'll make curtain.

Besides, I can do
corrine's set in my sleep.

Come on, come on.

Winchester:
And don't forget where
you at, daddy's boy.

(tense jazz music)

♪

What's the number?

Zero.

See that red line?

It's a bank mark for disposal
and it's on every bond we got.

What's that mean, glenford?

Means we can get
more for that barrel

Than all the bonds
in your hand.

Almost blew up the
goddamn train for this.

(lighter clinks)

Glenford:
I'm sorry, junior.

(soft ominous jazz music)

So what now, jun?

Junior:
The bonds may be useless
but the numbers aren't.

(soft ominous jazz music)

Popsy:
Here is king of
the crescent city,

Willie johnson!

(crowd cheers and applauds)

(upbeat brass band jazz)

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

Changed the routine, bitch.

(upbeat brass band jazz)

♪

♪

♪

♪

(cheers and applause)

(ominous music)

(suspenseful music)

♪

♪

(muffled music)
(singing in french)

Fay:
Don't go messin' up
those nails, frisky.

Nancy:
(giggles) I'll use my feet.

(singing in french)

(muffled chatter and laughing)

Man:
Like that, huh?

(woman softly laughs)

So, what should we discuss

Of his majesty
marcus garvey today?

His failed back
to africa scheme?

Or the folly of
his theology-

I think you're a diabetic.

What?

Marlene:
I've been doing some reading

And it seems to fit
all of the symptoms.

What symptoms?

Marlene:
Your profuse sweating-

I sweat.

I'm enthusiastic in my work.

How about how you get
dizzy going up the stairs,

The way you drink water
like you're dying of thirst?

I grow some herbs at
home to dry and boil.

Seems to help steady
some of the symptoms.

Drink a cup three
times a day.

If you start to
feel some relief

Then we know that we're
barking up the right tree.

I'll check on you
in a few days.

(in french) sure you will.

(in french) until next time.

(singing in french)

(muffled chattering)

(soft accordion
and piano music)

(singing in french)

♪

♪

Ncement)

(people softly chattering)

Moschel:
You and I need a word.

I thought we might.

You wanna tell me why
you started a riot

With my men on some
bullshit story?

Everybody feels the way the
wind's blowin' out there.

Phone operators
walked off the job.

Drivers, now firemen.

Moschel:
And?

We have nearly 250 sleeping
car porters in montreal alone.

If we were one union,

How could this railway
do anything less

Than answer our
every demand?

I see your point, I just
don't see how it involves me.

Zeke:
Well, you're head
of the union.

But I didn't write
the charter.

And the union charter
says whites only.

Can't you change it?

Look, don't you
think I'm tired

Of edwards pinching pennies so
hard it cuts our circulation?

But understand something, uh-

Zeke.

Zeke. All your little stunt
did was rile up workers

Who can't do
anything for you.

You have to go to the
labour board in ottawa.

They're the ones with the sway
to change things for everybody.

If I did that,
went to ottawa,

I'd have your backing?

If you can get the
charter changed,

Then we can talk backing.

(coins clinking)

(soft dramatic music)

♪

Queenie:
That don't look much like
three hundred dollars,

Now does it?

Just look like gambling
numbers to me.

What if I could make
you more than I owe?

Thanks, but I've got
my own numbers game.

Now if you wanna put yours
in for the next draw-

You can bring bettors
in by the hundreds,

But I can bring 'em
in by the thousands.

Not in montreal you can't.

Junior:
I'm not talkin'
about a city.

I'm talking about
an entire network

That plays both sides
of the borders.

Let me use the trains
to run numbers for you.

I'll triple your payback
inside a month.

(in patois) nothing permanent,
just a likkle pay and part ways.

You think I
need a partner?

I think you need a man

That knows every
vein of them trains.

And, I think if I gotta
spend the rest of my life

Bowing and smiling people
rather spit in my face

Than see me as human,

Then killing me
would be a kindness.

And what would you do if
you were in my position,

Mr. Massey?

If I had what you got,

I'd buy my son a piano

So he wouldn't have to
play on a piece of wood.

Hustler with a
heart of gold, huh?

What's a heart if it's
not for your family?

We can have anatomy
lesson another time,

Today it's economics.

Three hundred dollars today-

I don't have it today.

I'm pretty sure I won't
have it tomorrow.

So if you ain't ready
to take this number-

What makes you think that
you'd even make it to tomorrow?

(ominous music swells)

Queenie:
Get out.

(ominous music swells)

♪

(train clacks)

(women laughing)

Dancer:
Okay, you know,
I gotta go stretch.

Dancer 2:
Oh, me too, hold up.

I can't find my headband!

Girl, how you always
losing everything?

Franklin:
What do you think?

Good enough to go on the
road with you and willie?

Lucy:
I ain't going nowhere,
franklin.

He chose corrine.

What? Why?

Why wouldn't he?

She changed the routine while I
was off dealing with your fit.

I looked like a damn fool!

I'm sorry, alright.

You need to leave,
mr. Senior executive.

Lucy, I-

I could get you
a headlining gig.

Sure.

Then maybe you can
snap your fingers

And make me blonde
with blue eyes.

I'm being serious.

Alright, I have some friends,

Some old friends
from prep school.

They hold a salon
every few weeks,

It brings some very
important people to town.

I can make some inquiries.

I-I wouldn't lie about
something like this, lucy-mae!

This-this opportunity
was made for you.

Well, it would be the first
thing in life that was.

Look, you should go.

Popsy sees you here,
I'm fired.

Lance sees you here,
you're dead.

I'll see you soon.

(soft piano music)

♪

♪

(thunder softly rumbling)
(pensive piano music)

(thunder softly rumbling)
(pensive piano music)

(thunder loudly crashing)
(zeke screams loudly)

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Andrew thomas:
Eeny, meeny,

Miny, mo!

Catch a nigger by the toe!

If he hollers
make him pay...

Twenty dollars every day.

(muffled gunfire)
(ominous music swells)

Eeny,

Meeny,

Miny,

Mo!

(muffled gunfire)
(ominous music swells)

(blade clinking)

(door softly banging)
(ominous music swells)

(ominous music swells)

(muffled banging)
(ominous music swells)

(muffled banging)

Marlene:
Is that someone
at the door?

Shh!

Hey.

Junior, how on earth
can we afford a piano?

It's a sideways
situation gone straight.

Come on, baby,
the boy's got talent.

We can't just let
it go to waste.

Come on teddy,

Let's go make some space
for your new piano.

(soft ominous music)

(soft haunting piano music)

♪