All language subtitles for Superstore (2015) - S06E10 - Depositions (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 Silence)_track4_[eng]

- Okay, those of you
who were working

the day that Carol was
electrocuted by the robot,

you're gonna be deposed
by Carol's lawyer today.

- Now, Cloud 9's lawyer
will also be present.

He advises we answer
every question honestly

but try and downplay
their liability.

So, feel free to get creative
walking that perjury line.

- How much is Cloud 9
gonna have to pay Carol?

- Oh, I heard about a guy
who got his butt sliced off

when a shelf fell.

Voop! 10 million.

- What?
- No, no--

[all murmuring]
- Dang, that's a nice payday.

- I'm sorry--a guy got
his butt sliced off,

and we didn't hear about it
in the news?

- Wait, so Carol could get
$10 million?

- [laughing]
Okay. That makes sense.

T-the world makes sense.

- She'll be able to do that
thing where you buy a car

and you just drive it once.

Like, when you get to
where you're going,

you just toss the keys
to whoever and leave.

- No, she's the kinda person

who'd blow it all
on exotic animals,

then die broke in the bathroom
of a Red Robin.

- Carol, you can probably
just go start your shift now.

- No, I'm good.

Is this what today's
gonna be like,

everyone talking about me?

God, I'm gonna hate this!

[upbeat music]

♪

- You're looking at a boot?

You're not a boot guy.
- [huffs] I know.

Everyone knows that.

But I'm just seeing
what's out there, because...

someone's getting their
ankle monitor off today!

- Oh, my God, Mateo,
that's huge!

- I know, right?
Girl, it has sucked!

Feeling like a criminal
every time I tied my shoes...

- Ooh! Why not get yourself
some capri pants, too,

so you can show off
your ankle?

- I'd rather go back to jail.

- Excuse me.

Can you help me find
Carol Malloon?

I'm her attorney,
Hannah Connelly?

- Well, hear this.

Carol's gonna do everything
she can to pin this on me,

but if she wants to
make this ugly,

I will drag it
all the way to hell!

- I think she's in floral.

On your left, just ahead
towards the register.

- Okay. Thank you.

Mateo, softly: Okay.

- Oh, hey, Glenn.

You're, uh, dripping something
green there, buddy.

- Ah! This is the third
stress ball

I blasted through today.

- Wow. Maybe today should be
more of a Koosh day for you.

- It's just these depositions.

You know,
lawyers make me anxious.

- It's nothing to worry about.
You know, maybe it would help

if we practiced a little bit.

- Oh, yeah, good idea. Okay.

So you be me,
and I'll be the lawyer.

- Uh, maybe you should be you.

- 'Cause I'll be me
in the deposition.

Okay. Good catch.

- Hey, Dina, did ya see?
Lazer Maze finally reopened.

- Yeah! Took 'em long enough.

What, one black light
falls on a kid,

and you have to close
for a year?

- Well, COVID...

- Oh, right. Well, listen.
We should go later tonight.

- Yeah. And there's that
Mediterranean place next door.

We could fuel up first.

I mean, if that's...cool.

- Why wouldn't it be?

Because of my views
on the Greeks?

- What? No.
I'm just trying to be good

about the boundaries
that you and Brian set up.

- Oh, no, it's not like a date.

As long as whatever we're doing
ends in sex,

it's like the laser tag
is just extended foreplay.

- Right. Foreplay
surrounded by teenagers

and cardboard aliens.

I been turned on by worse.
- Me, too.

- Okay, state your name
for the record.

- Glenn Sturgis.

Why are you writing that down?
That's the right answer.

- No, no, this is what lawyers
do--they might take notes.

But you can't let that
distract you.

- Oh, mind games!

Oh, okay, well,

sure, yeah--game on.

Check and mate.
Ohh...

- Sure. Also, they might
let a quiet moment hang

after you've answered
a question.

Silences are uncomfortable,

and so people
will try to fill them

and then end up saying more.

- Oh, okay. Got it.
No problem.

Ha. What is this?

Are you doing it now?

Are you mad at me?
Did you find out

that I accidentally hit your
car in the parking lot?

Because it was just a scratch!

You think you're so perfect,
you know?

Well, I used to have
a body like that once.

[huffs] So, you know,
so check out your future,

you fart face!

- Okay. So, some things
to work on.

[knocks twice]
- Hey, Mateo, it's Eugene.

This is what I look like
in a mask.

- Yeah, I can tell it's you.
Hi.

- I got a subpoena.

I guess 'cause the lawyers
think I'm Glenn's assistant

and wanna depose me?

- Oh, crap. Right.

- Don't worry.
I'm just gonna go in there

and explain our situation--
how, on paper, you know,

you still work in
the Vision Center

and I'm "Glenn's assistant."

- What? No.
Eugene, you can't.

Our arrangement
isn't exactly...above board.

Just...pretend
you're Glenn's assistant.

- But if I lie under oath,
they'll send me to jail.

- If you tell them the truth,
it's gonna ruin my whole life.

Please?

I'm supposed to get
my ankle monitor off today.

I might even be
a boot guy now.

- You're not a boot guy.
- People change!

Whatever.
You can't go in there.

- Well, I kinda have to
'cause of the subpoena,

but I'll them that you really
don't wanna be in trouble.

- Hey.

You gotta do what you
believe is right.

- Right.
- Why don't you stay here,

and I'll go see
if they're ready for you.

- Okay.

Eugene?
Did you lock me out?

- No! I didn't even
touch the door!

- Oh, no!

The door must be stuck!

- Hey, Dina,
Brett wants to go home

because of his sciatica?
Is that a real thing,

or is it like when
Isaac needed Friday off

for an appointment
with his Mandalorian?

- Hang on. What do you
think's going on

between Garrett and that woman?

- Uh ...don't know.
Looks like he's helping

some girl with a dead tree.

- Yeah, but it seemed like
she was laughing.

If anything, he should
be laughing at her

for that ridiculous return.

- Oh, my God.
Are you jealous?

- What? No, I'm dating Brian.

- I don't know.
You and Garrett

have been hanging out
a lot lately, so...

kinda feels like you guys
"like" like each other.

- No, we don't "like" like
each other

because we're not 12-year-olds
at archery camp.

We are adults
in a complex relationship

where I am the hinge
between a romantic primary

and a sexual secondary.

- I've never been a hinge
before.

Well, one time, the
exterminator walked in on us

and, like, kinda lingered,
but I guess that doesn't count.

- No. That's just
exterminators.

Jesus! What is this--

Ladies' Night
at Customer Service?

- On the day of the incident,

Glenn Sturgis
was floor supervisor.

- Yes, he was.

- To the best of your
knowledge,

did Mr. Sturgis make any
modifications to the robot?

- Uh, no, Glenn would never
do anything like that.

Glenn's a bit of a technophobe,
you know?

He keeps his radio dialed
to the Christmas station

all year round
'cause he's worried

he's not gonna be able
to find his way back.

- So it's your understanding

that he generally
avoided the robot.

- Oh, absolutely.

- So that would include
performing

the required maintenance
and software updates.

- Uh ...m sorry?

- That's the responsibility
of a floor supervisor.

- Oh, uh...huh.

I...[funny voice]
I did not know that.

- A skipped or improperly
performed update

could have resulted
in the electrocution

of my client, so...

- Yeah, well, I-I mean,
I'm sure Glenn

tried to do the updates.

[shaky inhale]

Thi--this is not like
to--to, you know,

fill the silence...
or whatever.

But just to say it,
shouldn't there have been

like a technician
or something involved?

I mean, I feel like it's unfair
to expect somebody like Glenn--

- "Somebody like Glenn."

Is there a competence issue?

- No! No, no!

Glenn is--can be...

uh, competent, uh,
in--in a lot of ways.

Could--do you wanna--
do you wanna jump in here?

- This lawsuit is against
the Cloud 9 corporation.

But it sounds like
you're saying

that Mr. Sturgis,
as an individual,

is responsible for the injury.

- It's not your turn
to ask questions.

- Thank you.
- But I like that question.

So I'll ask it.
- I--objection.

O-overruled.
Yeah. Yeah.

- You know what? I can
take care of this for you.

Why don't you just pick out

a different size?
- Trying to get her into

something more form-fitting?
Man, Customer Service

is just your own sick
little candy store, isn't it?

- Uh...and bereavement cards
are on aisle three.

I'm sorry about your sister.

What was that? Did you really
think I was flirting with her?

- Well, it looked like there
was less blood in your face.

It had to go somewhere.
- I was being pleasant.

And even if I was flirting
with her, who cares?

We're not dating,
so I can flirt with

or date whoever I want.

- No, totally.
I mean, if that's...

what you want,
then knock yourself out.

Date a hundred women.

- And you wouldn't have
a problem with that, right?

- No! No, I'd be fine.

You'd be the person
with the problem,

because you're so bad
with names.

Regardless, I'm fine,
you're fine.

That lady can throw it
around as much as she wants.

We're all fine!

[loudly] Anyway...

- Hey! I got you a little
congratulations gift

for getting your ankle
monitor off--

some fun socks!

- Okay, great. Just drop 'em
on the ground and walk away.

Thanks so much.
- Aw, man, fun socks?

Takes me a pic!

- Why is Eugene in your office?

- [loudly] Eugene got stuck!

Apparently,
my door got jammed.

[softly] He was gonna blab
to the lawyers

about our work arrangement.

- So you kidnapped him?

- No! You can't be kidnapped

if you don't know
you're being kidnapped.

- Oh. Okay.

So what's your plan?

- I don't have one yet!

While you were out there
buying socks,

I was busy dealing with this!

Love the socks, by the way.
So thoughtful.

- Uh, hey, uh, quick heads up.

It's--it's looking like
they're targeting Glenn

to take the fall
for Carol's lawsuit.

- Ugh.
- Yeah!

The lawyer, she's just like--

like anything you say,
she's just gonna twist

to make it sound like
Glenn's incompetent.

- What did you say
that she twisted?

- Oh, me? Uh, well,
f-for me, it was, uh,

I might've--I said something
along the lines of Glenn...

uh, being incompetent.

- Mm. Don't see
how that got twisted.

- Jonah, why would you
say that?

Glenn can't afford
to get sued.

He has a two-year-old,

and his health is, like,
so bad.

- Yeah. Yeah, got it.
Yeah, no.

Stomach cramps
on full blast already.

Oh, hey, there's Carol,
everybody.

- Hey, Carol, can you
talk to your lawyer?

Jonah screwed up royally,

and now
she's going after Glenn.

- Oh, no, I hate to hear that.

But gotta let the lawyers
do their job, right?

Now, what should I name
my boat?

I'm leaning toward
"Wet Ride,"

but I'm open
to other ideas.

- Look, all you guys
have to do is go in there

and make Glenn sound like
he's, you know,

good at his job...
which, he is!

- And when the system
went down,

Glenn put in everybody's
hours for the previous week

from memory.

- Hmm.
- And why did the system

go down?
- Because somebody

spilled juice
on the clock-in machine.

- Oh, was there a...
child in the back area?

- No. It was an adult that was
running away with juice

'cause they weren't
supposed to be drinking it.

- And this adult was...

- Bad at running with juice.

- Would you say
that Glenn Sturgis

is a competent manager?

- Is this off the record, or...

- This is all under oath.
- Under--great.

Oh, boy. Okay...

Glenn is...
what is Glenn?

Glenn i--you know, ha!

He is--it's--the thing...

the thing is, about him...

- Glenn and I, we're top dogs
in this doghouse.

Why? Competence.

Jonah's...the most competent.

Then Dina, obviously.

Preeti is probably
up there too.

Uh...

Oh, Mateo.
Jeez. Okay.

- Glenn can...
handle phone calls,

uh, keep things in binders...

Oh! He wears clothes.
Uh...

honestly, when you add it up,
he can do, like,

probably hundreds of things.

[percussive music]

♪

- Uh, I said ...rrett yet?
Did I mention Garrett?

So there's gonna be
Jonah, Dina, Garrett,

Preeti, me--
depending on the week...

- Glenn Sturgis is--

[sustained throat sound]
Mm...

Could you repeat the question?

- He has a weird voice.

Like...[hoarsely, shrilly]
"Okay, everybody..."

- So, Eugene,
you're Glenn's assistant.

- Eugene O'Malley
is Glenn's assistant, yes.

- Oh, well,
you can just say "I."

- Eugene O'Malley just thinks
a little differently.

- Have you met Alan?

Oh, my God,
I forgot about Alan!

Okay, do you have
a whiteboard?

- This isn't working.
Carol's lawyer is relentless.

W-we can't let them
pin it all on Glenn.

- Pin what on me?

Not something, I hope.

[quiet music]

.

- Why is this happening
to me?

Why do people think
that I'm at fault

for Carol's electrocution?
- Uh, well, so, uh,

when I was trying to
defend you,

uh, we were talking about
the robot malfunction,

and I may have suggested
that you were...

a little less than
100% competent.

- You said that?

- [softly] Yeah...

- You don't think
I'm competent?

- No, Glenn, that's--

it came out wrong--
- No, no.

I'm--I'm happy to find out
what you really think of me.

But I may have to take your
picture out of my wallet.

- Glenn, come on.
What picture is this again?

- One, two...

[thud]
Ooh!

- Oh, no! I can't believe
that didn't work.

- Looks like I'm really
stuck, you guys.

I think I may have to
reschedule my deposition.

- Oh, hey, I just spoke
with Carol's lawyer,

and she said Eugene
could do his deposition

through the door,
if you wanted.

- What?
- She gave me the questions

to ask and everything.

He could do his deposition
now with us

and be done with it.

- Well, i-it's a little
unorthodox,

but I'll allow it.

- Uh, so, the first
question is...

Where were you born?
- Where was I born?

- Yeah, I know.

It seems like it has nothing
to do with Carol's lawsuit.

But that's the first question.

- Well, it's a pretty
crazy story, uh...

I was born in a hospital
in Jefferson City, Missouri.

White mom, white dad.

- Hey, Dina, a lot of people
have questions

about this email you sent.
- Really?

- "Due to recent complaints,

"employees at Customer Service
are hereby off-limits

in regards to flirting
and/or dating."

- Which concept
are ya fuzzy on?

- Our question is
why did you send it?

- Yeah. And did Garrett

like specifically
say something about me?

'Cause we've been vibing
for a while.

- No. This is just...
standard procedure.

From corporate.
About dating in the workplace.

I think they just wanna stay
a step ahead since it's spring

and, you know, everybody's
getting horned up.

- Hmm. Damn. I really
thought we were vibing.

- Dina, this email's wack.

Come on, just admit it.
You're jealous.

I mean, it makes sense.

Garrett's like a really nice
guy and funny and cute.

- Well, he's off-limits,
Cheyenne.

I just sent the email.
- Okay.

- Sorry. It's just I--
I guess I have been

spending more time with Garrett
and, I don't know, I...

I liked it, I...

I like him.

- Aw. Well, that's great.

Oh, but, yeah,
probably confusing.

- Yeah. 'Cause there's
still Brian,

who I also like, so...

- Mmm. In tenth grade,
I was caught between Bo

and this guy Darius that
he used to freestyle rap with.

- What did you do?
- I told Bo how I felt,

and then...[laughs]
he took a poo in the backseat

of Darius's mom's
station wagon.

- Cheyenne,
I had such high hopes,

and have truly no idea
what to take from that story.

- I 'm just saying that you
should tell Garrett

how you feel because
maybe he feels the same way.

And if he's not willing

to take a crap in the backseat
of Brian's car,

then--pfft--
there's no decision to make.

- And April was kinda fun

because the ducklings
were having a tea party,

and, you know,
just imagining them

trying to drink that tea
with their beaks...

there's no way
they got all of it.

- Excuse me.
You can't be in here.

- Yeah. I am not leaving

until you hear me out.

- This is totally
inappropriate.

- What's inappropriate,
Hannah,

is you all trying to
squeeze out a big payday

from this good, kind man.

- Jonah--
- No, Glenn, I got this.

Look at your ducklings.

Sir, could you point to
the motherboard

on this robot for me?

- No, I can't.
- No, you can't.

Hannah, can you update
the sim card on the robot?

- No.
- No?!

Huh! That's interesting.

Because you all have had the
exact same amount of training

that Cloud 9 gives
its floor supervisors--

- Jonah, I did it.

- S-sorry?

- Well, not at first,

but I watched hours
of online videos

and eventually,
I figured it out.

That's what I was
just showing them.

I kept records of everything--
every update,

every new hardware install--

it's all right here
in my calendar.

I did everything
that corporate asked me to do.

So I don't know
what happened with Carol,

but it is not on me.

Anyway, if there are
no further questions,

I have been nervously
holding my pee for six hours,

so I really need to get to
a men's room.

Oh, and Jonah,

I don't think I'll be needing
your help with that either.

- Glenn, you--

I-I'm not going to help--

It's--it's--

Good day.

[lightly edgy music]

- Jonah.

- Glenn, hey, look, I--
I'm sorry.

I should never have implied
that you were incompetent.

You've been doing this
for a long time, and...

and I should have
respected that.

- Wow. Silence really works.

I just said "Jonah,"
and you completely unloaded.

- No, but Glenn, I-I mean it.

I-I should have known
that of course

you followed all the protocols
and maintenance.

- Mm.
- I trust you.

- Aw.

Prove it.

- What?

- If you trust me, then
you should have no problem

sticking your hand
inside that robot.

- Uh, okay, yeah.
Yeah!

I will do that,

because I trust
that you made it safe.

- Mm-hmm.
- Carol only got hurt

because she used
a screwdriver, right?

So, uh, yeah, I will do that

and--and--and let you know
how it goes.

- Right now's good.

Yeah. Yeah! Great.

Yeah.

Yeah. This feels good.
This is--

this feels--aah, [bleep]!
- Oh!

I am so--
- Aah!

- That should not have
happened!

- [bleep]!
- What is wrong with this--

Aah! God! Fudge!

- Hey, uh, maybe we should
talk about some things.

- Oh, yeah, I'll start.
Why did I hear

from multiple people
that I used to date

that you emailed them and said
that we couldn't talk anymore?

- Yeah, here's the thing.
Um...

our situation has gotten
a little complicated--

- Okay, well, I'll make it
less complicated--I'm done.

- What?
- Look,

I knew this thing
was gonna be fun and weird,

but I was really hoping
that fun would win.

Turns out,
it's a blowout for weird.

- Fine with me.

I'm with Brian, so...

Uh, I'm still gonna go
to laser tag tonight,

so if you go, maybe we should
do different slots, whatever.

- Okay.
They left the break room.

The Cloud 9 lawyer said it was
"feeling like a wings night,"

so I think he's leaving.

- Eugene?
Sandra and I are gonna try

one more thing, okay?

[both groaning, grunting]
- I think we're getting close!

- Pull harder, Sandra!

- Okay!

[escalating groans]

- Ah!
- Ah! Whoa!

Sandra: Did you...
redecorate?

- Yep. I felt so bad keeping
Mateo from his work.

I'm no gay guy,
but I hope you like it.

- Thanks, Eugene.

- See ya.

- Wow!

Hey.

Don't feel guilty.

You're getting your
ankle monitor off!

- [sighs]
- And all Eugene knows

is that the door was stuck
and he got to

redecorate an office.
- Right. You're right.

[laughs] And I mean,
he was barely kidnapped.

We didn't ask for a ransom or
do anything to his nipples.

- I don't know--I think you're
gonna need more than sanitizer.

- Big deposition fan, huh?

- I...sorry about all that.

- Naw, it was fun.

It was kind of like
being in a haunted house.

I kept waiting for you to
pop out from somewhere else.

[both laugh]

- Look, I was just trying
to protect Glenn.

- From the big, mean lawyer
trying to get her payday.

Look, I get it.
I get it.

But you should know
I'm not some

sleazy ambulance chaser
with her face on every bus.

- I never--
- I mean, my face is on one bus

but I had to do it--
that's the industry.

I was just doing my job.
- No, I know.

And I was just...
embarrassing myself.

- Big time!
- Yeah.

- [laughs] I-I thought it was
kind of sweet, actually.

- Hannah!

Let's go get margs, girl!
- Oh, yeah!

- You're buying!

- Oh, my God, she is the worst.

- [chuckles]
- You didn't hear me say that.

- Oh, no, of course not.

Hey, uh, Hannah, um,

let me know if you have
any other...

depositions I can crash.

- Oh, yeah.

I'll see what I can do,
Mr. Simms.

[light music]