All language subtitles for The.Mick.S02E11.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.x265.10bit.AAC.5.1-Qman[UTR]_track3_[eng]

She's coming in hot.
She's The Mick.

-Yaah!
-I just built that.

It didn't take.

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to do any of this stuff.

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What are you still doing here?

School started an hour ago.

I skipped first period history.

It bores me.

Is that my jacket?

Yeah. Spilled some nail polish,

and then I was looking
through your clothes

for a rag to clean it up.
There it was.

Pretty cute.
I can't believe it was yours.

Whatever. Keep it.

Jacket's bad juju.

Last time I wore that,

I took some bad acid,
almost lost my mind.

-I don't care.
-Blind Melon,

Foxboro, '93.

It just started
pouring down rain

right when they were playing
"No Rain."

I-I couldn't make sense of it.

Mm. As much as I'd love to hear

-your burnout loser origin
story... -No, no, no. Nope.

-Uh, what are you doing? Ow!
-Spread 'em.

-Come on, Mickey.
Are you serious? -Yeah.

-Ow. -You've got that Yale
interview this afternoon,

and I am going to make sure
that you will be there.

-How do you know about that?
-I make it my business

to know anything that gets you
out of my life faster.

Hmm.

Planning a little beach day,
are we?

Looks to me like you're prepared
for anything but school.

Yeah, well, it's senior year,
and I have straight As.

Plus, I'm a legacy, okay?
Pembertons go to Yale.

You're going to that interview.
Nothing is more important to me

than shipping you off
to college,

'cause as soon as you're gone,
this house is mine.

What about Chip and Ben?

Chip's a coward
I can easily steamroll,

and Ben can be molded
in my image.

Just got to cut
the head off that snake,

and everything'll fall
into place.

Have a good interview.

*

(inhales)

-(phone ringing and buzzing)
-(grunts, coughs)

Hey...

Ah, ah.

Hola, Dagoberto.

How is the family?

What? Where-where?

Where-- in America?

Well, uh-- well...

No, yeah. Y-Yes, uh, of course
you can come visit me at my job

where I am always working.

Okay. See you soon. Yeah. Bye.

(muttering)

* All I can say

* Is that my life
is pretty plain *

* I like watching the puddles

* Gather rain

* And all I can do...

And that's just
a real good song.

(phone ringing)

-Yeah.
-SABRINA (over phone): Mickey.

I-I'm kind of stuck
in this closet at school,

and I need your help;
I'm freaking out.

Slow down, what's going on?

-I took it.
-You took what?

The acid.

What? What are you
talking about?

-What acid?
-From the tin in your jacket.

We were studying Picasso in art,
I thought-- I thought

it would be fun, but I think
I might be starting to lose it.

Okay. Okay.

We're just... we're just gonna
ride this out.

You-You've been here before,
right?

-No, never.
-What? Are you insane?

That is some pretty high-octane
stuff for your first time.

I know, but it's, like,
a hundred years old!

-I mean, how strong could it be?
-I don't know, Sabrina.

I don't think there are a lot
of studies on the potency of LSD

marinating inside denim jackets
for two decades.

All right, okay--
I-I'll be there in 20 minutes.

Just, I'll meet you out front.

Uh, no way.

Mm-mm, nope, nope, nope,
nope, nope.

I'm not leaving, I can't do it
and I won't do it.

Yes, you can and you will.
You just open the door

-and you walk out.
-And then what?

I walk through another door
and out another door

and through another door,
without direction or purpose?

All right,
just h-h-hold on tight.

-I'll be there soon.
-Oh, God.

(groaning)

(doorbell rings)

(exhales)

Dagoberto! (laughs)

-Alba!
-It is so good to see you.

(speaks Spanish)
I missed you so much!

-Oh, we miss you. But I can see
why you left. -Yeah.

This is a beautiful palace
you live in.

Oh, well, maybe at first glance,

but it is more like
a beautiful prison.

I spend my days scrubbing
the many floors and windows.

It is a hard life.

-Oh, maybe I can help you?
-Oh, no, no, no.

No, no. I would not subject you
to my personal hell.

-Don't be silly.
It's no trouble. -Dagoberto,

-yeah, I am telling you...
-I can do anything...

-You need to un...
-(door opens)

Uh, M-Mr. Chip,

you are home so early.

Okay, whatever you're doing,
just stop.

Who's this guy?

-Wha...
-I am Dagoberto.

-It is so nice to...
-Uh, yeah.

(speaking Spanish)

Okay.

All right, what the hell
is going on here?

Okay, he is my cousin
from Guatemala.

I-If word ever got back
to my family

of the life that I am living,
they would disown me.

I mean, to come to America
and not work is very shameful.

-It's also shameful in America.
-Well...

Please, I-I just need you
to pretend

that I am still the keeper
of this house.

So you want me to treat you
like a maid?

-Yeah.
-Yeah, I can do that.

Oh, thank you, Chip.
Hey, why are you here, anyway?

Shouldn't you be in school?

Oh, I got sent home
because I was making fun

of some kid in gym class.

I was destroying him
with sick burns.

I made him cry in front
of everyone, so...

Yeah. Whatever you say.

Put this in my room.

What? Oh, you s...

Come on, Sabrina,
you got to give me something.

I can't look in every single
closet in the school.

SABRINA:
There's a mop. I see a mop.

And shelves, look for shelves.

You're describing
the inside of a closet.

-(woodwinds playing)
-Uh, I hear music.

Music or dying birds?

(teacher speaking indistinctly)

-(hisses)
-(shouts)

Sabrina, open the door.

How do I know it's you?

You just saw me.

You don't know what I saw.

Okay, Sabrina,

if you get expelled,
I will lock you in a closet

for the rest of your life.

(wails)

All right, that--
I-I-I'm just kidding.

I won't do that.
Listen to me.

Please open the door.

No.

Devin. Only Devin can come in.

Who the hell is Devin?

He took it with me.

He understands.

(sighs)
All right.

What does Devin look like?

Uh, he's-he's tall-ish.

Eccentric but not pretentious.

And... Oh, hi-his face.

It-it can-can look
like a stranger's

but then can also look
as familiar as your own.

Right, right. Cool.

Super helpful.

Are you serious?

How the hell
am I supposed to find...

Devin.

Hey, hey. You're Devin.
You're on acid.

No, no, no. You're not
in trouble. Everything's good.

I'm just trying to...

No, wait, I just need
to talk to you for just...

Whoa!

Wow.

Could've approached that better,
I see that.

So, uh, when
is your vacation over?

-Well, I was gonna tell you
over dinner. -Uh-huh.

But I am here forever.

What?

You have inspired me.
I see how good you are doing,

and I think maybe
I can do that, too.

Oh, Dag, you cannot do this.

-Why not?
-Well...

it-it is great,

but America, oh,
it is the worst.

What if I worked here with you?

Then, your job
would not be so hard,

and we could see each other
every day.

-That would be... -Alba, I feel
like ripping some breakfast.

I'm thinking... Mini-Wheats?

Yeah. Right away, Mr. Chip.
(laughs)

Where'd you fly in, JFK?

Newark.

(scoffs)
New Jersey sucks.

Okay, here we go.

(exhales)

I'm probably gonna need a bowl.

Yes. Uh, they are
in the cupboard.

Let me grab one for you.

-(chuckles)
-No problem.

I'll just start pouring,
and if there's no bowl,

looks like you're gonna have
a big mess on your hands.

What? I-- oh, okay, uh...

Let me just...

-(dishes clattering)
-No...

-And time for milk.
-No, it's-- wait,

just, i-it's... ay!

Wait, no, wait,
if you could just...

Please! Wait!

CHIP:
Whoa.

Look at Charlie Hustle.

(chuckles)

Good for you.

-What's your name again?
-Dagoberto.

Where do you keep
the cleaning supplies?

-I have no idea.
-ALBA: Uh...

You know, they are in
the hall closet.

-Can you get them for me?
-Yeah.

This could actually be
a good thing. Hey, Chip.

I need you to hire Dagoberto
and put him to work.

E-Expose him to all the horrors
of-of being in this place.

Alba, please.

I'd be happy to.

-Oh.
-(knock on door)

Sabrina, open up.
I'm here with Devin.

-Ah, got you.
-(yelps) Liar! Liar!

You filthy, lying bitch!

-Yup, I'm the worst.
Come on, let's go. -No!

-Sabrina, just come with me,
please. Plea... -No.

Whoa. Stop it.
What are you doing?

I need Devin. I'm not going
anywhere without Devin.

Why? What is so special
about this kid?

He's on my level.
You don't understand.

Sabrina, I'm trying to help you.

I just need you to trust me,
okay...

-Get your hands off of me!
-(shushing)

Quiet, quiet. Stop it.

-(muffled shout)
-Hold still. Quiet!

Do you understand?
Shut up.

-Okay... that's how you want
to play it... -(whimpers)

so be it.

-What are you doing?
-Well,

if you won't come out,
then I'm going in.

(sighs)

What have I done?

I don't even enjoy making fun
of the kid, you know.

But dude's got no pubes.
I had to clown him.

Everybody knows I'm super funny,

so I think it was
kind of expected.

I don't know, he'll be,
he'll be, he'll be fine, right?

You know, I feel like he'll just
go to school tomorrow,

and people won't even
remember him

getting lit up like that.

He's actually a really dope kid.

I'm sure he'll sprout
hella pubes any day now.

Uh, Mr. Chip, can I talk to you?

Fine.

Yo, Dag, do you think you could
trim those hedges out front

and make 'em look like me?

Dude's got an insane motor.

Yeah, he never stops,
and I can't take it.

You need to run him
into the ground.

Alba, today I woke up
with no maids.

But now I have two.

Dag is the best thing
that's happened to this family

since Jimmy left.

Chip, you cannot do this.

No, it's already done.

So, why don't
you go up to the attic

and sweep those black widows
before someone gets bit.

(both laughing)

What are you laughing at?

Nothing.
What are you laughing at?

I don't know.

Whoa.

Okay, let's make moves.

Last time I did this,
I got claustrophobic,

and I was in a football stadium.

I just gotta do something
real quick.

No, no-no-no-no-no, you don't.

Come on, Sabrina,
I really think we should...

Oh.

Again.

Yep. Yep. Again.

Wait.

-(gasps, exhales)
-Whoa.

Oh...

(entranced gasps)

Uh-uh, uh-uh. Don't look at it.
We gotta go. Let's go.

We gotta get you out of here
before you get busted.

Oh, stop acting like you care.

You just want me gone.

I just don't want you
to sabotage yourself.

But I would've killed
for the opportunities you have.

-Hey.
-Hmm?

You think you're capable
of killing someone?

Without a doubt,
but listen to me.

Your whole entire world
is about to open up.

If you worry too much
about finding out who you are,

then you're never gonna find out
who you are.

(both gasp)

-Wait.
-Huh?

I wanted to be a musician.

-You did?
-Yeah.

I put so much time
into getting high

and going to concerts.

Well, that's not the same
as learning an instrument.

And I see that now, but you know
what, I was afraid.

And, unless you get yourself out
there, you're just gonna become

a face in-in a massive crowd,
just praying to God

that you double-knotted
your shoes tight enough.

I don't want that.
We should go.

-Yes.
-Wait.

Can we bring this?

Absolutely.

Hmm. Okay. We just need to walk
down that hallway

and right out the door.

Easy-peasy, something squeezy.

-Left.
-Mm-hmm.

Right. Left.

-(laughs)
-Right.

-We're doing it.
-See?

-Look at us. Oh.
-We got this.

Okay. Okay.
Here we go.

Nice and easy.

-(school bell ringing)
-Oh.

MICKEY:
Oh.

SABRINA:
No.

Oh, no.

-Oh-- oh, no. Wait.
-Wait.

Wait, no, no.

(Sabrina and Mickey
shouting indistinctly)

No, Mickey!

No, Mickey...!

(Mickey screams)

-Sabrina! No!
-(bell ringing)

No, no...

(sighs, gasps)

(gasps) Devin. Oh, thank God.
Thank God I found you.

You gotta help me.
I'm on acid.

(gasps)

DEVIN:
Aah...!

How does he do that?

-BEN: Aunt Mickey?
-(gasps)

Ben!

My sweet, sweet little angel.

What are you doing here?

I go to school here.

Yes. Yes, I know.

Why aren't you in class?

I had to poop.
What are you doing?

Right this moment,
I'm shepherding Sabrina

through a journey
of self-revelation.

But in-in the big picture, I...

oh, I-I'm sorry, I...

-I don't know.
-(P.A. chimes)

WOMAN (over P.A.): Geno Pinero
to the principal's office.

Geno Pinero
to the principal's office.

What was that?
Was that in my head?

It's an announcement.
It was in my head, too.

Wait, so everyone in the whole
school can hear that?

Yeah, I guess so.

Ben, you're a genius!

Now, go poop!

CHIP:
Alba!

Hey, Garfield, nap time's over.

-Did you not hear me calling
your name? -I heard you.

All right, well,
I spilled a bunch of Bolognese

in the upstairs hallway, so I'm
gonna need you to mop that up.

Oh, I don't think I'll be

mopping meat sauces anymore.

You know, Chip,
I got to thinking about

your gym class story,
and it doesn't add up.

Chip, a bully?
No.

Chip is a coward.

So I call your school,

and they said
you signed yourself out

after an incident
in the boys' locker room.

Uh, yeah.

'Cause I was just ripping
on that pube-less loser so bad

that I just wanted to get out of
there, give him time to recover.

Okay. That makes sense.

Oh, eh, but one more thing.

You know, I am your maid,
so I clean your room.

And I find something
very interesting.

I don't know what that is.
What is that? Give it to me

-right now. -You know,
at first, I thought to myself,

what is this?
Is it a key ring,

or some sort of school project
that I am not aware of?

What do you think it is?

-I-I-I have no idea.
-Hmm.

A mystery.

-Well, I guess I will just
have to burn it. -No!

Please don't!
I spent a fortune on that thing.

That's Arabian horse hair.

Ha! Then you do admit it.

Fine! I admit it!

Okay, I am smooth
as a frickin' dolphin!

Is that what you wanted to hear?
Are you happy now?!

No.
I want you to fire Dagoberto,

or this ends up
at the top of the flagpole,

and your whole school will
be pledging allegiance

to your little penis wig.

Disgusting.

(teacher speaking German)

Whew.

(whispering):
Hey, what class is this?

(speaking German)

Deutsch drei.

What? (laughs)

Was that English?
What are you saying?

(speaks German)

Bitch.

Hey. Psst. Where am I?

(speaks German)

Nor Deutsch, fräulein.

Oh. Please, dear God help me.

(speaks German)

(repeats German phrase)

-(teacher speaks German)
-Hmm?

-(Sabrina groans)
-(speaks German)

Mm-hmm, you're right.
I don't speak your language.

But I am a good person.

I mean well.
I've been abandoned.

(speaking German)

All right, come on.
Let's go see Principal Gibbons.

-(P.A. chimes)
-MICKEY: Let go!

SECRETARY:
Ma'am, it's for office use only.

MICKEY:
Give it to me!

(clears throat) Now could
I please have the attention

-of one student?
-(laughs)

Everyone else stop listening.

Shh!

Please meet me a-at the closet

where we mixed the colors

and began the journey
to discover ourselves.

I remember.

May God be with you.

Oh, Mickey.

You wanted to see me, Mr. Chip?

Y-Yeah. Uh, I...

I'm afraid I have some bad news.

We're-we're gonna...

we're gonna have to let you go.

(gasps) What?

But why?
Wh-What-what did I do wrong?

You're straight up
just bad at your job.

Please, just give me
another chance.

I'll work ten times harder,
a thousand times.

Yes, have some compassion.

He was just trying to learn.

I can teach him.

Well...

I mean, I guess, I guess
we could work some...

No.

My mind is made up.

The decision is final.

Ay, that is tough.

I'm so sorry, primo.

Wow. That took cajones, Chip.

Perfectly smooth cajones.
(laughs)

When did you stop
hearing the music?

-Oh! Oh.
-Oh!

-Sorry!
-It's okay.

-Oh.
-It's okay. I'm okay.

-You found me.
-Am I bleeding?

Yeah, but it's really red
and so beautiful.

Thank you so much
for saying that.

(laughs) Let's get
the hell out of here.

-Yes, please.
-Yeah.

No way. What language
were they speaking?

-I don't know,
but it wasn't human. -Whoa.

-And then you saved me.
-I'm very brave.

-Yeah, we're both incredible.
Unstoppable. -Yeah.

I mean, we can do anything.

-Listen.
-What?

-I'm gonna get back
into my music, okay? -Yes.

Really start getting lit up
and going to shows.

Yes! What time is it?

It's time to stop
messing around,

and really give this thing a go.

No, no, what time is it,
like on a clock?

Oh. Yeah. 2:30. Why?

-My Yale interview!
-Your Yale interview!

-I'm gonna do it.
-No. Not now.

No.

No!

-Sabrina...
-You can't stop what's supposed

to happen, Mickey!

Hi. Sabrina Pemberton, I am here
for the Yale interview.

Ms. Pemberton, I was beginning
to think you weren't coming.

Hi. Mickey. Mackenzie. Molng.

I-I should be here, right?
I feel like I should be here.

Generally, we like to talk
to prospective students alone.

We'll have her back
to you in no time.

Oh, she's good.
You don't need me.

She doesn't need me.

No one needs me.
I'm alone. Oh, no. Um...

Oh, no. Here we go.

(elephant trumpets)

(animals chattering)

DEVIN:
Play.

I-I...

I don't know if I can.

I mean, I-I-I've been
to a lot of shows.

Play.

(playing "No Rain"
by Blind Melon)

My essay, it-it was
nothing more than lies.

A fairy tale about
a self-assured little girl

who pretends to know
exactly what she wants

and where she's going.

Nope.

But the truth is that I-I don't
know who I am or what I want.

It's not important.
What is important

is the experience
of figuring those things out.

(playing tunelessly)

Mickey. Mickey!

-Hmm?
-What the hell are you doing?

Oh, Devin encouraged me to...

Nothing. What are you doing?

Oh, I'm gonna go to Yale.

-(gasps)
-But because I decided to.

Good for you.
I became a musician.

You absolutely did not.

* All I can say

* Is that my life
is pretty plain... *

I actually feel like
I'm starting to come down.

How about you? Not as bad
as Foxboro, right?

You good to drive?

* And all I can do

-Yep. -* Is just pour
some tea for two *

* And speak my point...

-MICKEY: Am I bleeding?
-SABRINA: Yeah.

Captioned by
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kickin' it
with The Mick.

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It's time we fly
this old bird.

* It feels good *

MULDER: I want to believe.
I would just like to see.

I can help you.

* It feels good *

-You want to do
the honors, Alan?
-Yeah!

No, you never
touch this.

* You know it feels good *

-(shrieks)
-* It feels good *

* Oh, you know it feels good *

Let's do it.

Everything you thought
you knew about medicine
is wrong.

Unbelievable.

* It feels good *