All language subtitles for Teachers (2016) S03E01 Hello Goodbye 1080p Amazon WEB-DL DD+ 2 0 x264-TrollHD_track3_[eng]

- ♪ Prep days,
get paid for nothing days ♪

♪ No kids are here days ♪

[long]
♪ Prep days! ♪

[dramatic musical flourish]

- Who are you?
- Who are you?

- Get the fuck
out of my classroom!

- Get the fuck
out of my house!

[rock music]

♪ ♪

- I've got a homeless man
in my trailer.

No, it's not a trailer home.
It's my classroom.

I'm a teacher.
Yeah, I know.

I think I should
have a classroom too.

Oh--
[scoffs]

911 just put me on hold again.
Unreal.

- Prep days are so weird.
Empty halls, no kids.

It's like being in a club
during the daytime.

- Did you see
the "Gazette" article?

Caroline's father is being
investigated for embezzlement.

- I read that, too.
- I knew something was up

when Elton John
and a hologram of Tupac

performed at her dad's
birthday party.

- Good morning, everyone!
- Hey, girl!

- Look who it is?
- What are you doing here?

- I know you guys
were just talking about me,

and for the record,
my father didn't embezzle.

That's just something
poor people say

when they're mad they don't
have as much money as you.

- I don't know, Caroline,
it sounds like

the evidence shows--
- Deb, please.

I already have enough
on my mind with organizing

tonight's back to school mixer.

Once again, it's going to be
as close to a debutante ball

as you can get
a school cafeteria.

- What's the theme this year?
- A night in Paris.

The food and decorations
are going to make you feel

like you're actually in France.

- I've never spent time
in France.

But I once banged a French guy,

so I like to say France
has spent time in me.

Let me know if you
need help setting up.

- Thanks. If you could get the
chairs from the storage room,

that'd be great.
- [scoffs]

I was just asking to be polite.
Unbelievable.

- Where's Feldman?
- Ugh, who knows?

She's like a white trash
teen's period.

Never on time.

- Guys, something terrible
has happened.

- Guess who the new
principal is?

[laughs]
Boom!

- Oh!
- Bam, bam, bam!

It's going to be a great year.

- Are you serious?
- How is this possible?

- Oh, well, when Pearson left,

I decided to
throw my hat in the ring.

Let me tell you, ladies,
it feels good to be on top.

Chelsea knows
what I'm talking about.

- [gasps]
- Oop, no, that reminds me.

I know, as a teacher,
I had a reputation

of being somewhat
of a puss-popper.

Oop, ah, did it again.

But things are going to be
super profesh from now on.

Okay?
- Well, if you're

the principal,
you should know that

there's a homeless man
squatting in my trailer.

- Yikes, good luck with that.

Excuse me.

[rock music]

- Hi, how was your summer?
- Fine.

Although I screwed up
the plumbing in my apartment

after a vajazzling fiasco.

I clogged the toilet
pissing rhinestones.

I'm Chelsea, by the way.
Nice to meet you.

- Mavis. We've met.

I've been the school secretary
for 25 years.

I take your attendance sheets
every day.

I drove you to the hospital
when your bellybutton ring

got caught
on a spiral notebook.

- Huh. Well, it's always nice
to meet a fan.

- Listen, Mabel.
- Mavis!

- Okay, chill,
it's just your name.

I need the key
to the storage closet

so I can get chairs
for the mixer.

- No.

- [scoffs]
No?

- No.
- Fine.

I'll talk to Brent.
- He's busy.

- Ooh, ha-ha-ha!
[grunts]

[grunts]
Suck it, Williams!

- He's playing virtual tennis.
- Doesn't matter.

Keys to the school's property
are given out

at the sole discretion of
the administrative assistant.

- Who's that?
- Me, you idiot!

You're not getting the keys.

You can go now.

[rock music]

- Do you guys know this
lunatic in the front office?

- You mean Mavis?
- Yes!

What a terrible name.
It's like her parents said,

"Welcome to the world.
Now go, be ugly."

- I love Mavis.
She helped bake cookies

for my church's fundraiser.
- She hemmed my kaftan for me.

- She got me a last-minute sub
when my grandma died last year.

- Well, she's a beast.
Wait.

Your grandma died?

- Yeah, almost everyone
attended the funeral.

- Is there somewhere
I can donate?

- You should be nice to Mavis.

She's the heartbeat
of the school.

- Yeah, never mess
with the front office.

- She could
make your life hell.

She knows everything.
- Everything.

[dramatic music]

[slowly]
Everything.

- There is still no one here!

I've got a homeless man
bathing in my reading nook!

- Get off my lawn!
- It's asphalt, asshole!

Jesus.

[French bistro music]

- Ah, Carolina!

[phone beeps]
- Oh, your card is declined.

- My carte noire?
- Mm.

- Must not be
a big enough purchase.

[both laugh]

Uh, here.
Use this one.

[phone beeps]
- Declined.

- Wait, uh, no, Thibodeau,
this is for our mixer.

- You don't get to speak French
to me anymore!

Now get your stubby hands
off my coat,

you filthy American peasant.

[rock music]

[rock music]

- Ooh, who are
the chocolates from?

- Nobody, I'm giving them
to Mervis.

- It's Mavis.
Oh, hi, hello.

Yeah, I have a homeless man--
Hello?

Damn it, 911 put me
on hold again.

- Hey, dawgs!
- Let me guess.

You couldn't find any underwear
so you're wearing

two pieces of paper towel
stapled together?

- No, that's the kind of
mistake you only make once.

Actually, I need to
tell you guys something.

I'm--
- I'm poor!

- What?
- All my assets

have been frozen pending
my father's investigation.

- You still have
your teaching salary.

- My salary?

I just found out how much
we make. Do you guys know?

It's like, really low.

- Welcome to the real world.

Now bend over,
and grab your ankles.

- I don't know
how to live poor.

[gasps]
Oh, my God.

I'm going to have to start
eating at Cracker Barrel.

- Ugh, get over it, Caroline.
Side note:

Have you met
the front office woman?

She won't let me have chairs
for the mixer, and--

- The mixer?
I can't pay for a gala.

- I thought the school
paid for it.

- No, and even if they did,
I can't think of

organizing something right now.

How do poor people accomplish
anything besides being sad?

The mixer is cancelled.
- What?

No, that's where
I meet all the dads

that got divorced
over the summer.

- What about me?
I'm the art teacher.

The mixer is the
one chance I have

to remind parents
I still exist.

- No.
We're not cancelling.

[inspiring music]

The mixer sets the tone
for the whole year--

that school
is supposed to be fun,

a blast, a fricking party.

I'll be damned if I allow
a party to get cancelled.

Come on, dudes.

We're going to crush this mixer
like Brock Lesnar

crushed the Undertaker
in WrestleMania 30!

Oh, he crushed him hard.
all: Hmm.

[rock music]

♪ ♪

- Are you kidding me?

- Can I help you?
- Yeah.

I need to get in to get
my glue and scissors

so I can help decorate.
- For what?

- The mixer.
- I didn't get an invite.

- Because you're not a part
of this school, you moron.

Now let me in.
- Not with that attitude.

- I--

[grunts]
[rock music]

- Okay, dudes,
what's the most important part

to any successful party?

- Penis!
- No, food.

- Hmm, I was close.

- Now, we're going
to have to get creative,

and go full-on "Chopped" mode.

Before you are
mystery ingredients

that you must use
to create a dish for tonight.

You'll have 60 minutes
to prepare.

If your dish doesn't cut it...

You will be chopped.

Not actually going to do that,

but I've always
wanted to say it.

Lift your baskets.

[tense music]

- Whoa, how'd you
get into the school's pantry?

- Oh, my bro-bro Duncan
is an amateur locksmith.

Chefs, your time begins now.
Go!

♪ ♪

- It's not French pastries,

but it's better
than food from the pantry.

- That'll be $66.08.

- Here you go.

- What's that?
- Coupons.

Don't worry,
I just learned about them, too.

- We don't accept coupons.

- Okay, uh, well,
I need this for the mixer,

and I don't have any money,

so how are we
going to handle this?

- If you don't have any money,

I can't give you the donuts,
ma'am.

- Please don't call me ma'am.

It's already been
a really tough day.

both: One, two, three!

- I win!
- No fair!

Your thumb's stronger
from all the typing.

Rematch.
- Mavis, hello!

Ooh, looks like someone's
ready for the runway.

Where'd you get that cardigan?
- JC Penney. Can I help you?

- I wanted to give you these

to apologize for not
recognizing you earlier.

- Is this
supposed to be a joke?

I'm deathly allergic
to chocolate.

- [chuckles]
I wish I was.

It might help me get down
to my double digit goal weight.

- So you'd like to be
in a hospital for eight days

with blistering hives,
a migraine,

and be so bloated the skin
around your ankles splits?

- I'm just trying
to make things right.

- You don't know
who you're messing with.

- What?
I'm not messing with you.

- You do know I've got access
to everybody's files, right?

I know all your secrets,
and I will reveal them.

I'm the wizard
behind the curtain, honey.

Welcome to Oz, bitch.

- No, don't
put me on hold again.

Damn it!

- What are you
still doing out here?

- I'm waiting for the police.

- Well, it's hotter
than Satan's anus.

I cannot have a pregnant woman
dying on my property.

It'd be a legal nightmare.

You'd better come on in.
- Fine.

[groans]

- My name's Zeke.

Shoes off, please.

- Your feet are covered
in dog poop.

- [laughs]
That's not dog.

[rock music]

- Ricky, my man.
- Feldman, what up?

- Thanks for coming, bro.
- I got you.

- Oh, nah, man.
- Oh, I got you.

- Mm-mm.

I need to borrow
the tablecloth.

- Whatever
floats your boat, mama.

But if you're wrapping a body,

it's going to take
three of these.

- Actually,
we're going to need about 20.

- You know you're going
to have to leave.

- I can't leave.
I have roots here.

I had to fight off another guy

just for the rights
to this place.

It was here I got his fingers
in this pencil sharpener,

and he finally gave up.
- Jesus.

- And this,
this is my pride and joy.

- My class's "I'm thankful"
chain from last year?

- Got me through
some tough times.

"I'm thankful for laser tag."

"I'm thankful for
crunchy french fries."

"I'm thankful
for my grandpa's pool."

See, whenever I got down,
I'd just read one of these

and it would remind me that the
world's not such a bad place.

[tender music]

I started writing my own.

"I'm thankful
I got out of that building

before they burned that guy."

And that.
- My cat?

- That's my late wife,
Samantha.

The love of my life.

I still jerk it to her
every night.

[groovy musical flourish]

- Are you going to get
a new look this school year?

- No, why?
- Just wondering.

[gasps]
- Is that a mugshot?

- I was dressed for the club
in a bad neighborhood.

It was not prostitution.

[tense music]

Mavis.

- Attention, Ms. Snap,
your monthly bulk shipment

of Monistat has arrived
in the front office.

- Wow, gross.

- 12/9/14, 12/10/14,
12/11/14--

how does she know that?!

- You're not
in Kansas anymore, bitch.

[dramatic musical flourish]

- This is ridiculous. These are
perfectly good savings bonds!

How about some pearl earrings?

- I'm sorry,
I can't take those.

- You're not going to take
Mikimoto pearls

for a bunch of glazed donuts?
You're an idiot.

Okay, you want
to play hardball?

This is an oriental rug
the Vanderbilts had

in their summer home.
The Vanderbilts.

Now give me the donuts.
- No.

[tense music]

[rock music]

♪ ♪

- [grunts]
- That's it, keep launching.

- This is a mess.

- Yeah, this looks like
the outside

of a fat high schooler's house.

- We're screwed.
- Guys, trust me.

Everything I've
accomplished in life

has been with limited resources
and minimal effort.

I know we can do this.
Now launch.

[upbeat electronic music]

- ♪ Are you ready? ♪

♪ Bring it, let's go ♪

♪ ♪

- You really
pulled it off, Feldman.

- We pulled it off.

- You guys,
this place looks incredible.

Did you get funding
from the school?

- No.

- So you did all of this
with no money?

Wow.

Maybe I won't have to
rob donut stores

to live off of
a teacher's salary.

Thank you, Feldman.
- Hey, hey.

Check it out. Looking good,
ladies, real good.

The mixer, not your asses.

See that?
Supes profesh, right?

Feldman, what are you doing?
You don't work here anymore.

[soft music]

- I'm leaving Fillmore.

- Why?
- Over the summer,

I applied for
a teaching job in Amsterdam

and I found out last week
that I got it.

I came in today to
tell you guys face to face,

but I got sidetracked
by the mixer.

- I didn't even know you were
looking for another job.

- I wasn't.
I started by looking up

medical marijuana
on the internet,

which led to legalized weed,
which led to Amsterdam.

A few bowls later,
I'm submitting an application

for a teaching position
at Den Sjove Skole.

- So this is real.

- Dudes, this was the hardest
decision I've ever had to make

aside from whether or not
to sleep with Silent Bob.

But this move will allow me
to do my two favorite things:

mold the noggins of the future,
and smoke that legal reef.

♪ ♪

They're also paying me
over 60K a year.

- Oh, go.
- Get out.

- Please, yeah.
- Yeah.

- When do you leave?
- Tomorrow afternoon.

- Tomorrow?

Okay, we are
skipping the mixer.

If this is our
last night together,

we are going to someplace
where friendships blossom,

memories are made, and the
potato skins are always crisp.

all: Houlibee's!

[aggressive hip-hop music]

[all yelling]

all chanting:
Chug, chug, chug, chug!

[cheering]

[laughter]

[all yelling]

- Okay, okay, stop!
Get off me!

[all yelling]

- Get off my foot!
- Okay, enough, enough, enough!

- ♪ Get out the way,
let me do my thing ♪

♪ Out the way,
let me do my thing ♪

♪ I said, [scatting] you,
let me do my thing ♪

♪ Let me do,
let me do my thing ♪

[all screaming]

[laughter]

- Would it kill you bitches
to wait up?

I'm streaking for two here.

- My dudes, this has been
a truly amazing night.

And we did it in the most
American way possible.

By getting wasted
at a chain restaurant.

[all laugh]

- What an epic goodbye
to this glorious country.

- Oh, I can't believe
you're leaving.

- Fillmore's not going to be
the same without you, man.

- Aw, I'm going
to miss you guys.

And Toby, and Mavis, and--
- Okay, seriously?

How does everyone
know that woman?

- Oh, did everyone
bring something to remember

Feldman by
for the time capsule?

- I brought these,
in honor of that time

you made the Chicago skyline
out of tater tots.

- And I brought cheese puffs,
in honor of how

I'd always know
you'd been somewhere

from the orange fingerprints.

- I brought
chocolate covered peanuts,

from the time you tried to
get them listed as a protein

on the cafeteria menu.

- I brought a hot dog
in honor of the time

you challenged the fourth grade
class to an eating competition.

- And I brought Ho-Hos
in honor of that time

you caught me getting shrimped
by Sam the janitor.

[all laugh]

- Aw, I'm going to miss
you dudes so frigging much.

[all aww]

[all sigh]

- We will bury
this time capsule,

and in twenty years, we'll come
back and dig it up together.

[all giggle]

[soft musical flourish]

- I'm out of here.

Ever since
you people showed up,

this neighborhood's
gone to hell!

- Stop jerking off
to my dead cat, you freak!

[soft music]

- Mary-Louise, get off me.

Oh, your pleated pants
feel like a boner.

♪ ♪

- Where's Feldman?

- Wow.

She's really gone.

[chimes twinkle]

♪ ♪

- Good morning, ladies.
Care Bear.

- What are you doing here?

- I'm here for a meeting
with Brent.

I'm taking over as
Ms. Feldman's long-term sub.

- What?
- I haven't been able to find

an administrator's position,
and this way,

I can help a certain someone
with their bills.

- It's a temporary financial
hold, okay, everybody?

[engine revs]
[horn honks]

- Hey, stop, stop,
stop, stop, stop, hey!

That's my car!

- Ding dong, bitch.
Ding dong!

- No, no, no, no, no, no!

Hey, hey, Memphis!

[calming music]

- Sorry, bitches,
I could not wait 20 years

for these sweet-ass tots.

- This is the final
boarding call

for flight 815 to Amsterdam.
All remaining passengers

please make you way
to the gate at this time.

♪ ♪

[rock music]

♪ ♪

[snoring]