All language subtitles for Superior Donuts (2017) - S02E05 - Flour Power (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 MONOLITH)_track3_[eng]

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I made rainbow donuts
for the big gay parade.

You mean the
Uptown Pride Parade?

Uh, if that's the
gay one, then yeah.

It's my biggest day of the year.

The only day
the gays eat carbs.

Hey, Fawz, try one.
No, thanks.

I'm on a diet.

As head of the
Neighborhood Business Council,

I get to ride
on the mayor's float.

And I might be straight skinny,
but I'm gay obese.

Well, I love the
Pride weekend.

I always make a
little extra dough

renting out my
apartment on Airbnb.

It's not even on
the parade route,

but for some reason, people
cannot wait to book it. You see?

"Casa de Tush.

"Perfect for two.

"Firm queen in
the bedroom.

Ample parking in rear."

Yep.

Just listed.

Now let's see how
long it takes to...

(phone chimes)
And rented.

By "SwitchHitter."

Huh, must be a
baseball fan.

Now I just got to figure
out where I'm gonna stay.

I'd have you stay with us, but
I already got one freeloader.

Hold up, you're moving
somebody else into our apart--

You're talking about me.

Hey, Randy, you got a spare room
ever since your daughter's gone.

Uh... yeah.

I-I... I do.

But, you know,
it's kind of a mess.

Just like my living room
and my kitchen.

And your excuses.

Guys, don't worry about me.

Last year, I camped out at
Montrose Park, and it was great.

The hobos built a fire.

We all sat around
telling ghost stories.

By "ghost stories," I mean

tales of their friends
being murdered.

Okay. You can stay
for one night.

We'll see how it goes.

You will not regret it.

Hey, do you have
European electrical outlets?

Never mind.
I'll just bring my adapter.

Hey, Arthur.

Hey, Murray.

And L.L. Cool Franco.

Hey, Murray, thanks for making
an extra drop this week.

You know, we're gonna
need all that flour

for the big gay parade.

Oh, right, that's Saturday.

Traffic's gonna be murder.

Yeah, well, it's their
party, but, you know,

we're the ones bending
over backwards.

(chuckles)

Don't worry, I think I got
some more flour in the truck.

I'll bring it in.

Hey, did you see the
Bulls game last night?

What are we gonna do
without Jimmy Butler?

Might need you to suit up.
Am I right?

Nah, man, I really don't
play basketball.

Oh, come on.

I'm serious, man.
I'm five-seven.

And when I jump, I'm five-seven.

Huh. Go figure.

(forced chuckle)

Can you believe that dude?

What are you talking about?

Every time
he comes in here,

he says something racist.

I'm so sick of it.

What? That was a compliment.

That was stereotyping.

'Cause I'm black,
I play basketball?

Or I'm in a gang
or I smoke weed?

You do smoke weed.

Trying to make a point,
Sweatpants!

Thank you.

Please. Murray was just
making conversation.

Was he making conversation
last week,

uh, when he asked me, "Where can
I find good soul food?"

Or-or the week before,
when he asked me,

"What's that
Bill Cosby's problem?"

I'll tell you
Bill Cosby's problem.

He's too damn funny!
(laughs)

It's called microaggressions.

Small but offensive comments

that unintentionally reinforce
a stereotype.

I been getting into podcasts,
and I downloaded two.

So I can talk about this
or the history of dollhouses.

Good morning, Franco.

Can I have a black coffee?

What's that
supposed to mean?

I got your back, buddy.

What's going on?

Arthur's flour guy
was being a little racist.

No, Franco was just being
a little too sensitive.

Yo, you don't get
to end the argument

by telling me I'm
too sensitive.

Sometimes things sound innocent,
but they're not.

Thank you, Sofia.

Yeah, like when people
say to me,

"You speak English so good."

P.S., it's "so well."

I know this because I went to
the University of Wisconsin.

Go Badgers!
Hey.

Well, I can't think of anything
more American than complaining

about teeny, tiny insults
no one can see.

In Iraq, we can't hear
the microaggressions

over the bombing
and the screaming!

Really?
How would you feel

if people implied
you were a terrorist?

Be more specific.
Do you mean the police,

the TSA
or the federal government?

Your generation takes
things too seriously.

Murray's just
old-school.

I mean, that's the
way we used to talk.

I used to poker with
these Irish guys:

you know, uh, Drunky,
Fighty, O'Boozehan.

So how would you like it
if they called you "The Jew"

and said you were cheap?

They did, and I am.

I'm driving 30 miles to save
five bucks on sprinkles, huh?

That's less than the sales tax.

L'chaim.

Hey, sorry, I didn't have
any more flour in the truck.

Uh, tell Arthur I'll bring you
the rest tomorrow.

Okay, bye.

You must be good
at some sport, right?

No, man. But you know what?

I do like watching some hockey.

Hockey?
Mm-hmm.

Really?

I bet you catch some flak from
your homies back in the 'hood.

What the hell's that
supposed to mean, man?

It means your friends
from the neighborhood

are giving you
the ol' what for.

I know what it means,
Sweatpants!

We're done here.

Oh, whoa, whoa.

Take it down
a notch there, Tupac.

You fired Murray?

The dude's a racist.
And it got worse after you left.

You don't have the
authority to fire people.

You barely have authority
over the napkin dispensers.

Arthur, we have
an opportunity here.

Money talks.

If we give our business
to principled people,

it'll encourage people
to act that way.

Ah-ah-ah, business and
principles don't go together.

It's like Lady Gaga
and Tony Bennett.

It just feels forced.

Look, I've been working
with Murray for 30 years.

Look, man, this-this is
a lot to me, all right?

This means so much to me.

I know we can find
some decent human being

to give our business to.

All right, but Saturday's
the biggest day of the year.

You got two days, or otherwise
I go back to Murray.

You won't have to!

I hope.

Man, this is Chicago.

Where am I gonna find somebody
who's not racist by Friday?

Well, if it helps,
I know a butcher

who does a pretty good job
hiding his anti-Semitism.

*

Hello?

Tush?

TUSH:
In the kitchen.

What's with all
the scented candles?

Did the power go out?

Are you getting high in here?

High on seasonal fragrances.

It felt like your place
could use a little "jeuje,"

so I picked up
some pumpkin spice candles.

Are you cooking?

Yeah, dinner's almost ready.

I hope you like paella.

Now, I didn't like the look
of the Norway lobster,

so I doubled up on cuttlefish.

Mmm. Wow.

This is really weird,

in a totally different way
than I expected.

Cooking's kind of
a hobby of mine.

And this is just my way
of saying thank you

for letting me stay here.

Oh, and I hope you don't mind,

but I synced up your living room
and bedroom DVRs.

Wow.

I-Is that even possible?

Of course. What if you're
watching Blue Bloods here,

but want to get cozy
and finish in bed?

I can't tell you how many times
I've wanted to do that.

See? I'm looking out for you.

(bell dings)
Let's eat.

What are you
working on?

A menu for the Pride Parade.

I need a big weekend,

and I'm not above
pandering to the lesbians.

So I'm offering
a "vagitarian wrap."

ARTHUR:
Hey, Randy.

How's the roommate thing
going with Tush?

Honestly, pretty shocking.

Did you see the birthmark?

I've only heard him
talk about it.

Does it really look like
a fat baby Jesus?

No.

He's actually
the perfect roommate.

He got me silk sheets

and then he replaced
my sweatpants with silk pajamas.

Ooh.

Yeah, I was so slippery,
I woke up on the floor.

Silk sheets?

Sounds like he wants
to get randy with Randy.

No.

He's just being considerate.

You know, he bought me candles,
made me dinner...

Oh, God.

He does want
to get randy with Randy.

Weighing in at 180 pounds,
from the South Side of Chicago,

meet Howard, the owner
of Black Flour Milling!

Yo, the company's been

in Howard's family
for three generations.

HOWARD: We employ
200 people locally,

and every employee
is a stockholder.

And he got shirts.

BOTH:
Black Flour.

(both laugh)

FRANCO:
See?

I told you, we can do business
without compromising.

Yeah, I get it, he's
an American treasure.

Now, where's my damn flour?

Oh, out in the truck.

Hey, Franco, could you
give me a hand, man?

My shoulder's been acting up.

Oh, yeah? Me, too.

I got a bad shoulder.

Well, I have a theory on that.

It's all those
giant purses you carry.

I mean,

why do women
have to pack a suitcase

just to get their nails done?

(laughter)

They need something big enough

to carry all that
bitching and moaning, huh?

(laughter)

Actually, I got shot
in the shoulder.

Because I'm a cop.

Damn. This city is messed up
if they're shooting meter maids.

She's not a meter maid,
she's a patrol officer.

No kidding.

Well, good for you!

Hey, I got more shirts
if anybody wants one.

I'll grab them from the truck.

Oh.

FRANCO and HOWARD:
Black Flour.

(Franco laughs)

I love that dude, man.
See, I told y'all

we can find somebody
that's great.

"Great"?

Did you hear what he just said
about me being a cop?

Yeah, he said he was impressed.

He was impressed that she has
a job that a man normally has.

RANDY:
Yeah, it's like

when a man says,
"You're such a strong woman,"

or, "You're so independent,"

or, "Look at you voting."

I was happy for you!

Trust me, Howard didn't mean
anything by it, okay?

He's just... Howard's just...

"Old-school"?

Randy, I'm sorry, but I think

you're just taking it
the wrong way.

Oh, are we being
"too sensitive"?

FAWZ:
No, no, no, no, no, no.

This is completely different.

Franco was being too sensitive.

You can't help being sensitive;
you're a woman.

Okay, don't-don't be
on my side, Fawz.

This would be
a great conversation to have,

after I get my damn flour.

Arthur, you cannot
do business with that guy.

And why not?

He is not as bad as Murray.

Oh, so you're telling me that
racism is worse than sexism?

I get both,
so, yay, I win.

I got more shirts.

He got more shirts.

Yeah, and one of
our Black Flour calendars,

which you are gonna
want to hang in the back

where the ladies can't see it.

Oh.

Yeah, uh, can
you go that way?

Um, look, Howard, this
is not gonna work out.

You offended
my friends.
Who?

The curvy cutie
or Detective D-cup?

Ah.

So, how was it
letting Howard go?

Oh, well, tried to
explain to him

why it wasn't
gonna work out,

and he said,
"Bitches be trippin'."

I'm calling Murray.

You tried.
Your guy didn't work out.

No, we just can't give up.

Yo, look, I can find somebody
principled, Arthur.

I still got time.

If we take the easy way out,
nothing's gonna change.

SOFIA:
Oh, you know,

my friend works at
Progressive Co-op Flour.

Their flour is non-GMO,
and it's milled in a pansexual,

solar-powered farm collective.

I did not understand
any of that.

Can you please, please
call your flour person?

Yeah, sure,

but you have to fill out
a soul survey.

They want to make sure
that their customers

have positive energy
and good karma.

Nope. Forget it.

They don't charge sales tax.

Then my birthstone
is topaz.

And my love language
is physical touch.

TUSH:
Hey there.

Sorry, nothing special tonight.

Just a creamy Brie
and a mischievous little rosé.

(sighs)

Oh, that's nice.

But first, why don't you
get comfortable.

Go slip into those new PJs.

Right.

And I don't know
who you're trying to impress,

but lose the bra already.

(sighs)

Okay, Tush, I'm flattered.

But I'm not gonna
sleep with you.

Whoa.

Who said anything
about sexy time?

The candles, the cooking.

You just told me
to take my bra off.

I'm trying to get you
to take care of yourself.

Your gals need to breathe.

Come here, sit down.
(clears throat)

I'm worried about you.

When Liz left me
for Dr. Doug Derrickson

of Derrickson Dental in Des
Plaines, the wheels came off.

I was eating cereal over the
sink, sleeping in my clothes.

I had to figure out
how to live alone.

And when I got here and saw
those takeout containers,

I knew what was happening.

Your daughter's away at school,
you don't think you have

anyone to take care
of, but you're wrong.

There is someone.

Do you know who it is?

Me?

Let me finish.

It's you.

I noticed you've
been spending

a lot more time at
the donut shop lately.

Yeah, I know.

It's just so quiet here.

Hey,

I know what it's like
to be lonely.

And I've loved
having a roomie again.

But I'm shipping out tomorrow,
and I want to make sure

you keep taking care
of a special someone.

Me?

Boy, I am not gonna miss
all these interruptions.

I'm sorry, Tush.

Thank you so much
for looking after me.

Uhp. (sighs)

I'm gonna miss it here when
I go back to Casa de Tush.

Oh.

That's why it gets
rented so fast.

Lyric, thank you so much for
getting that flour so quickly.

Oh, no worries.

I was already on my way to a
protest against patriarchal,

gender-conforming
children's books.

And now another episode
of "Why Trump Won."

Franco is encouraging his boss
to only do business

with companies
with strong principles.

LYRIC:
Well, then that's us.

For every empty
flour bag you return,

we clothe a family
of six in Ecuador.

With one bag?

How big are these people?

Look, we don't want
to participate

in polluting our
Mother Earth.

So we reuse and
repurpose everything.

This belt was made from
those plastic six-pack rings

that strangle
sea turtles.

Whoa.

My wallet's
made out of turtle.

Oh, it was a gift.

The turtle--
which was a boring pet,

so I turned him
into a wallet.

See? I repurpose, too.

You give bald
people a bad name.

Namaste.
Namaste.

I know she's a lot to take,
but she's a really good person.

And you got your flour.

And our rainbow donuts.
Yeah!

Made from the world's most
socially-conscious flour!

Mmm.

Mmm.

Interesting.

Yeah, I'm getting notes
of vanilla and nutmeg.

Really? 'Cause I'm getting
notes of tree bark and ass.

These are terrible.
Throw 'em out.

I'm calling Murray.
You're not calling Murray.

Look, we have no choice.
The parade is tomorrow.

Experiment over.

Arthur, you just
don't get it, man.

Hmm?

And you know why?

'Cause you're an
old white guy.

You're never gonna
understand how I feel.

Or how they feel.

And that's okay.
That's cool.

But if you're gonna use
Murray, man, just...

at least have my back
and do the right thing.

How?

Talk to him.

Tell him to get
his ass in line.

All right, fine, I'll do it.

Thank you.

Your wallet isn't really
made out of turtle, is it?

Oh, no, no, I was just
messing with her.

I got it at Macy's.

It's made of reindeer.

Arthur, a cup of coffee
and three maple creams.

What happened to
your parade-float diet?

They kicked me off.

The business council decided
that priority should be given

to members of the LGBT

QVC community.

How can I not be
one of those letters?

It's half the alphabet!

Look, I'm sorry,
I'm out of everything.

Have no fear, flour is here.

Oh, thank God.

Listen, we better get
that stuff to the kitchen,

because I got one hour
to make 600 donuts.

But first?
Oh, right.

Uh, Murray, um,

apparently you, uh,
offended Franco

with some of your
comments the other day.

Yeah, I kind of figured that out

when he fired me.
Yeah.

Well, you know,
his generation is

kind of sensitive
about that crap.

"Crap"?

Uh, stuff. (chuckles)

You and I know these kids are
just being touchy, you know.

They blow things
out of proportion.

I mean, you and I
were just kidding around.

They should learn
how to take a joke.

Get to the damn point.
See what I mean?

You know what, Arthur?

I actually agree with Franco.

You do?

You do?

For 30 years,
I've been listening to you

make little cracks
about gay people.

And I got to be honest,
they kind of bug me.

Why?

Oh.

Oh.

Oh. Yeah, I see.

I'm on my way to the parade.

Wow, Murray.

You don't seem gay.
Really?

What does a gay person
seem like?

Should I be wearing a feather
boa and singing show tunes?

That certainly
would help.

You always seemed like
a guy, you know?

A guy guy.

I think what he means
is heteronormative.

D-Don't you dare
help him.

Murray, I mean, why didn't
you ever say anything?

Because I need your business.

So I've kept my mouth shut.

Even the other day,
when you made that joke

about gay guys
"bending over backwards."

Huh?

Uh, you said that
"it's their party,

but we're the ones
bending over backwards."

Which, correct me if
I'm wrong, Murray,

but you bend
over forwards.

You know what? I've had it.

Like Franco said
when he fired me,

I want to be in business
with principled people.

So find your flour
somewhere else.

Well, no--
uh, Franco, please, please.

All right, all right, all right.
Murray, Murray, w-wait, wait.

Look, Arthur's sorry.
Right, Arthur?

Yeah, very sorry.

You're a good man.
And quite handsome.

So what would you say
if Arthur donated

a portion of today's profits
to an LGBTQ cause?

Yeah.
How much?

30 percent.
30 bucks.

30 percent, huh?

Yeah, uh, to AIDS.

You know, against it.
There's no pro-AIDS
charity, man.

Yeah, look, Murray.

Look, I-I had no idea
I was offending you,

and I'm sorry.

I guess I need to be more aware
of the things that I say.

There we go.
There we go!

All right, so Arthur learned
something about homophobia.

Yeah.
And thanks to Sofia,

I learned something
about sexism.

And, uh...

Murray...

you learned...?

I'm sorry, Franco.

I didn't mean to offend you.

And I promise
I'll try and do better.

Thanks, man.

Ah, crap, I'm blocked in
by some Chinaman!

So I guess we should probably
keep looking for a flour guy.

Yep!

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