All language subtitles for You Me Her 3x03 - Tourist Lesbians and Millennial Twats

Previously on "You Me
Her"... I need a plan.

- Yeah, no shit.
- Some way to get the two of them

alone in an enclosed space.

- Is that your dad?
- I'm sober.

- How long?
- A little over a year.

Wow. Only 26 years too late.

The state of the millennial man.

That's my thesis.

So, I'm thinking that I should
meet all of my dates the same way.

Right here, not too late, not too early.

When did you stop wanting kids?

It just kind of happened
gradually over the years.

Have you guys talked about
some version of child care?

We're more talking
about talking about it.

We can't publish
almost-finished theater reviews.

- Yeah.
- Divorce signing thing still on for Monday?

Oh, buddy, is that what this is about?

I just want to make sure that
we're still on for Monday.

Yeah. We are totally a go.

When do you have classes?

Monday, I have a 10:00. Why?

You hired an escort to
get your groove back,

and then you got down
on your fucking knees

and begged her to have your baby.

You owe me 12 fucking years.

Fuck you!

What the fuck?

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Uh...

Babe, I don't know
how it happened, okay?

One minute she was leaving, and
the next minute we were all...

well, I guess you saw.

Iz. Izzy, look at me.

You cannot break up with him over this.

Do not tell me who I can
or cannot break up with

for whatever fucking reason.

No, I'm not telling you.

I'm begging you. Look,
nothing's changed.

I'm still in a committed
relationship in Seattle.

You two are...

Oh, this day has really taken a turn.

Starting without me...

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, fuck.

Hi, babe.

So, that happened.

Oh, you're mad now?

I thought this is
exactly what you wanted

when you parent trapped us.

I was hoping to find you guys
making nice, not making out.

You sure that's all you were hoping for?

Quit mining my subconscious
motivations, doctor dickhead.

Does your subconscious buy
the beer, pizza, and candy?

Oh, you think you're very funny.

Em, are you okay?

Was that Kylie?

Yeah.

Was she super pissed?

No, because I just
lied my fucking ass off.

Something I was really
hoping to eliminate

as a defining character trait.

Why would you lie to her?

Why don't you just
tell her what happened?

Because she's going back.

Uh, what?

No, you're not.

I told you, Izzy, this was a mistake.

Whether it was the two
of us or the three of us,

this never should have happened.

Emma, could you just slow down, okay?

It's not like we're gonna
throw a net over you.

Wait, wait.

What the three of us
did here was special,

and you're just gonna bounce?

Are you kidding me?

I'm happy in Seattle

at Pinnacle

with Kylie.

You guys make sense.

I'm the piece that doesn't fit.

We did this together,

all three of us.

Not just you.

But you're right. It was a mistake.

See you Monday.

Yeah.

Izzy?

If you walk out that door,
don't call, don't text,

and sure as fuck don't
think about dropping by.

You are dead to me.

Emma?

Hey, Carm.

What exactly are you
doing on my front porch?

Not much.

Crying, mostly.

Um...

- Jack and Izzy are...
- Oh, no. No, no, no.

You do not get to show up
here after four fucking months

and just pick this bullshit
up like you never left.

Oh, Carm, I am begging
you. I am a disaster.

Please.

Uh, okay.

I'm gonna count to five, and
then I'm gonna call the cops

and say there's a skinny white woman

kneeling on the porch
of my mixed-race house.

Yeah, well, let's just
wait for them to get here,

and then we'll tell them

I'm your best friend
because cops love that.

Oh, didn't you hear? I
have a new best friend now,

and she's way cooler than the old one.

Oh, is this Emma? Hi, Emma!

So, why is she kneeling?

Oh, yikes.

Never seen her like that.

Who... who are you?

Oh, I'm Hannah.

So, Carmen tells me that you
were a late-onset lesbian.

That is so cool.

- I can't...
- It's... it's just so brave.

Carm!

Oh.

You weren't 100% sure it was over.

No.

But now I am.

Are we doing the thing?

The telepathy thing?

I believe so.

Here, try it.

What am I thinking?

How much you love me.

Oh.

You're turn.

The same, I hope.

No.

I was thinking you should
go get us some Indian food.

I'm kidding.

I was thinking the same thing.

Although now that I've
said it, the Indian food

concept seems pretty good.

Mm.

Thank you.

Are you serious? I don't get any?

What is this, junior high?

Oh, no. I'm sure we can give you a...

No, this is for work.

Hannah and I are reviewing

a very nice Willamette Valley
Syrah for "The Heights."

Okay, well, there is so
little in that sentence

- that made sense to me.
- Gee, I wonder why.

Okay, ladies. I am
sensing some seriously

complicated relationship dynamics here.

Emma, I need you to know I am
not trying to poach your bestie.

Who is she? Who are you again?

I'm Hannah.

H... Hannah.

Paul got transferred to Dallas.

The Matherfields moved,
and Hannah came into my life

- just when I needed her most.
- Aww.

And now we're starting
a magazine together.

I mean, with my Internet following

and Carmen's writing experience,

the idea kinda came up with itself.

Well, okay, that's right
up in my personal space.

Carmen Mae Amari,

from the bottom of my heart
and the depths of my soul,

I am so, so sorry for crawling

so far up my own ass that
all I could see was...

Your colon?

Look, I never should have
pulled away like that,

but everything here reminded
me of everything else here.

Okay, just for scheduling purposes,

how much longer are you
gonna be holding my face?

Until you begin the
process of forgiving me.

I can't stand it when you're mad at me.

I mean, I physically cannot stand it.

You're a dick.

Yeah, I'm a ginormous dick.

And I know it's gonna take you
a while to forgive me, but...

Okay. That's all I wanted to hear.

Oh, thank you. I love you.

Oh.

Oh!

Okay. So, this is happening.

Just let it happen. She's
a world-class hugger.

Mm. When I spent a
summer living in a lavra

- with Romanian hermits, I'd learned so...
- Hannah,

I'm sure Carm's right and you
are really cool and everything,

but I'm gonna need you to
disengage and give us a minute.

And by "give us a minute,"

I mean you got to go. No offense.

I totally understand.

Oh.

Okay.

I love you.

Well, I'm very lovable.

What's wrong?

Remember when you said
that I can't just drop in

and dump throuple bullshit on you.

Yeah, you mean like 20 minutes ago?

It seems longer.

So here's the thing.

I threw an octopus at Jack's head.

I had sex with him and Izzy.

Izzy said if I walked out
the door, I was dead to her.

Which I obviously did
because I am now standing here

with you drinking wine like a huge dick.

But enough about me. How are you?

Tell me about "The Heights."

Do you really get paid to drink wine?

Because that is awesome.

Okay, so I'm still struggling,
I don't know why, to understand.

You guys hadn't spoken in months,

but then you pulled a quickie m�nage,

and why did anybody think
that was a good idea?

Okay, you know that
ridiculous movie thing

where two people wake up
staring at the ceiling like,

how the hell did this happen?

You know, like they
just got sucked up into

a giant sex tornado?

Okay.

Yeah, okay, it is so real,
even with three people.

But you're still getting divorced Monday

and driving back to Seattle?

Yes.

Okay.

Okay.

Hey. Look,

Dave speaks to Jack all the
time, right, so he'd know.

Jack and Izzy really are happy?

Yeah. I mean, they're... they're good.

If that crazy throuple shit
just woke you up in a life

you didn't want anymore,

then dragging it out would
have only made things worse.

Are you sure that you
left for the right reasons,

and not just because you
felt like Jack left you first?

Wash that around for a little bit

because I'm gonna have
some words with Mr. Amari.

Hey, hon.

So, I start a business
and ask for some support,

and suddenly you're
working on a Saturday,

and you come home after the
girls are fed and in bed?

I'm working on a pitch. You
know what that's like, right?

You guys, you know what?
I'm gonna take a tour

around the old 'hood, see if everything

really seems smaller, like they say.

Good to see you.

Sorry, Emma. I can't talk to you.

Team Jack, no offense.

I get it.

So you seriously think I stayed at work

late on a Saturday to piss you off?

Okay.

I seriously think that
nobody leaves this room

until we agree on a plan for the girls.

Well, it's a good thing we
came up with a plan two years

and nine months ago.

Wow. That is some freaky ass shit.

What, that I know my
daughter's age to the month?

How much you sound like your dad.

That's not cool, okay?

I'm not like my dad.

Just in case I wasn't clear,

I'm talking about your
wildly misogynistic,

but otherwise charming, Turkish father.

I am not like my father.

I am progressive and
evolved and feminist A.F.

which I was recently
told stands for "as fuck."

Okay, here's the thing.

I'm not asking for permission.

Okay, I think I get what's
happening here, all right?

Hannah's life seems
all shiny and perfect

with her after-school care
and her imaginary husband,

but I'm standing here
all three-dimensional

with actual opinions on
my daughter's upbringing.

Now, I was under the impression

that that's the way you liked it.

Nobody twisted your arm. We
came up with this together.

You think this has to do with Hannah?

This has nothing to do with Hannah,

and I resent you being so
reductive about my feelings.

Now, me and this amazing Syrah
are gonna take a bath together,

and you're gonna clean the kitchen.

Oh, bummer.

Good luck with that.

I didn't know how you took it,
so I brought you cream and sugar.

What's the idea here?

I'm walking you to school.

Well, I am walking myself to a meeting.

What you do is your call.

Free country and all that.

God, this is so weird.

I'm sure you know why I
wanted to see you today.

Yeah. As you are my thesis advisor,

I would assume that it has to...

Please tell me that
you're making progress.

Oliver, how do I put this?

Um, I am in the "ironing
out the details" phase.

I'm just, like, hacking through
the tall grass of the, um...

I've had a lot going on lately.

Like last semester when
you more or less went AWOL?

No, no, no. This is...
this is different.

My dad, who was dead,

came back to life...

like Jesus.

Except my dad wasn't so much
dead as he was "dead to me."

Izzy, I know having a
resurrection in the family

must be very distracting.

See? Thank you.

Yes, of course.

But writing and defending
a thesis is grueling work.

You're behind on your
TA duties recently,

and you haven't even
started community placement.

Are you sure this is
still what you want?

It is. It really, really is.

Great. Well, no time like the present.

Let's reach out to a few of my contacts

who might have a slot for you.

I mean, that's so cool
and proactive, Oliver.

I mean, you're so good at your job.

But the thing is, is I
had like a previous thing,

and I'm gonna sit until you're done.

How was the meeting with Oliver?

Well, he went off on me.
Just like, no thesis topic,

no community placement, worst
TA ever, blah, blah, blah.

He's such a ball buster.

What have you been doing?

Okay, you really need to get
your head out of your ass, sister.

Before you know it, you're
gonna be 35, married with kids,

and every time you have
that second glass of Chard,

you're gonna bore the living
shit out of the neighbor chicks

- with vows of some day finishing your PhD.
- I know, I know.

I'm actually on my
way to my first meeting

at Directions Youth Services.

It's a center for homeless teenagers.

You working at a soup
kitchen for street kids?

I said youth center, not soup
kitchen. What's your point?

Fuck soup. They are gonna eat you alive.

Jack and Emma signed the papers today.

It only took me six months,

but I finally destroyed their marriage.

Bull fuck.

Please use the more
conventional "bullshit."

Bull fuck belongs in that sex dictionary

with Cleveland steamer
and dirty Sanchez.

Okay, look.

Here's the true postmortem
on the Trakarsky marriage.

Desperate suburban married couple brings

a young, mediocre-looking
escort into their marriage

only to discover that the real problem

with their shitty sex life

is that wifey's actually
gay and doesn't want kids.

You were never the
villain in this picture.

In the end, you guys all
made your own choices.

Nobody got bull fucked.

See? That works.

Hmm, thanks.

I was jacking around
with my friend's guitar,

and he was, all, "Bro,
that's fucking amazing."

Which is weird because, like,

I've never taken a single lesson.

Um, check it.

Dude, that's something
special right there.

Huh? You know?

Don't let anyone tell you different.

Hmm? See? Crazy, right?

Yeah, crazy.

Anyway, um, after you swiped right

and said you were "way up into my ass,"

you left everything else up to me.

Date, time, place, all of it.

Why is that?

What's your point, Nana?

It's Nina, you imbecile.

Nana means grandma.

Why would anybody name their child Nana?

Nana, that's awesome.

God, what is wrong with your
entire generation of men?

Should I just date grateful widowers

and leave you goofy twats
to your vintage bicycles,

multimedia projects,
and ridiculous hats?

Mm, mm, mm.

What the fuck was that?

Oh, I know.

Maybe some fleeting curiosity about me,

like what I do or what I'm
into or anything about me.

Well, actually, I just
wrote an entire song

about this experience.

Let's get you out of here before...

Oh, oh, oh, oh! Whoa, wow.

... before something worse happens.

- Wow.
- Yeah, okay, off you go.

Wow.

Okay, take care.

Don't deprive the world.
Oh, he's Snapchatting.

And here is where they
check their e-mail,

Facebook, et cetera.

We help them with
r�sum�s, job applications,

doctors appointments,
that kind of thing.

If anyone's looking
for an open shelter bed,

or you ever have a question,
just grab one of us. Okay.

Actually, I do just have one question.

What do I do in the meantime?

Hang out. Get to know them.

You'll be fine.

Check it out. New
counselor, comin' in hot!

Hey! White guilt. How's it going?

What are you even doing?

I'm hiding.

Hey.

- Okay.
- What? You don't want to?

Oh, I definitely want to.

But first we're gonna talk
about what you just went through

because that's what people
do when they're in a loving,

committed relationship, yeah?

Yeah.

Scotch?

Big yeah.

What?

- What?
- Nothing.

So that's three consecutive guys

that left cartoon vapor trails
trying to get away from me.

Well, you did basically call
them all pointless dick bags,

so I mean...

If I have to listen to
one more millennial talk

about the 19 things that he's
barely doing, I'm gonna...

Okay, you know, they're just...

They're rifling through
things that they're into,

hoping that maybe something
interests you, too.

And expect you to dive
in whenever, you know,

not wait for an invitation.

Dudes, they get...
they get crazy anxious

when they're sitting across
from a beautiful woman.

Are you anxious right now?

I'm always anxious around you.

I don't know. Maybe Andy was right,

what he said to me when we broke up.

Why, what'd he say?

"It's not me, it's you."

- Fuck.
- Yeah.

- That had to leave a mark.
- Yeah.

Things were...

they were really shitty
the last couple of weeks.

Huh.

Well, I will say this about you, Nana.

You are...

uniquely and completely you.

How is that not just a nicer
version of what the fucker said?

It's different because...

because I wouldn't change a thing.

Way to kill a conversation.

Yeah, it's a gift of mine.

Hi.

Hey.

I'm digging the morning 'do.

Pretty sure a team of
deranged psycho stylists

sneaks in and fucks
with my hair every night.

What's wrong?

I recently got divorced.

I heard.

So, why do I still feel like
the luckiest guy on the planet?

I can get used to being looked
at like that every morning.

Okay.

Izzy.

Hmm?

From the moment I opened
that hotel room door

and saw you for the very first time...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Are you about to
propose to me right now?

What? No.

I just got divorced a few days ago.

Okay.

- But if I...
- Just, just don't.

- Just don't?
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, maybe I'm not the
luckiest guy in the world.

I'm a cautionary tale about
the dangers of polyamory.

No, no, no.

You are the luckiest man in the world.

We just need to...

slow the fuck down, just a little bit.

Yeah?

Just give it some air before
we start sprinting down aisles,

popping out babies.

Both of which I am totally into.

And you.

- I'm very into you.
- Oh?

You even know how babies are made?

Mm.

I think I might have missed that class.

Will you teach me, Doctor?

Pay very close attention.

Ooh, Doctor.

Well, congratulations.

You're pregnant.

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

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