All language subtitles for stick.s01e07

I freeze you with
my mutant powers.

I can't move.

I can't move.

Honey, please help
me. I'm frozen.

No talking! You frozen.

You better zip it.

You heard Mutant Boy.

What am I supposed to do now?

Now you must pay
for all your crimes.

Please, I have
money in my wallet.

-If I can just reach it.
-You...

No! You must pay with your life.

What? That's pretty aggressive.

No!

You've shattered me in
a million pieces. No!

Hey, Mutant Boy, wait!

Mutant Boy, I beg you,
don't leave me like this!

Dad, I'm sorry.

Jett, you upstairs?

What's going on?

I didn't mean to.

Is that a...

A brontosaurus.

The largest of the quadrupeds.

Well, that explains
the flooding.

-Mystery solved.
-What happened?

Well, we have a brontosaurus
stuck in the toilet.

-Again?
-Yeah.

Who knew that was
their natural habitat?

Well, I mean, it is a sauropod.

But there are other aquatic
dinosaurs, you know?

-Like...
-In this toilet?

No! No, of course not. No.

But the G.I. Joes, they were
trying to save the brontosaurus.

No. Jett, you can't send those
guys on a fool's mission like that.

That's...

-Am I in trouble?
-Well...

Yeah!

You gotta keep the
dinosaurs out of the toilet.

I think that's how they became
extinct in the first place.

No, they were wiped
out by an asteroid.

That's another
school of thought.

How do you know so
much about dinosaurs?

Dad, I'm seven years
old. I'm not a baby.

Wait.

You're seven?

Okay. We need to
talk about this.

I mean, what were you thinking?

Were you even thinking?

-I don't know.
-Where were you going?

Nowhere. We were
just driving around.

Mrs. Anders said she saw you guys coming
out of the McDonald's drive-through.

Dylan needed a salad.

Well, I appreciate that
Dylan is health-conscious,

but you cannot do that.

I mean, do you know
how dangerous that is?

Especially at night.

Hey, don't ignore
me. This is serious.

-Something could've happened to you guys.
-You're being dramatic.

Am I?

I think I'm being
pretty measured and cool

considering my 13-year-old just
took the car out for a joyride.

Do you have to tell Mom?

What do you think?

Hey.

Don't walk away from
me. We're not done here.

I said I was sorry.

Did you? I didn't hear that.

Hey, don't walk
away from me. Jett.

Hey. Frosty?

-Hey, Pryce. Good to see you.
-Good to see you.

Why don't you just, like,
tell her you like her shirt?

Girls love that.

They wanna talk
about their clothes.

-So embarrassing.
-What? No, it isn't.

Just grab a lemonade and
bring it over to her.

No. Just...

-What? No?
-No.

What about if you
have her, like,

-do the limbo thing with you?
-Yeah.

You've got no game.

I have game.

Ask your father. I have...

-Your mom has serious game, okay?
-Yeah.

This is the Shaquille O'Neal

-of seduction.
-Wow.

-Seduction?
-Yeah.

-Yeah.
-Please never say that word to me again.

What, you don't wanna hear
how your mom seduced me?

How she's this siren,
this temptress.

Dad.

Okay, sorry. Just go
with the lemonade.

And just be yourself.

That's all the game you need.

He looks good.

Yeah. I'm impressed.

Uh-oh.

Passing the lemonade stand...

-Okay...
-...rejecting Dad's idea.

Calling an audible.

-Target locked.
-Is he gonna move in?

Come on, honey. You got this.

-Smile.
-Yeah.

-Yeah. Yeah.
-It's working.

-They're really cute.
-Yeah.

Okay, why is he walking?

-He's retreating.
-Wait, what's he... Oh, God.

He's doing push-ups.

Wait. I can't watch this.

-Why is he doing push-ups?
-Why?

-Why is he doing...
-Why would you do...

Wait, no, no, no.

It's working.

Push-ups worked.

-Oh, my God.
-He's got game like his mom.

Who knew?

Hey, Pryce!

Are you trying to
give me gray hair?

What's going on?

Your son and Conor
decided to give each other

-homemade tattoos with this.
-No.

Did you even clean the needle? Do you
know this is how you get hepatitis?

Is that right? A or B?

All of 'em. All of
the hepatitises.

-Who cares? Look at your son's shoulder.
-Dad, it was supposed to be...

-it was supposed to be an eagle.
-Okay.

That doesn't look like an eagle.

I know, Dad. Conor's an asshole.
He thought it'd be funny.

-I'm calling his mother.
-No.

No, no, no. Please
don't call his mom.

-Please. Don't...
-You have a dick on your shoulder!

And balls. But hold
it. Let me see this.

-Let's not panic here.
-Wait.

-I might be able to fix it.
-Pryce, no. No!

Wait. Let me add a few strategic
lines, and we can repurpose this.

Hold it.

-Hold it, hold it.
-Babe! Babe!

What are you gonna do?

-You're actually tattooing our child.
-Hold on.

Yeah, I'm trying to save it.

Voilà.

What the hell is it?

It's a Civil War cannon. You
know, like he's a history buff.

It looks like a dick on wheels.

-You're out of your mind.
-Dad!

-It does! Look at that.
-Dad!

-It looks good!
-Oh, my God!

Jett!

Hey! Hey, turn the music down!

I know you hear me!

Hey, you're not the
only one who lives here.

Jett! Jett! Hey! Hey.

-Hey, Dad.
-Did you not hear me?

-No.
-Yeah 'cause your music's too loud.

Come on, you gotta turn it down.
That's gonna screw up your hearing.

Okay, yeah, sorry.

How's it going?

Pretty good. Got
almost everything.

I have to put some of this stuff
in the garage though, I think.

God, it feels really
empty in here.

Yeah.

What are you gonna do with this?

Throw away.

No way.

-Yeah.
-Jett, you can't get rid of this.

Dad, come on. Not you too.

What?

Don't get all weepy
and shit like Mom.

I never let myself imagine this.

It's just college.

I...

I didn't get enough time
with you, Mutant Boy.

You got me.

Okay, you're unfrozen.

Would you mind helping
me take this downstairs?

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

What if I never see you again?

Dad, I'm gonna be, like,
three hours away, okay?

Well, let's do something
together before you go.

Yeah, I have plans. I'm
meeting the guys tonight.

-You can't go.
-What?

It's Julian's last night
before he goes to Notre Dame.

Jett, you gotta stay with us.

But, Dad, come on. I have plans.

I know, but we've
got plans with you.

Do you ever think about that?

Jett, your mom and I have plans.

And do you ever think about what
you leaving would do to her?

Mom's gonna be all right.

-What about me?
-Dad.

What if I'm not
gonna be all right?

You'll be fine. Okay?

I mean, what's that thing
you're always telling me?

-It's Grossweiner's law, right?
-Yeah.

You gotta let the past go.

Yeah, I'm scared to do that.

You gotta focus on
the moment, Dad.

It's the only thing
you can control.

Where's your son?

My son?

The pickleball kid.

No, he's not my son.

He left.

Is that why you were crying?

Maybe.

You want an orange juice?

Sure.

-Thanks.
-Yeah.

-Hello?
-Hey. Did you know?

Did you know what Pryce
was doing with Zero?

I did not know about the money.

He broke his heart, Mitts.

I know.

Well, I've been on record several
times, the man's an asshole.

-Where is he?
-No idea.

But he's like a dog, he'll show
up the last place he was fed.

Okay, where are you going?

I'm taking Zero to
the bus station.

I need you to do me a favor.

But with Ready Safe Insurance's
True Form Protection Plan,

you'll always be ready
to hit the next shot.

I'll see you at this year's
Ready Safe Invitational

on August 14th in
Tulsa, Oklahoma.

Apparently he's a real asshole.

That was a really nice driver.

Pryce punched him in his face.

Pryce needs to be
punched in the face...

So we're going directly
to the airport.

Mitts said he'll drop off
our stuff in a few days.

I'm sorry about what
happened, mi amor.

I didn't know what
Pryce was up to.

No, if I did...

I would not have
been okay with it.

It's all good, mami.

No, mijo.

I shouldn't have let us
get mixed up in this.

I didn't protect you
and you got hurt.

And for that I'm sorry.

But I just want to say,
Zero really liked you.

That was not an act.

I know they were not being honest
about the money, but the connection?

That was real.

Whatever.

I'm used to it. So...

Used to what?

Nothing. Can we
go? Can we just go?

Yeah, okay.

Tell me.

What do you mean
you're used to it?

People liking me just
for golf and shit.

Same as Dad.

No.

Your dad...

Your dad had issues.

Has issues. Multiple,
many kind of issues.

But he loves you.

That's bullshit, Mom.
I fucking tested it.

You tested it?

Nothing. Never mind.

Is that why you
stopped playing golf?

Look, I quit and he went ghost.

Remember, I told him I didn't want
to play in the Westview Qualifier,

and two weeks later he left.

Two weeks.

I was just a fucking golfer to him.
He didn't give a shit about me.

No, mi amor, your dad
didn't know how to show it.

Mom, don't make this
something it's not.

Okay?

He's had three years.

He knows where I am. All
he had to do was show up.

That's it.

But he didn't.

I was just a fucking
golfer to him,

and it's the same with Pryce,
and it's the same with Zero.

They are all the same.

-Mi amor. Mi vida. Mi vida.
-No, mami.

All right.

Where you gonna go?

I got a friend in Charlotte,
lined up a hosting gig.

-At a restaurant?
-Funeral home.

Okay, well, I guess that tracks.

You know, everyone in Santi's
whole life revolves around him

like he's the fucking sun.

God forbid one of us actually
do something for our self,

-you know?
-Hey, hey. That's not why he's upset.

Pryce offered me money in a moment
where I really needed it. Okay?

That doesn't make
me a fake person.

He said that
because he was hurt.

He's hurt? I'm hurt.

He called me a clown. He said
I was cosplaying my gender.

I mean, I fucking
had sex with him.

That's like giving pussy
to the state of Florida.

Okay. That's enough, okay?

I'm sorry my feelings are
making you uncomfortable.

No, it's just, like, he said
some things he shouldn't have.

He said I'm not a
real person, Mitts.

Do you understand that?
Like, do you get that?

Yes. But sometimes people
say things that they...

No, I don't need a lecture
from you right now, okay?

I just... I need you to hear me.

-I need you to, like, hold space for me.
-Just... You know what? Jesus.

Just shut the fuck up for a
second, all right? I'm your friend.

You can't tell your friends what to do
or when to listen or when to hold space,

whatever the fuck that is.

I mean, your whole
generation just exhausts me.

We can't just have a
simple conversation.

Santi said some cruel shit.

I get it.

But you broke his trust.

Do you get that?

I mean, that happened first.

And you can try to work the math
by harping about what he said

and how it was unforgivable
and unacceptable,

but, the fact is,
the kid is in pain.

And I know Pryce put you
up to it. Believe me.

And that's a whole other
fucking ball of wax.

But the bottom line
is, you hurt him.

You didn't mean to, but you did.

And sometimes people who love each
other hurt each other at the same time.

I mean... Francine
and I certainly did.

But, look, that's
just part of life.

Still doesn't make it okay
for him to say what he said.

Oh, my God.

You're a tough customer.

Look, I think you
have a good heart.

And, you know, I don't know,

I hope somehow you can learn from
this experience, you know. And...

Do you need money?

-No.
-Nah, here, just...

Seriously.

No. It just doesn't feel right.

Yeah, neither does eating
food in a bus station.

Just take it.

Thanks.

I really liked him.

I know you did.

All right.

Bye, boomer.

All right.

And don't eat in there.

I'm serious.

I speak from experience.

But it's only an hour flight.

Also, why is this a problem?

It's not about
flight time, ma'am.

One animal per passenger,

and they have to fit under
the seat in front of you.

Excuse me.

Attention, all passengers.

Flight 238 to Indianapolis will be
boarding at Gate A in 40 minutes.

Okay, look.

Coolio can come
here with Amorcita.

And it's perfect.

One animal per passenger.

If you'd like, one of them
can ride in baggage for $215.

What kind of Sophie's
choice is that?

Look. Which one am I
supposed to put in storage?

I guess the one
you like the least.

I don't speak Spanish.

Perdón.

Wanna make a hundred bucks?

-Please?
-I'd like to make 300 bucks.

I know you're sad. Okay? But
this is what we're gonna do.

We are going to go home.

We're gonna go home.

I'll get my old job back.

And your senior
year's coming up.

Maybe you can work
part-time at the store.

Jojo's Party Bazaar?

Well, I mean, you'll have to
interview with the manager,

but I'll put in a good word.

If you still want to play, mi amor,
after all this, we can talk about it.

Maybe you try out
for the school team.

Or you can coach kids.

We'll figure something
out together.

Okay?

Together, together,
together, together.

Attention, all passengers,

we will now begin boarding Flight
238 to Indianapolis at Gate A.

Yo. Santi. Hey.

-Hey.
-What are you doing here, Pryce?

-I just want to talk to you for a sec.
-No, absolutely not.

You've done enough damage.
Leave my son alone.

-Elena, please, just two minutes.
-No, Pryce.

I would kill you right now,

-but there are cameras everywhere.
-Mom, it's okay.

-No, Santi.
-Mami.

Listen, I...

I'm sorry for all the
stuff behind your back.

It was a jerk thing to do,

and I understand you never
wanting to see me again.

But I just wanted to tell you
the truth before you left.

The truth about what?

The best part about the past
eight weeks wasn't the golf,

it was the pickleball.

-Pickleball?
-Yeah.

And not just the pickleball.

I mean, the... Mitts cooking

and us all sitting around
laughing and telling stories

and throwing marshmallows
at each other.

And playing slapjack.

And you trying to drive the RV.

I mean, that was scary.

You're not a good driver.

I guess what I'm
trying to say is that,

you're wrong.

I don't just care
about the golf.

I don't give a shit
about the golf.

I give a shit about you more.

Santi, we're boarding.

And I just wanted you
to hear that from me.

Okay?

You are my friend.

And that's got nothing to do with
how well you swing a golf club.

That's just how we met.

Santi.

Okay. You better go.

And tell your mom I'm sorry.

I'm kinda scared to go near her.

-What did he want?
-Just said he was sorry.

Next passenger please.

Yeah.

Hi, welcome aboard.

Hi, welcome aboard.

Perfect.

What are you doing? Come on.

I can't.

No, ey, ey.

-We're leaving.
-I need to talk to him.

-No, mijito, we're going.
-Sorry, sorry.

Sorry. Excuse me.

-Miss, you need to board now.
-Yeah? I'll be... Yeah.

Hijo, we're going.

No, I need to talk to Pryce!

No, Santi.

Santi!

Sorry.

Ay, the dog. I need my dog.

I'm keeping my $300.

Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.

But I only bought it 'cause they
made me to get through security.

Yeah, it's a
nonrefundable ticket, sir.

It was just ten minutes ago.

-Wasn't there a grace period?
-Th... No.

When did grace periods
stop being a thing?

-Pryce!
-I mean...

-Santi.
-Pryce. Pryce.

What are you doing? You're
gonna miss your flight.

Shit. Okay.

Look, I wanna keep playing.

I think you should keep playing.

No, I mean now.

Look, I...

I can't go back to Indiana, you know,
wondering what I could have done.

I want to stay on
the road. With you.

I want another shot.

We took our shot, Santi.

You walked off the US Amateur.

No. I'm not talking
about the Amateur.

I'm talking about the show.

-The show? Yeah?
-Yeah. I've been thinking about it, okay?

I shot a 66 at Applebrook,
68 at Moorefield,

67 at Sandy Valley,
and at Crooked Stick...

You were three under.

-I've got a zero handicap.
-I know. So?

"Whether it's at home, at work,

or out on the golf course, look,
things don't always go as planned.

But with Ready Safe Insurance
True Form Protection Plan,

you'll always be ready
to hit the next...

"shot."

-Yeah.
-You got it. That's good.

What are you talking about?

"I'll see you at this year's
Ready Safe Invitational

on August 14th in
Tulsa, Oklahoma."

No, you can't be serious.

-Come on.
-Why not?

Because it's totally
insane. That's why not.

Insane but doable.

Right? I mean, you know the guy.

-Yeah, but...
-Santi!

-We're gonna miss the plane.
-Mami, no, no...

I can't go back, okay?

I can't go back. I
wanna keep playing.

No, no.

You're not gonna have
anything to do...

No, Mom.

Stop.

Okay?

-He lied to you.
-They were white lies.

And some of them, I wouldn't
even classify as that.

It's that gray area...

Shut your mouth, Pryce.

My job is to protect you.

And I'm not gonna risk
you getting hurt again.

So if you wanna play after you
graduate, we can talk about it.

But until then, no.

I don't wanna wait.
I wanna do this now.

-No, you have to trust me.
-Mami, I want...

-No, you need to trust me, mami.
-No.

Te amo, but I can't
go back to Indiana.

I mean, there's
nothing there for me.

Please, I wanna keep going.

What if something
happens to you?

Something's definitely
gonna happen to me.

That's life.

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

You hurt my son again and
I will fucking end you.

-Understand?
-Comprende. I... Yes, ma'am. I understand.

So, what does this mean?

The Ready Safe Invitational?

Are you stupid?

PGA rules says that anyone
with a zero handicap

is eligible to play in a PGA
event, and I have a zero handicap.

Right, so all Santi needs
is a sponsor exemption.

Is he making this up?

No. It's a moon shot, but
technically it's possible.

Exemptions are given
out all the time.

Oh, yeah. All the time.

Well, Tiger, Phil
Mickelson, Michelle Wie,

they all got
exemptions as amateurs.

Nick Dunlap got one last
year, and he won the AMEX.

Mitts, did I or did I
not see my son devastado

in the middle of the
Amateur by this fucking guy?

Yeah, that's the
pendejo. Right there.

And now you want him to play in
a professional golf tournament?

No, no. Hold on.
This is his idea.

This is your idea?

Yeah.

I don't know which of
you is the bigger idiot.

That would be Pryce, but
Santi's running a close second.

Okay. The Ready Safe
is next week, guys.

So if we're gonna do this,
we have to move on it.

Okay. But why the Ready Safe?

-He knows.
-Yeah, yeah.

Okay.

Because Clark Ross
hosts the event

and he can hand
out the exemptions.

-There you go.
-But I thought you two hated each other,

so why would he give
you an exemption?

He won't give him anything.

He wouldn't give
me the time of day.

But sometimes somebody
can be convinced.

-Oh, yeah.
-You know.

-Yes, I do know.
-Okeydoke.

Wink-wink. Nudge-nudge.

-I get it. I get it. Yeah.
-Know what I mean?

There's that old twinkle.

-That old Mitts twinkle.
-Yeah.

But why is it so funny?

Well, this would be the biggest
hustle we've ever pulled off

-in our illustrious career, my friend.
-Indeed.

You're gonna hustle him.

No, no, we're gonna hustle him.

Like, we? Meaning me?

Meaning all of us.

Of course, to pull this off,
we are gonna need a roper.

Yeah, we got one.

Hey, nomad.