All language subtitles for love_and_war_s01e09_for_john

He was the kind of guy you'd expect to
find in a place like the Blue Shamrock.

On a night like tonight, you could
always go rest your elbows on his bar

lose yourself in the feeling that time
was standing still.

Somehow, you felt connected to
something.

Maybe some old tradition of New York
City bars.

But mostly, it was about the bartender.

He was the real reason why you were
there.

And now he's gone.

Ike Johnson died yesterday.

And with him went a little piece of this
great old town.

Jack, maybe you're having trouble
writing your column about Ike because

been less than a day and it's just too
emotional a time.

How about having a good cry?

I did.

Well, when we met, I made it clear that
I wasn't one of those enlightened,

sensitive men who starts bawling at the
drop of a hat.

I only remember crying twice in my life.
First time was in 1957 when the Dodgers

left Brooklyn.

Second time was in 1972 when Nixon was
re -elected.

All right, everybody.

I think we could all use something nice
and hot in our stomachs.

Nothing like a little old -fashioned
stew to chase the booze away. Come on.

on, everybody. Get your stews. No,
thanks. No, you don't know what you're

missing. Look how nice it looks.

Peas, carrots, little chunks of
potatoes.

Really? No, thanks. I don't want any
now.

Meg. Just try it. Come on now. Here you
go. Yummy for the tummy. Open wide.

Open, open, open. Nadine, Nadine, will
you please stop acting like my mother?

Next thing you know, you'll be trying to
fix me up with a nice medical student.

How would that be so bad?

I just can't believe Ike's gone.

But I guess if you have to go, that's as
good a way as any.

Peacefully, in a chair, right in front
of the TV.

Gee, it makes you kind of wonder,
doesn't it?

Wonder what it was he was watching just
before the angels came and took him

away.

Hey, guys.

Anybody catch me on the late show last
night?

They re -ran that pilot, Surf and Turf.

You know, I forgot how good I was as
Frankie Turf, the tough but vulnerable

undercover meat inspector.

He killed her. He killed Ike. Jack.

What do you mean? What are you talking
about?

Ike's gone, Kim.

He passed away last night while watching
television.

Oh, wow.

I can't believe that.

Hey, wait a minute.

I was good in that part.

He killed him, all right.

Will you stop it? Here, sit down.

This is not helping anything.

What we need to do is find some way to
deal with our grief.

Which is why I think we should have a
memorial for Ike. Yes. Wow, look, that's

very nice idea, but you didn't know Ike
as well as we did. He'd hate something

like that.

Yeah, I hated people who make a fuss
over him.

I wished him a Merry Christmas once.

He threw a drink in my face.

Ah, the times we had.

Well, I know you're trying to find some
way to say goodbye to Ike, but, you

know... We were a lot closer to the guy
than you were, and we all know that he

wouldn't want this.

I was close to Ike. I only knew him for
three months, but I'd like to think he

saved some of his best abuse for me.

So I'm having a memorial for Ike.
Tomorrow night, right here in the bar,

make all his favorite food, I'll invite
all his friends. Ike didn't have any

friends. He always used to say, every
friend you make is just one more person

who will eventually ask you for a ride
to the airport.

me. I don't care.

I am having this party and that's the
end of the discussion.

You see what I have to deal with?

It doesn't matter whether it's the
single moderator forum or the panel of

questioners. I never win a debate.

I don't want any broth, Nadine.

Broth? What is that? It's not soup. It's
like bath water from a chicken.

Fine. You'll have it later.

Oh, look at this.

Chili, chicken fried steak, onion dip.
Finally, something I can eat around

I found some of Ike's old recipes in a
drawer.

Wrap American cheese slice around small
hot dog.

Eat.

The man was a genius.

I can do it here? Nope, I've got
everything under control.

Let's see.

Pour Rice Krispies into marshmallow.
Stir.

Spread onto cookie sheet. Cut into
squares.

This can't be right.

Maybe I should add some cinnamon and
raisins. Wally, you cannot tamper with

sacredness of the Rice Krispies squares.

They must be pure.

Hey, guys.

Look what I found out in the stockroom.

Ike's favorite beef jerky.

By just in time, too.

Expiration date, June 2010.

Oh, Jack, can you do this? I'm cramping
here.

You know where I found this stuff?

It was stashed behind the mechanical
bull.

Oh, God, the mechanical bull. Remember
that? What was that, about 1980?

Some sales guy came around and convinced
Ike that the mechanical bull would help

business. So he rolls it in the middle
of the bar, plugs it in, and Al, the dry

cleaner...

I guess you had to be there, Wally.

Oh, sorry, honey.

You know, it's just that Ike and all of
us, we share a lot of history together.

Let's just start, okay?

I'm not claiming it was Shakespeare.

I knew when I read the script that there
were some credibility problems.

I mean, an undercover meat inspector who
drives a Ferrari?

It's a stretch.

But could it kill a person?

It's some kind of scrapbook. I found it
when I was down in the stockroom.

Oh, look, mementos from the restaurant.

Gee, Ike didn't seem like the kind of
guy you think things.

Here's an old newspaper article.

Oh, look, with a picture of the blue
shamrock.

Petty mobster, gun down in bar.

Aww.

Some clippings about Ike and the Korean
War.

Oh, his favorite health department
citations.

Hey, look at this.

an article written by you, Meg.

What? Let me see.

Wow. A piece on the 86 World Series.

Why did he save this?

Parents always save things their
children do, especially when they're

them.

Yeah, but I would never... Wow.

He saved this.

There must be a couple of my articles in
there.

Well, look. Wally, look.

I think maybe this is a good time to
start the memorial.

Everybody find a chair.

Jack.

Okay.

I would like to lift my glass in honor
of Ike Johnson.

Don't worry, this isn't a Chardonnay.

Ike hated Chardonnay.

He said it attracted the kind of people
who used words like dysfunctional and

agenda while complaining about the bad
reception on their cellular phones.

So, to Ike, and to... Oh, excuse me, but
the restaurant's closed tonight for a

private memorial service. Right, for Ike
Johnson.

Well, that's why I'm here.

damn hat.

But I loved that Ike Johnson owned a
1970 Buick Skylark,

license plate number XUJ345, alternate
side of the street parking expert,

who once parlayed a Jewish holiday and a
bad snowstorm into 15 straight days of

free parking.

Very impressive.

That's why I asked him out.

Hold it a second.

You dated Ike?

Well, I guess you could call it that.

Every Tuesday, we'd go up to his place
and look through his telescope and talk

about the moon and the stars and... And
the rest ain't none of your business.

Now, wait a minute.

What are you saying?

Ike had a telescope?

Well, where was I? Oh, right.

I was lifting my glass in a toast to the
man... Excuse me.

Is this the memorial for Ike Johnson?

Al. Jack. Al?

The dry cleaner.

Geez, what a surprise to see you here.

Yeah, we haven't seen you in the
shamrock since, well, you know, the

bowl mishap.

Mishap? I couldn't have sex with a
missus for 12 years.

Of course, that was an unexpected bonus.

It was pretty hard to stay mad at Ike,
though. You know, he still always

me his dry cleaning.

So I came to pay my last respects and
return this suit which he brought in

week. Wait a minute.

It can't be Ike's. It's an expensive
Armani.

It was his, all right. He brought it a
couple of months ago.

He said he always wanted one but
couldn't afford it until... Until

some sucker came into the bar one night.

And bought her for twice what it was
worth. He laughed.

He thought it was the... Are

you

her?

Yes. And I didn't overpay.

There are a lot of hidden assets here.

The fixtures.

Things in the basement.

Do you have any idea how much a size 52
Nehru jacket is worth on the open

market?

Have a seat, Al. Plenty of room.

I landed right here.

Don't dwell on it, Al.

This is really amazing, isn't it?

For a guy who said he didn't like
people, people sure liked him.

Yeah, I guess maybe getting everybody
together like this wasn't such a bad

after all.

I'm always right, Jack.

I know you don't believe that, but
eventually you'll come to accept it and

life will be much fuller.

Well, I gotta tell you guys, I feel a
lot better than I did yesterday.

Although, I gotta tell you, I think it's
a little early for Donna to be dancing

with Mr. Fong from the Chinese takeout.

Hey,

Meg. What are you doing?

You okay?

Jack, Ray, I need to prepare you for
something.

I know it will frighten you, but there's
nothing I can do about it.

I think I'm going to cry. Oh, jeez, Meg,
don't do it.

Go ahead and cry, Meg. It's the right
thing to do.

Don't listen to her. She's a woman.
She's trying to lure you over to her

Come on, Meg.

Would you like some broth, Meg? Yes,
please.

Oh, geez, Louise.

You see what's happened now, Wally?

Ike would hate this. Hate it.

People are crying over him, knowing
stuff about him. He didn't want them to

know. This is all wrong.

Well, I'm sorry, Jack, but you're the
one with the problem here. Why is it the

guy who's going to miss Ike the most is
the only one who can't grieve?

Because I'm angry, that's why.

I'm angry at the whole damn mess.

And I'd just as soon hold on to that
anger if you don't mind.

Are we fighting? Yes, we're fighting.
We're always fighting.

We fight in the morning. We fight at
night. We fight so much the U .N. is

considering dropping food and medical
supplies on us.

Oh, that's wonderful, Wally. Really
wonderful.

You take a nice thing like arguing and
you turn it into something ugly.

Scott Jackson, I only want to do the
right thing here. Why are you trying to

make me feel like an outsider?

I am not trying to take Ike away from
you.

Can I have everyone's attention, please?

Attention.

Thank you.

I, uh... I don't usually speak in
public, but, uh... I feel compelled

at this point in the evening to share
with you some of the things that I've

feeling tonight.

Oh, jeez, here we go.

There are so many ways to express
feelings.

What are feelings, exactly?

Pain is one.

The pain of a broken heart.

The pain of a relative who comes to
visit unannounced.

The pain of a young girl caught smoking
in the bathroom by a nun with

tremendous upper body strength.

Five minutes?

Why didn't somebody stop me? We were
afraid. It's like waking a sleepwalker.

you do it too quickly, there could be
permanent damage.

There's absolutely no reason to be
embarrassed.

Everyone was very moved when you sang
Danny Boy.

Yeah, it's been one hell of a night,
hasn't it?

You know what the most amazing thing is?

We didn't know Ike at all.

It really makes you think.

How well do we know each other?

For some reason, people are always
afraid to reveal themselves.

I'm no different.

I've always been a very guarded person.

But there was a time, the night before I
married Charles, I was feeling a little

reckless.

I walked in on the caterer while he was
sculpting a swan out of pastry cream.

His hand seemed so strong and sure.

Suddenly, I wanted to be that swan. I
took the pastry.

I think

we're just going to have to take this in
stages.

I guess we owe you an apology, Wally.

We kept telling you about how you didn't
know Ike.

You didn't know what he wanted.

I guess we didn't know him either.

Well, I knew him.

Sorry, Ike, I know you made me promise
not to tell, but you checked out on me,

so the deal's off.

He wanted us all to think that he didn't
care.

But the day after my dad died, he took
me for a ride in that big old Buick of

his.

It was just the two of us.

And we drove down to the seaport.

And he bought us a ride in the ferry.

And we went back and forth for hours on
that boat, not saying anything.

And then finally, he said exactly the
right thing.

He said, Jack, you're the biggest damn
jerk I ever met.

And you're going to need somebody to
look out for you.

I guess I could do that.

You know what this reminds me of?

The closing monologue from I Never Sang
for my father. Oh, please.

Let me see if I remember.

One day, sitting in his chair,

staring without comprehension at
television, he died.

Alone.

Without even an orange in his hand.

Death ends a life, but it does not end a
relationship which struggles on in the

survivor's mind towards some resolution
which it never finds.

Would it matter if I never loved him or
if he never loved me?

But still, when I hear the word father,
it matters.

Jack, are you all right?

I just got something in my eye.

He's crying. I made him cry.

You did not.

Jack, are you crying? No. I was good.
Admit it. Oh, shut up.

I was like a jar with a stuck lid, and
five people tried to get it open, and

then the weak guy tries, and it pops
right off.

Okay, fine.

Rationalize it all you want. But I think
we all now realize how blind the

theater world has been.

I think we should pack it in. I sense
we're on the brink of hugging, and

I'd like to hang on to whatever small
shred of dignity I have left.

Good night, Walt.

If you need anything, you know where to
find me.

Yeah, sleeping on Mike Nichols' porch.

Good night, Wally here.

Don't worry about the kitchen, Wally.
I'll take care of it in the morning.

There's something I'd like to give to
you, Wally.

It's a crossword puzzle.

Ike and I always used to work on them
together.

Never even finished one without him.

That's our last one.

This is beautiful, Ray.

I'll put it in the scrapbook.

Thank you.

I'm really sorry, Wally. I broke down
like that. I don't know what came over

For God's sake, Jack, I don't understand
you.

Actually, I don't understand anything
about your gender, starting with the

of crying and ending with that whole
pull -my -finger routine.

Be careful, Wally. You're dealing in
sensitive territory there.

I'm serious.

Why do you always have to be the tough
guy?

What is so awful about being a human
being?

To tell you the truth, I'm beginning to
wonder if I wanted to spend any more

time with the guy who's so afraid to
share a simple emotion.

Really?

Well, what do you think now?

Well, your nose is running.

Your eyes are puffy.

You've got prompt.

Come here, tough guy.

Why don't you go home, Jack? I'm going
to lock up here.

You sure?

Yeah. I'd kind of like to be alone for a
while, if that's okay.

Yeah, I know you do.

I'll call you later.

You open?

Yeah, I guess so. Great.

This came from my office?

You wouldn't believe the killing I just
made in the market?

Boom!

It's like the 80s all over again.

God, I miss that decade.

What can I get you?

I'll have...

A glass of Chardonnay.

Something crisp with a buttery finish.

Preferably pre -83, but I'll risk an 86
if it's got good legs.

Sure.

I guess I should call my parents and
tell them the good news.

To tell you the truth, we were the
typical dysfunctional family.

Can I smell that cork, please?

Here.

Don't cut yourself.

What's your problem, lady?

Let's see if I ever come in here again.

That one was for you, my friend.

Thank you.