All language subtitles for Driven (2018) S02E01 Dont Think Baby Just Feel

Prologue

"Fucking dreams.
Jumbled pieces of time that tumble..."

Hm... Sorry, I...

I... check

Fuck it.

Sorry, Jesus.

Beautiful.

Zander, baby. It's okay.

Hi.

I'm Colton Donavan.

It's nice to meet you.

I love you, Colty.

Do this for mommy, okay?

A good little boy
does anything for his mommy.

Love means you’ll do this
so Mommy can feel better.

Spiderman. Batman.
Superman. Ironman.

- I know you’re hungry. So am I.
- Ironman.

Superman. Ironman.

I told him you wouldn’t fight this time
because you love me.

Spiderman. Batman.
Superman. Ironman.

Say it.

Say it or it’ll hurt more.

Say it.

- I love you. I love you.- I love you...

Say it.

I love you.

I love you.

No!

Colton?

Oh, fuck.

Fuck!

Rylee...

Just give me a fucking minute.

Colton?

You need to leave.

Just go. I don’t want you here.

I just wanna help.

Get out!

Get the fuck out!
I don’t want you here!

I don’t need you here!

You don’t mean that, Colton.

Like hell I don’t!
I’ve fucked you, Ry,

and now I’m done with you!

I told you that’s all I'm good for...

- Colton!
- Out!

I’m bored with you.
Can’t you see that?

You’ve served your purpose.
I’m done. Get the fuck out!

I’m so sorry.

I’m so sorry.

I’m so sorry I hurt you.

I’m so sorry for everything.

I’m so sorry you were hurt, too.

Please, I need you, Rylee.

I need to feel you against me.

Don’t think baby, just feel.

Rylee.

Rylee.

Do you wanna talk about it?

It was a nightmare.

Nightmares can be brutal.

Just chasing my demons away.

It’s okay to need somebody.

To need... me.

Everybody has moments.

You wanna push me away, that’s fine.

Tell me you need a minute,
that you need...

a pit stop.

You don’t have to hurt me
and push me away to have space.

You wouldn’t go.
And I needed you to go.

I was terrified you’d see
right through me and into me and...

If you saw the things I’ve done...

You’d never come back.

- Colton...
- But you came back.

You’re the first person
to know about those dreams.

You parents?

I thought if they knew
the reasons why I had them, they...

wouldn’t want me anymore.

- Colton...
- Don't. Don’t pity me, please.

I'm not.

I’m thinking about...
how hard it must have been

to be a little boy
and feel all alone

and not ever be able
to talk about it.

You know you can talk to me.

I won’t judge you or try to fix you.

Sometimes just getting it out
makes it a bit more bearable.

I’m sorry.
For not dealing with my shit.

I don’t think I could ever
get my fill of you...

You’re so uninhibited.

What?

Me?

No!

I’ve been with plenty of women
and most aren’t as sexually candid as you.

Plenty of women, huh?

Tell me, Ace.

These “plenty”,

how long do you keep them
around for, Ace?

This isn’t the right time to...
Ah! Four or five months.

- Good to know.
- Yeah.

- One more thing.
- Yeah.

I know you were upset,

but if you ever treat me
like you did this morning...

disrespect me, degrade,
or humiliating me,

understand now
that I will not come back,

regardless of your reasons,
how I feel about you.

Well, it seems
you have me by the balls.

Is that understood?
Non-negotiable.

Crystal clear, sweetheart.
Non-negotiable.

Welcome to the big leagues, Ace.

Are you sure you can handle it?

Because if you can’t,
I can whip something up.

The image of you with a whip,
high heels and nothing else

is exactly what's gonna prevent me
from making breakfast.

Voilà!

Oh, wow, I am so impressed

by the depths
of your fine culinary skills.

Thank you for being here.

Now let’s talk about you
with a whip and bright red stilettos.

Hey, old man!

Colton, how are you?

You okay, son?

Yeah... I’m okay, Dad.
I want you to meet Rylee. Rylee Thomas.

It's a pleasure, Rylee.

Likewise, Mr. Westin.

Oh, Andy, please.

Listen, I apologize for interrupting,

but I’ve been on location
for the last two months.

Got in late last night,
wanted to see my boy here.

Well, I was just on my way out.

I need to drive Rylee home,
but I can stop by your house later?

Oh, please, take your time.

Nice to meet you, Rylee.
See you again.

I got a crazy busy schedule
the next two weeks.

Events and all the junkets
for the sponsorship with you guys.

That’s good, right?

Publicity is always good.

Yeah. Tawn’s doing a great job.

And I’m grateful
that there’s the attention,

but it means less time on the track.

That’s where I need to concentrate

with the season right around the corner.

Understandably.

Well...

Thank you for a great night and...

A fucked up morning?

Yes... that too.

We got through it.

Yeah...

It’s okay.

No, its not okay.

I care about you, Ry.

I care for you.

I just don’t know how to be...

You at least deserve someone
that’s gonna try to be that for you.

Try and be what for me?

Hey...

Thank you for being you...

coming back this morning.

That’s exactly right!

I came back. For you.

For me. For who we are
when we’re together.

For the possibilities of what we can be
if you’ll just... let me in.

I can’t give you what you need
because I’m broken.

I don’t know how to live,
to feel, to breathe,

if I’m not broken.

No. No, Colton. No.

You are not broken.

You’re just... bent.

I just need some time
to process this... you...

It’s just so...

Pit stop.

Pit stop?

Okay.

Pit stop it is then.

Thank you.

I'll call you.

Bye, Ry.

Have you talked to him since?

He’s texted a couple of times,

but I’m the one who said
he should take a pit stop

instead of pushing me away.

But how can he be kissing me one minute
then the next minute ask for one?

I think you freaked him out.

You opened up to him,

he fucked you seven ways
to Sunday...

- Haddie!
- Well, it's true.

You guys were flirty
and fun and serious

and had a great time.

He found himself liking
you in his surroundings.

And then in walks his dad.

And that made it real for him.

I think all of that combined probably
freaked Mr. “I Only Do Casual” out.

You’re probably right.

But in all fairness,

he told me from the start
that he couldn’t give more.

Screw fairness!

But...

It’s my own fault for falling in love...

I knew it! Oh, God.

I need some more wine
after that revelation.

Listen, sweetie...

if he’s what you want,
then it’s time to make him sweat.

You’ve shown him
what life’s like when you’re around.

Now, you need to show him
what it’s like when you’re not.

Let him know that he’s not
your every breath or thought

even if it kills you.

Let him chase you.

Is he worth it, Rylee?
I mean really worth it?

Yes, he is.

He has this side to him
that’s so sincere and sweet.

It’s not just the sex.

Yes, it’s really that good.

Oh, my God.

Haddie! No!

Rylee’s phone, can I help you?

Who? Oh, hiya, Colton,

this is Haddie,
Rylee’s roommate...

She’s a little drunk and a lot busy
right now so she can’t talk.

So here’s the deal.
Get your shit together.

Rylee’s a game changer, babe.

You better not let her slip
through your fingers

or someone else is gonna snatch
her right out from under your nose.

And from the looks of the sharks
circling around tonight,

you better kick that
fine ass of yours into high gear.

Okay! I hope to see you around.

I’ll let her know you called. Cheers!

Haddie Marie, I could kill you.

Okay. And I think that now...

But just wait and see.

You’ll be kissing my boots
when this all pans out.

Cheers.

Sounds good, Avery.

Welcome to the Corporate Caring family.

All right. Yeah, we’ll see you on Monday.

Okay.

Oh, man!

If I knew I was gonna get
this kind of welcome,

I’d come home more often.

Wait, did mom and dad know
you’re back in the States?

I flew in and stayed
with them last night.

I’m heading to Afghanistan
in the afternoon for a sudden assignment.

Wait. Wait, what do you mean
you’re leaving again already?

Perks of the job.
Can we go to lunch?

Somewhere I can see
the ocean... please?

I know the perfect spot.

I know why you’re here.

Thank you for coming
to make sure I’m okay.

The anniversary coming up tomorrow.

I had to be here
in case you needed me.

So that if Max’s mom calls,
I can deal with her. For you.

How’d I ever get so lucky
to have you for a big brother?

Thank you.

So who is he, Bubs?

Who’s the guy that's got you
tied up in knots?

Why would you ever think that?

You’re twisting that ring
around your damn finger

like a worry stone.

And you keep looking at that table
like you expect someone to sit there.

There's a fire in your eyes.

It’s been missing...

since...

He’s...

I don’t know.

It’s confusing and...

I don't really know what it is yet.

Any guy that makes you cry
isn’t worth it.

Maybe if he makes me cry
it’s because he is worth it.

Oh, Bubs...

You're the best, you know that?

- I’ll be right back. Bathroom.
- Yeah.

- Oh, what the hell are you doing?
- The lady’s with me, asshole.

Keep your hands to yourself.

Colton! Colton, let go!

Ace, meet my brother... Tanner.

Tanner, this is my...
Meet Colton Donavan.

So, this is the asshole?

Shit.

Have a seat man.
I need a fucking beer after that.

I’d love to,
but I’m late for a meeting.

Nice to meet you though.

Walk me out?

So, your brother’s in town?

I think we already established that.

Got a short fuse, do we?

When it comes to you, yeah.

Is he here for long?

Just today.

- Been busy?
- Mm-hm.

You?

Yeah...

but this is the calm before the storm
with the season just around the corner.

Why do you seem so distant?

I guess I’m just trying to abide
by your parameters, Ace.

Be exactly what you want me to be.

Which is what?

Emotionally detached,
sexually available and drama-free.

What are you doing here?

It’s a good place to sit
and mull things over.

What exactly are you mulling over?

The shit that I’m supposed
to be getting together.

Can I see you later?

I have plans tonight.

You’re not trying very hard
at being what I want you to be...

because if you were really trying,
you’d be where I want you.

With me, tonight.

Yeah.

I guess you’re right.

Why would I want to be
someone’s beck and call girl?

Predictable is boring, Ace.

And from what I hear,
you get bored real quick.

I’m gonna go back to my brother now.

Let me know
when you get your shit together.

Meet me at the bar.
We're going to Vegas.

You want to tell me
why we’re heading to Vegas last minute

and who the hell
put that stick up your ass?

The damn woman’s gotten
under my skin,

now she’s playing
the hard-to-get card.

Rylee told you no?
You gotta be kidding me.

Well shit, Wood.

We are leaving for the city of sin
in a couple of hours.

Sure there’s a hot piece of ass
so you can tap for the night.

Since all you’re doing is...

fucking Rylee... right?

There’s no commitment there to ruin.

No magical voodoo
pussy hex to break.

She’s got a hot friend.

Yeah. We can swing by Rylee’s house
on the way to the airport.

The two of them can come with us.

Wait. What?

Well, if we’re going to take off on time,
loverboy, we best go get them.

That’s the only shit
you’re gonna give me?

Oh, I haven’t even started yet.

I need some time to process...
ain't every day hell freezes over.

Well, look what the cat dragged in.

Colton!

Hey!

Hey!

I'm Beckett by the way.

Haddie.

- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

Should we clear the room?

Shit, I needed that.

You’re coming with us.

You and Haddie are going on
a little road trip with Becks and me.

So get your asses, pretty ladies.

Where are we going?

What are you talking about?

Vegas, baby.

Come on, Ry.

- Okay...
- Okay...

Okay...

Oh! I got it! Ace!
"And Colton’s Inebriated."

No.

Inebriated starts with
an ‘I’, douchebag.

You are drunker than I thought.

You know why we’re here right now,
why Wood got drunk tonight?

Because you told him no, Rylee.

And nobody, except me,
tells him no.

That’s absurd.

He came back from lunch
one surly SOB

and started telling people
to meet us in Vegas tonight

- at the usual place.
- Usual place.

You guys do this often?

Every couple of months.
Yeah, but here’s the thing...

I’ve never, never seen him bring
the woman he’s seeing along with us.

Now that’s something to think about.

I’m only telling you this
because you matter to him.

More than he’s willing to admit.

And if he matters to you,
like I think he does, really matters,

then you need to hear it.

Thank you.

He’ll never it admit it,
but he’s drowning in his past.

And he might just try to pull you down
so you’re drowning with him.

When that happens, Rylee,
more than anything

he’s gonna need you
to be his lifeline.

He’s gonna be so consumed
and obsessed

with preventing
his past from meeting his future...

he’s gonna need you
to keep him afloat.

All right?

I need to get you a little something.
All right...

That's not good. That's not good.
That's on you, man.

It's not my money,
it's his money.

Take this.

You do that roll.
This little game right here.

Okay.

- You okay?
- Okay.

- Ready?
- Oh!

You better have bets on this one.

I don't even have to look.

You know this, but in fact,
it's actually a dealbreaker.

Oh, my God.

Oh, you're not?

Oh, you're still trying to set up Marty...

Time for sushi real bad, man.

Becks is usually watching his weight.

Oh, you're gonna talk about
the weight thing again?

- I think he looks good.
- This son of a bitch right here,

"Oh, I'm on a diet."

Oh, got a hot date, Ace?

You!

You know what Ace stands for.

Me? And Why would you think that?

"Attracted, charming and exquisite."

More like all consuming ego.

Jesus, man.

- You like that joke, huh?
- I do!

I didn’t like those guys
dancing around you.

It got your attention, didn’t it?

You always have my attention.

Then prove it.

Cassandra Miller.

Current Hollywood darling

and Playboy’s latest
celebrity centerfold.

You’re okay with that?

I need a shot and I wanna dance.
You coming?

Hey, can I get a tequila? Thanks.

Hey.

Hey, how you doing?

- Get you a drink?
- I'm good, thanks.

I said I'm okay.

Get your fucking hands off her!

Time to go, brother!
Time to go! Too much drama!

What the fuck did you think
you were doing?

What? I was buying a drink, Colton.
A drink. That’s it!

Buying a drink? Or flirting around
to get someone to buy one for you?

- We’re done here.
- Answer me!

We had plenty of alcohol.
Is that not good enough for you?

You had to go trolling
for someone to buy you one?

I can buy my own damn drinks
and pay my own way,

especially if when you pay it

means that you have
some kind of ownership over me.

You let a guy put
his hands on you.

You tried to punch a guy
for touching me

yet you let Cassandra rub up
all over you without even a thought

of pushing her off you.

No one touches what’s mine
without consequences.

You have to have me first.

And you’ve made it quite clear
that all you want from me

is a quick fuck
when it’s convenient for you.

You know that’s not true.

How so? How do I know that?

Because every time I get too close,
every time we go past your rules,

you make sure to put me in my place.
And you know what?

A pit stop is not gonna
save you this time.

This is me, Rylee!

This is all of me in my fucked up glory!

I’m not Max,
not perfect in every way,

never making a goddamned mistake.

And I can’t live off of this pedestal
you’ve placed him on.

How dare you!

I’m alive, Rylee.

I’m the one here in front of you,
flesh and blood and needing,

except it's you who I want.
No one else.

And accept me for who I am,
faults and all,

- or get the fuck out of my life...
- That's enough.

Try me, Wood.

You come at me and
I’ll knock you on that drunk,

pretty-boy ass of yours
in a fucking heartbeat.

It’s okay. He’s right.

You’re right.

I can’t keep comparing you to Max.

You sure as hell don’t have
to be like Cassandra.

It always scares the shit out of me.

I’m scared, too.

You deserve so much more
than I’m capable of giving you.

And I don’t know how...

or what to do to give you
what you need.

We don’t have to know
all the answers right now.

We don’t have to rush this.

We can just take our time...

and see what happens...

see where this leads us.

I don’t wanna give you false
hope if I can’t...

Just try, Colton.

Please, just tell me you’ll try.

I could sleep for hours.

I’m gonna start now.

You need all the beauty sleep
you can get.

Fuck you, Becks.

You finished what you started early?

It'd be no contest. Just Southern boys
know how to throw a punch.

You’ve got nothing on some of the punches
that have been thrown my way.

You should try having your mom
taking a bat to you...

or snapping your bone
right through your fucking arm.

Now that beats the one punch
I’d let you land before you’d be...

on your ass.

Lifeline. Like I said.

I think you're his lifeline.

You’ve got a lot of nerve, lady!

Colton! Colton! Hey, hey,
give me the phone!

Ma’am? You’ve had your say,
now it’s time I get mine.