All language subtitles for Stumble.S01E04.1080p.x265-ELiTE_track3_[eng]

Come on, Joseph!
Hit! Very nice.

All right, y'all,
let's hustle up.

Daylight's burning.
- Come on, let's hustle up!

Daylight's burning!

Okay, I'm okay.
Sorry. Yeah, my bad.

Oh, looks like the possum ate
another hole in the mat.

All right,
just flip it on over.

Got it. Oh!

- Ew!
- Oh, hell, no.

- What the [bleep]?
- Let's flip it back.

Do I got to touch it?

Yeah, you're right.
I was kidding.

In order to build
a successful cheer team,

you need poise, athleticism,
and, most importantly, money

for things like uniforms,
clean mats, a functioning gym.

And back at SDSJC,
we had all that.

I mean, hell,
80% of the athletics budget

went directly
to the cheer team.

And here, we got zilch, nada.

Not a ton of poise
and athleticism either.

Steven!

But money, that's something
that's within our reach.

And by God, I'm gonna find it.

Five, six, seven, dip.

The good news is,
even with all that,

the team is starting
to settle into a rhythm.

Yes.
All right.

The bad news is,
it's raining inside the gym.

And it hasn't rained outside
for five years.

- I would not do that.
- Mmm. It tastes like soda.

Ooh, that burns.
Ooh, that burns.

Call somebody! That burns.

♪ Okay, let's go,
okay, let's go ♪

♪ Okay, let's go,
five, six, seven, eight ♪

Okay, bye, Boon.
Love you, honey.

Oh, hold on, baby.

Hi. Hi.
You're taking off?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

You're not leaving me
here alone

with the girl, though, right?
- Sally?

No, I'm dropping her off
at The Candy Button Factory.

Why? What's the problem?
- Okay. No, no, no problem.

She's sweet as a peach.

I just do not know
how to talk to her.

Um, it's like I'm stuck
in an awkward elevator ride

with a girl who's living
inside of my house.

I'm ready.

Hey, Coach Potter.
Hey, Boy Coach Potter.

Hello, Sally.

Um...

Well, this is my floor.

Point that toe.

- Like that?
- Yeah.

All right, y'all,
yeah, let's get to it.

Yep, come on.

Let's get to it, y'all.
Giddyup.

DiMarcus, why are
you walking like that?

Sorry, Coach, I played

a pickup game of basketball
last night.

These dudes was talking trash,
you know.

DiMarcus had to go dunk on 'em!

Truth is, I've been
tap-dancing since I was four.

Last night I had a recital,

and I went a little too hard
on my Maxie Ford.

Okay, well, no dunking
until Daytona, all right?

Today we will--

Peaches, get off that thing
before I toss it in a lake.

Sorry, it's my [bleep]-pot
of a sister giving me crap.

She's pissed that
I'm in college and she's not.

Well, I am sorry
about that, but--

Wait, can she cheer?

Oh, you guys don't know her,

so you don't get
why that's so [bleep]...

- Hey!
- Stupid.

Peaches isn't so much
a cheerleader

as she is a criminal
who tumbles.

But she just has
so much potential.

I just haven't quite found the
right way to motivate her yet.

You see, cheerleaders--they
respond to different things.

DiMarcus is praise.
Steven is praise.

Madonna's prai--

Basically, everybody's praise,
except Peaches,

who just does not care.

Whoo!
Nice tumble, Peaches.

- [bleep] off, nerd.
- Got it. You know I will.

I'm gonna keep
trying, though.

I will find it.

Today we will continue drilling
down on our walk-up extensions.

Ugh.
They're so basic.

Can't we do something
more exciting?

Yeah, I'm with Zizi on this.

I'd rather suck [bleep]
out of a whale's [bleep].

Sorry.
I'm not trying to be rude.

Try harder, honey.

Lest we forget, the last time
we tried something fancy,

it didn't turn out so great.

So, until we get
our star flyer back,

we are gonna to continue
with the basics.

Basics are cool.

Any idea when Busted Barbie
will be back?

Whenever she heals up

or whenever she gets kicked off
"Love Island Poland"--

whatever comes first.

I'm here. Sorry I'm late.

- Good night alive, girl.
- Yeah.

I've been pulling double shifts
at The Candy Button Factory

to get ready for Button Day.

What in the world's
Button Day?

You're serious?

Button Day is the greatest day
of the year.

Yeah, it's basically a federal
holiday in Headltston.

The Button Factory hosts
a big festival

where the owner reveals
the new button flavor.

It can be
a tiny bit stressful, though.

The unveiling of the flavor
is a huge secret.

And I would never forgive
myself if I was responsible

for accidentally ruining
the surprise for anyone.

And I know
what you're thinking,

but it's not blue,
so you can keep on guessing.

All right,
let's get cracking, y'all,

or we're gonna have to do
two-a-days on Friday.

We can't practice Friday,
silly--school's closed.

Whole town is shut down
for Button Day.

Okay, we'll do two-a-days
on Thursday, then.

Oh, that won't work either.
Thursday is Button Day Eve.

All right, Wednesday.

Wednesday's closed
in anticipation.

- Tuesday.
- Tuesday's a travel day.

Okay, well, if the whole dang
town's about to be shut down,

we better get going, huh?

We got to get to Daytona, yeah?

- Yep.
- All right.

I'm gonna count you off.
And five, six, seven--

Oh, that leak is getting worse.

Okay.

All right.

You know what?

Sometimes life is gonna
present you with obstacles,

but you could use them
to your advantage, all right?

This is gonna be
a great lesson.

You hear that?

I'm gonna count you off

to the sound of this leak--
let's go.

Get ready.

And five, six,
seven, eight, go.

One, two, three, four, five,
six, seven, eight.

And one, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight.

Keep going.

It's a little fast, but I know
that we can keep it together.

And we've got to--
Okay. Oh!

- [bleep].
- Oh, sweet Moses.

You know what?
Let's just take 15, y'all.

Yeah?
I'm gonna go talk to somebody.

- You wanted to see me?
- Yeah.

Hey, Dot, I just wanted to ask
you a question about the--

Oh. Why is there no money
for the gym?

Are you accusing me
of using school funds

to get my hair and makeup done?

Because you will never be able
to prove it.

Dot, the gym--

If it's that important,

you should go see
the school's benefactor.

Okay, where might that be?

The Candy Button Factory,
open every day,

except Christmas and Tuesday.

Thank you so much
for agreeing to meet with me,

Mr. Blimpfh.

It's "Shrimph."

- It's not "blimp" with a B?
- No.

It's "Shrimph" with a "sh."

- Shh...
- No, not shh...

Sh!
- Sh!

It's sh!

Uh, just give me
a look at your mouth.

- Sh!
- Oh.

Well, it is just so good
to meet you, Mr...

you.

- Hmm.
- Where are you from?

I'm just--I'm detecting
a slight German accent.

Got a little Hun
in my background, too.

Probably why so many people
call me "hon."

No, I was born and raised
here in Headlestein.

My grandparents,
the Blimpfhs,

left Europe after
the Second World War in 1946,

and we settled here
in Headlestein.

We took over the receipt
and paper airplane factory,

and we've been pumping out
Candy Buttons ever since.

So your family
was persecuted?

By the end of the war, yes.

At the very, very end, mm-hmm.

I'm the cheer coach
at Headlestein.

- Headltston.
- Yes.

As the school's
largest benefactor,

I was just hoping
that you could direct

some of those funds
towards my cheer team.

We are, after all,
the Candy Buttons.

Mm.
That's impossible.

My sole focus is making
the most dazzling,

"schpectacular" Button Day yet.

Okay, well, if you're looking
for "schpectacle,"

that's what
my team does "besht."

Look at this.

She has flown.

- I know.
- Oh!

Ah.
- Yeah.

- You can do this?
- Well, that's my old team.

If you can do this
at Button Day,

I will write you a giant check.

How big a check
are we talking?

Real big.

You got yourself a deal.

- Ha ha ha ha!
- Okay.

Hey, can I ask you something?
- Of course.

I am a figuratively open book.

- What's behind that do--
- Don't ask about that door.

You don't even look
at that door.

♪ SS

Okay.

Okay.

I just got to see which of my
girls can make a "schpectacle"

and fly like that by Friday.

Jesus be a "fensch posht."

Hey, baby,
have you seen my--

Oh, I'm so sorry, Sally.
I thought you were Courteney.

Oh, I am so sorry,
Boy Coach Potter.

I will get out of your way.
- No, it's fine. Um...

Sally, are those your bloomers
in our sink?

My cheer shorts, actually.

Yeah, it's that time of year
where everything gets covered

in button dust, you know?
- Tell me about it.

No, I need you
to tell me about it.

I don't know what you mean.

No, I can't
because of the NDA.

I mean, of course I want
to help out this poor girl

with a place to stay.

But I cannot for the life of me

figure out what to say to her,
you know?

I mean, what if I have to fart?

I don't even do that
in front of Courteney.

You know you're
more than welcome to use

the washer and dryer
if you want?

A washer-dryer
inside the house?

Okay, King of England.

I have to see this.

Also, Sally, I did clear out
a couple drawers in my office

if you want to put
your stuff away.

Oh, no, that's okay.

No, I like to keep it all
where I can see it.

I've had nine sets of foster
parents, so I know the drill.

The second you get comfortable,
unpack your things,

boom, house gets raided
for being a cult,

and you never see
your shower shoes again.

All right, y'all,
we have got a big opportunity

with Button Day.

Peaches.

Sorry, it's my sister,
Captain Butt Slut again.

I told you
to stay off your phone.

- It's not my phone.
- Hey, girl.

Hey, no phones at practice,
all right?

We all have family...

or people who rely on us.

Pet?

Plant?

You got a fun key chain?

There we go.
All right, I knew we'd find it.

So change of plans--we are
going to be doing a basket toss

at Button Day.

Zizi, you want to be my flyer?
- Yeah!

DiMarcus,
how's your back feeling?

Better.

All right,
let's see a back tuck.

Close, honey.

You're gonna be doing mat talk
till Button Day.

Come on, man, mat talk's
for old guys

that can't do nothing else.
- Oh, stop it.

That's just an urban myth,
all right?

I've been doing mat talk
since you were in diapers.

So mat talk is the art
of cheering on your teammates

from the sidelines.

It's all about keeping
the energy up.

Yes!

Work it, DiMarcus!
Pop it!

You know how pillow talk is
the most important part of sex?

Well, mat talk
is just as sexy...

but for cheer.

Zizi, you ready to fly high
in a basket toss?

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!

Ooh!

I'm good.
Where'd everyone go?

Jesus be a helmet.

All right, y'all, good news--
Zizi's gonna be just fine.

Follow my finger.

But in an abundance
of caution,

I am gonna need
a new star flyer.

I'm not interested.

- I'm not asking you.
- Why not?

It's just not
in your skill set, doll.

That's for somebody
with control, focus.

I'm in.

Found it.

I should have known

Peaches would be motivated
by insults.

- Move, nerd.
- Coach, Coach.

All right, Kyle, Kenneth,
Keegan, let's try it.

Throw her up in a basket toss.

Hey, DiMarcus.
Do the mat talk.

Whoo!
You can do this!

But DiMarcus can do it better,
and everybody knows that!

All right, I need all
my tumblers healthy, okay?

So let's just start
with a back tuck--be careful.

I don't want her splattered
all over the floor.

- Splatter me. I dare you.
- Don't do that, all right?

Commit to the skill.
Stand up fast.

Yeah!

Guys, we got a new star flyer!

Krystal might have
some competition

when she gets back, huh?

That's what I'm talking about.

Baby girl, this could change
your whole life.

As a coach, I talk
to teenage boys all the time.

I'm just gonna talk to Sally

same way I do
my football players.

Sally, you pumped
for the big day?

Oh, yeah. Button Day
is the best day of the year.

And I've been guarding
the new color

like my life depended on it.

It may.

Blue 42!

Who told you?

We're literally speaking
two different languages.

I am just
feeling so excited for Peaches,

and I'm guessing we're gonna
see a whole new side of her.

Come on.

All right,
I want to thank y'all

for coming in
on Button Day Eve.

It was a big ask.

Where's Peaches?
I need my star flyer.

Oh, she quit.
Said she was going back home.

On Button Day Eve?

Whoo! Yeah! That's right!

She quit so good,
she went home!

You did that!
Way to go!

Whoo!

Wrong time.
Right idea, wrong time.

- She asked me to do mat talk.
- You gotta read the room.

- She asked me to do mat talk.
- You gotta read the room, man.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I didn't know you were in here.
- No, I can totally leave.

No, no, no, no.
You stay. You stay.

That's my bad.

Um, what were you watching?

My favorite movie,

"Ace Ventura:
When Nature Calls."

Yahtzee.

"Ace Ventura:
When Nature Calls"

is your favorite movie?
- Yeah.

No, I've seen it, like,
at least 500 times.

It was the only movie they had
when I lived at The Y.

It's actually why I'm minoring
in pet detection.

Sally, "Ace Ventura:
When Nature Calls"

is my second-favorite movie.

The original is my first!

- There's an original?
- Hush your mouth.

Uh-uh.

Ooh...

I am about
to change your world.

Okay, does he get birthed
by a rhino in the first one?

No.

No.

No, that's okay.
Just put it on.

- Okay. All right, yeah.
- Okay, yeah.

There's some good bits
in there.

Hey, there.

I'm Coach Courteney Potter,
and I'm looking for Peaches.

Are you her mama?

No.

I'm her big sister, Vicky--

only by a couple months, though.

I mean, most people
think we're twins.

Twin whats?

Oh, growing up,
me and Peaches always used

to get confused
for one another.

We still do.

It was kind of
like "The Parent Trap,"

except with no parents.

One day when we were kids,

our dad went out
for a pack of cigarettes.

Well, you know
the rest of the story.

He came back with the smokes,
and then he told us

he didn't want to be our daddy
no more and took off.

So I've been taking care
of Peaches ever since.

Do you have a cigarette?

Is she home or...

- Peaches!
- Okay.

I didn't know you had
a much older sister.

Not much older,
just two years.

Oh.

Does she have some sort
of a syndrome?

Yeah, the "having
to take care of me

since she was nine" syndrome.

We've been through
a lot together.

You drank all my Mountain Dew
again, you dirty little whore.

You're
the dirty little whore!

- You are tractor trash.
- Slut bucket.

Daddy left because of you.

- Isn't she the best?
- She is.

Two people years older?

We were in the same grade
for a minute.

Anyway, look,
I know being a flyer is hard.

And maybe you don't like
responsibility,

but you cannot quit.

- That's not why I quit.
- Oh.

Is it 'cause
you're afraid to fail?

I've been to jail before.

You can't really fail
much more than that.

Then what is it?

I just--
I'm at a loss here, honey.

You said
this could change my life,

and I don't want my life
to change.

Not even a little?

Being a flyer, it could--
it could take you places.

I don't want to go places.
I like it here.

If I go to Button Day
and I fly, I'm gonna crush it.

And the next thing you know,

I'm one of those
cheer-lebrities like Krystal.

And then what happens to Vicky?

She keeps doing
what she's doing...

with hopefully
a little more sunscreen.

Our whole lives,
it's been her and I together.

And I'm already going
to college without her.

And then what,
I become this breakout star?

Like, she'd hate that.

Peaches, the chances of you
becoming a cheer-lebrity

are right around 0%.

- You really mean that?
- I do.

Look, even if you became
the best flyer in the state,

having a career in cheer after
you graduate, it isn't likely.

- For real?
- Trust me.

You get a chance to fly
in this life, you take it.

- Think fast, loser. Ugh!
- Ooh.

Hey, hey.
She is not old enough to drink.

- Hey.
- Oh, my gosh, neither am I.

- Give me that, whore!
- How?

Hey!

Willkommen to Button Day.

Let the "schpectacle" begin!

It's the big reveal!

- Okay, you ready?
- I think so.

- Yeah.
- I know so.

Oh, I didn't know
you were gonna be here.

Yeah, well, your coach got me
a ticket, so here I am.

I'm really proud of you,
monkey ho.

Thanks, slut bucket.

- Oh, stop it! Don't!
- Okay, all right.

- Don't!
- Y'all, hey.

Vicky, go on over here.
- Okay.

You're gonna do a good job.
- Okay.

- Do a good job.
- All right.

Oh, hey, dude.

Do you think you could,
um, buy me a button colada?

I left my fake ID at home,
so it's, like...

Vicky. Please go to the front
of the stage, Vicky.

- Okay.
- Steven, she's half your age.

- What's her name?
- Get on up here.

Such a beautiful Button Day!

It is my distinct pleasure

to welcome Heffleshtein's
very own cheer squad--

der Buttons.

Let's go! Let's go!

Come on, Peaches!
- Let's get that big old check!

Let's go, Peaches!
Come on!

Lock it in!
Lock it up! Let's go!

I will rip your head off and
throw it over the smokestack!

And I will catch your head
and throw it so far,

it'll go around the world
and kick you in the ass!

- Yeah!
- Yeah.

both:
Yeah!

And that's how it's done.

All right.

Five, six, seven, eight...
all: Roll, Buttons, roll!

♪ Ah

all:
B-U-T-T, what? O-N-S!

Go, Buttons!

B-U-T-T, what? O-N-S!

Go, Buttons!

♪ Ah

♪ Candy

♪ Candy!

♪ Candy!

♪ I know a guy
who's tough but sweet ♪

♪ He's so fine,
he can't be beat ♪

♪ He's got everything
that I desire ♪

♪ He sets the summer sun
on fire ♪

♪ Ah, hey!

♪ I want candy

Oh, my God.

Throw the girl!
Throw the girl! Throw the girl!

Make her fly!

♪ I want candy

♪ I want candy

Aah!

Aah!

The flavor is purple!

It's schpectacular!

Yes!
Did you see that?

Did you see this girl fly?

That's the power of cheer.

It makes
for unlikely friendships.

He's talking with his butt.

I told you it was funny.

Mostly...

It gives people
a chance to fly...

Aah!

Who normally
wouldn't get to.

Augustus came through.
He gave us a giant check...

Which was
for a tiny bit of money.

You're welcome.

We did manage to get
a new trash can, a new mat...

A couple of pizzas.

But, most importantly,
we got our new fearless flyer.

all:
Peaches! Peaches! Peaches!

Stop. Stop, stop, stop.

Mmm, orange soda.

Mama, look!