All language subtitles for Dirt s01e08 The Thing Under the Bed.eng

Hey, it's me again.

So much to catch you up on,
so try and keep up.

Lucy had sex with
Holt McLaren. Again.

Julia had sex with,
well, everybody.

Lucy's brother Leo got physical
with action star Jack Dawson's wife.

- Get off of me!
- Not in a good way.

Leo told Lucy that she shouldn't
have done the story on Jack Dawson.

I asked you more than once:
are you sure you wanna do this, Leo?

Dawson dropped
all the charges.

I need to get away
from you for a while.

- Leo dropped out of sight.
- One of your little walkabouts.

You always run away.

Lucy has serious abandonment issues
when it comes to family.

Her dad hanged himself
when she was a kid.

He left her a note:
"Lucy, I did it for you."

"Someday you'll understand."

That was helpful.

Julia is still not quite up to snuff
since her and Holt's fender-bender.

Lucy helped set
Julia up in rehab.

I made a call. They'll have a bed
ready for her tomorrow.

No! No!

I don't think Julia's written
her thank-you card yet.

Willa finally got
her own byline.

Little Willa wants
to fly solo.

This would be a great
cover story.

Wow...

Speaking of buying lines,
Barrow didn't do so bad himself.

You're editorial
material, Willa.

Lucy ran this story about a cheerleader
who was killed by her best friend,

after she got pregnant
by the girl's father.

Sort of a man-meets-girl,
man-gets-girl-pregnant,

man's-daughter-who-he's-also-
been-sleeping-with- kills-girl story.

Daddy calls me Sara when
he puts his love in me.

If only she'd get another
cover out of that.

What?

Reverend Sweet has
consented to an interview,

but won't talk to a reporter,
only wants the editor-in-chief.

- You're Lucy Spiller.
- Yes.

- Is that a tape recorder?
- It is. Do you mind?

So many things rhyme.

Goosy Lucy. Juicy Lucy.

Children can be just
as cruel as adults.

Tell me about your
relationship with Amber.

Amber's father died
when she was very young.

It's hard to grow up when
a parent is taken suddenly.

Well, you know, don't you?
You lost...

your father.

The dead are always with us.

Let that be a comfort to you.

He loves you very much.

He's right here.

Yeah. How old was she when
you first molested her?

He worries that
you're not sleeping.

All right, look. If we're going to
conjure the dead, let's talk to Amber.

Were you trying
to get her pregnant?

Do you know your
Scripture, Lucy?

It's a dreadful thing, to fall into
the hands of the living God.

If you're not going
to answer my questions,

there's really no reason
for this interview.

He knows you suffer.

His death,
so hard to accept.

Your father has
a message for you.

- You have time to waste.
- I don't. He wants you to understand.

He did it for you.
He did it for you!

Tell him you understand!
End his suffering!

It's hard to grow up when
a parent is taken suddenly.

The dead are always with us.

Let that be a comfort to you.

He knows you suffer.

His death, so hard to accept.

Your father has a message.
He wants you to understand

that he did it for you!

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Dirt - Season 01 Episode 08 -
"The Thing Under the Bed"

- Hey.
- Hey, babe.

Sit. Sit.

I keep eatin' this shit, hopin'
I'll find a finger or a tooth in here,

so I could sue and retire,
but nothing but chicken.

Assholes.

- Here.
- Oh, no.

So, whatcha got,
pal o' mine?

You know that actress
on Birdie, Birdie?

Dana Pritchard.

Yeah, yeah. I covered her divorce
from that rocker, Perez.

He beat the crap out of her.

But only when
he was...sober.

- It was a good story.
- Mmm.

It looks like our little
Dana's gettin' married again.

I just booked her the honeymoon
suite at the Maroma in Canc'n.

- Here--here are the dates.
- Maroma.

Wow. Who's the groom?
Another abusive drummer?

I'm a travel agent,
not a psychic, sweetheart.

- You don't have a name.
- Mm-mm!

Airline tickets?

Private plane.

Oh, someone with money.

That makes sense.
Her career isn't bringing it.

Maybe he loves her.

Maybe she likes it
in the seat.

That's what I'm holdin' out for.

All right, Tony. Thanks.
Keep me on speed-dial.

- All right?
- Yeah.

- Keep them Benjamins comin', Legs.
- All right.

He just booked her the honeymoon suite
at the Maroma in Canc`n.

Mm-hm.

- Dana Pritchard.
- Booked a honeymoon suite.

She's a B-list actress
with a sinking sitcom.

God, I love the smell
of PR bullshit in the morning.

- Well, I don't smell it.
- Really? Take a deep breath.

Dana Pritchard's
15 seconds are over.

She had them in front of a club
when someone with a cell phone cam

caught her husband, rockstar Joey Perez,
beating her like a bowl of brownie mix.

Good footage, number-one
celebrity download for a week.

And then America lost interest.

Dana's been linked
to everyone but Osama.

She's an ink-seeker trying to save face
and stick it to Perez.

Do not buy in.

We're done!
Stop stalking me.

Look, I called
Dana's hair guru.

He's booked for a house call
next Sunday at 8 a. m.

- Two heads.
- Two heads?

Give the story to Nuts 'n' sluts.

Kenny? Aspirin?

Willa, if you really wanna
chase your tail on this,

set up a lunch
with her manager.

- Jimmy Rembar.
- Yeah. Pick up the tab.

He'll show you his hand.

- Harvard boy can't hold in a fart.
- Thanks.

Got your mother's
service, left word.

Try her car.

Oh, God...

We got Holt McLaren
on hold for you.

Hola, titty boy.

Uh, hang on.
I've got Holt McLaren for ya.

Oh.

Oh, thank you.

Hey, babe.

Hey yourself.

Guess what dope fiend
made level five?

So don't bring lunch, okay?
'Cause we're going out on a pass.

Julia...

I'm sorry,
but we're shooting.

But,

I was-- I was gonna take you to
this place. It's Korean barbeque.

Holt? We're ready for you.

Oh, God.
I was counting on it.

Do you have any idea
how hard it is for me here?

I mean, it sucks!

It really does.

I'll try to be there
on family day.

- Try?
- Julia, we're shooting nights.

It's not easy, rember?

"Rember".

What's that?
Is that like a dig?

Julia...

No, you know what?
You're right.

I'm sorry. You're right.
It's not easy.

I know.
I do rember.

Yeah, what a nightmare.
I mean, learn the role.

Memorize a billion lines.

Hit your mark without looking down.
What else?

Oh, that's right.

Shove your finger so far up your
own ass that you need a P. A.

- to place your personal calls--
- I did call you,

and they put me on hold.

Do you have any idea it takes them
20 minutes to track you down?

Time out, Julia.
Time out.

Julia!

Dana Pritchard?
Where'd you get that one?

Under my pillow
from the Truth Fairy.

- Who's the groom?
- What who?

There isn't a who,
and there isn't a what.

Trust me.

You know, I put money on this.
I really mouthed off to my boss.

She said it was PR play. Now she's gonna
rub my nose-for-news in it.

I should just quit this job.
I'm lousy at it.

I'm negotiating an exclusive
with People Magazine.

That's all I can tell you.

People'spaying
for Dana Pritchard?

No offense, but that's--

Who's the groom?
Jesus of Nazareth?

What's the offer?

Come on, just give me the offer.
I'll take it back to Lucy,

and we'll get a war going.

Half a million.

Groom?

Jimmy, come on.

If People Magazine knows,
we have to know.

- Be fair.
- You guys wanna get in the game?

I'll take a higher
offer to Dana.

You make the buy, you get the groom.
Not before.

And you got to promise me,
no digging.

No digging.

No photographers on her.

You have my word.

In a hurry?

I'll make fresh.

Who doesn't like fresh?

So...

what's the most we've ever paid
for an exclusive cover story?

What's Lucy buying?

- I didn't say she was buying.
- You're avoiding the question.

Like you're avoiding me?

Not true.

Look, we coupled.

That doesn't
make us a couple.

You can relax. I'm not expecting
to meet your mother.

Well, that's good.
She's dead.

Willa?

- She wants you.
- Okay.

You're a big boy.

Pour your own.

Congratulations.
Your gut's a winner.

We're in the game.
I've offered $600,000.

But I don't like
dancing in the dark.

I'm gonna team you up
with Don Konkey.

- Mom?
- In here, hun.

I've left you
two messages.

Wait a minute.
Are you sick?

Don't come in here
if you've got anything.

I, um-- I scheduled
a nip/tuck for tomorrow.

- I can't catch anything.
- No, I'm not sick. I just--

- I haven't slept, that's all.
- Oh, that's not new.

You never slept,
even when you were a baby.

Suck and scream and suck and scream,
all night long.

I thought you were
gonna kill me.

Did you know
a Reverend Sweet?

By the way, I'm gonna need a ride
after the procedure tomorrow.

I'm obviously not
gonna be able to drive, and your

- stepfather's in Washington.
- Okay, I'll send a car for you.

I'll pick you up.

He talked to me about my father.
Do you know him?

He talked to me about my father.
Do you know him?

Your father never set foot
inside a church.

You can go to the bank
on that one.

Was there anything else
that Dad may have left for me?

Something else that
maybe he wanted me to see?

What about those boxes from
Chicago, from his office--

No, Lucy! No! When are you gonna be
done with your obsessing?

The man didn't think about you.
He only thought about himself.

And for that, you put him
on a pedestal?

I, on the other hand, go without
so that I can pay for your therapy.

- I stayed for the third act--
- Yes, you paid for my therapy!

And I'm Mother Medea!

This is where I come in.

Please don't mention my procedure
to your brother. Leo always worries.

I haven't talked to Leo
in a long time.

He calls me
every Sunday night.

Where is he?

Oh, if he
isn't calling you,

maybe he doesn't
want you to know.

- Have you ever used medication?
- Benzos, off and on.

Does anyone in your family
have a history of insomnia?

I don't know.

Do you have trouble
falling asleep or staying asleep?

I sleep alone--
Uh, I mean, both.

Hallucinations?

Paranoia?

At night.

Take a deep,
cleansing breath.

Have you ever been
hypnotized before?

I'm sorry.

This isn't gonna work.

That fountain
just makes me want to pee.

What are you afraid of?

County correctional, Unit 5.

Hi. This is Lucy Spiller
from DirtNow.

I'd like to set up another
interview with Thomas Sweet.

Is this a joke?

I'm sorry?

The press release
went out two hours ago.

Thomas Sweet was murdered
in his cell this morning.

The dead are always with us.

Let that be a comfort to you.

He worries that
you're not sleeping.

Dearest Lucy, I had a dream wich was not
at all a dream.

I did this for you.
Someday you'll understand. Dad.

Is anyone there?

See Dana Pritchard.

See Dana's dog.

See two idiots on a bench
waiting for her.

You know, you're shooting film of a
woman with a plastic bag over her hand,

waiting for her dog to shit.

Start preparing room
for your Pulitzer.

Constipated.

Probably feeding it
dry food.

I'll use that
as my lead.

Mommy shouldn't be drinking
juice from the baby's bottle.

So call Social Services.

Besides, I'm not a mother,
and this isn't juice.

Oh, there's our story:

little dog buried alive
in silicone avalanche.

You know,
we're not getting squat.

We'll follow her home
and wait till it gets dark.

- And do what?
- Go through her garbage.

I'm gonna need
some more juice.

This is all we could find
in Dana's trash cans.

Well, I can see why she shreds.
The horse has a tighter ass.

- Where is this, Montana?
- It's a family ranch.

When the divorce got ugly,
Dana ran home to Daddy.

That's her trainer,
Hope Duggan.

She was there the night that Dana
got decked by Perez in public.

Peoplecame back at 6:50. If I'm
going to 7, I need to know why.

- Anything on the mystery groom?
- Ground Zero.

Your mother. Please bring her hat
and sunglasses when you pick her up.

- What smells like garbage?
- Garbage.

Okay, so the trainer's inside. Can we
give her a reason to cough up a name?

She's from Ohio. Used to train
at L. A. Fitness. I'll dig.

- Don, what are you doing?
- Old bank statement.

- We don't need that.
- I'm almost finished!

Okay, but when you're done,
don't start another.

- Okay.
- Okay.

It's Holt McLaren again.

Dr. Tucker told me
that I could talk to her.

I understand.
Yeah.

Well, okay, when-
when are you gonna see him?

Listen, I hear you. I know
she lost her phone privileges.

It's my fault.
I upset her, all right?

So if I can talk to her,

- it'll make her feel better.
- Hey, look, that's Holt McLaren!

Hey, Holt, over here!
Holt, right here!

What?

Okay if I leave?
I have a Lamaze class.

- Fine.
- And don't forget,

stop at Mom's house. Get
her hat and sunglasses.

Mom's? What are we,
brother and sister now?

Excuse me.

Please tell me you have something
on the Dana Pritchard front.

I have something
on the Dana Pritchard front.

I got a lead
on the trainer.

A source told me that her ex bartends
at Peachey's Cabaret,

- so I'm going over there now.
- Great.

Look, not that it's any
of my business, but, um...

- melatonin?
- Excuse me?

Well, it just helps regulate
your sleep cycle, so...

I'll sleep when they put
a stake in my heart.

- She's not kidding, is she?
- Nope.

Crassotrea virginica:
the Eastern oyster.

I had them shipped overnight from
Chesapeake Bay. Help yourself.

Nothing says oysters
like a Riesling from Alsace.

You know, there's a lot I
could learn from a man like you.

I wouldn't mind
taking your class.

- I still have to work.
- Oh.

- Your big exclusive cover?
- Mm.

- How much is Lucy paying?
- Mmm.

We can talk dirty,
but we can't talk Dirt.

Anymore rules?

How about...
a pre-not-nup?

Six weeks, and then
we both walk away.

No obligations,
no expectations.

And no crying.
No cards at Christmas.

Option to extend.

What? Oh.
Oh, ohh...

I thought we were
negotiating.

Later.
I told you work.

Thanks for dinner.

Hi, Leo. It's me.

I saw Mom, and...

she said that you call her
every Sunday night.

I want to believe her because
that means that you're okay.

She may just be trying
to hurt me, though.

So can you please call me
and tell me you're okay?

You don't have to talk to me. You
could just tell me you're all right.

Please?

Beer!

I need beer.

Uh, could you make that two, please?

Hope Duggan's ex work here?

I'm her ex. What do you want?

She's still not out to clients?
My bad.

Oh, no problem. Just looking
for a good trainer.

She's gone private, but you can ask.

That's her over there.

Holy shit.

That's Dana Pritchard.

Can you get that?

Mind if I lead?

You're pitching girl-on-girl?

You better have more than one dance.

Hope moved into
Dana's house this morning.

Moved in?

Two trips for U-Haul.

They're seen everywhere together.

Listen to what Dana
told ET last week.

"I'm spending time with girlfriends.

Only a woman can understand
what I'm going through."

She was married to Joey Perez.

Wouldn't that make you
wanna bat for the other team?

People magazine is fighting us
for a B-lister on a shit-com.

- It's the only explanation.
- All right.

Out of the closet and up the aisle.

Get confirmation.
Start with Hope's family.

Don?

I need a favor.
Nothing to do with work.

Okay.

It's you.

- Can you find out where that was taken?
- Is that your dad?

I don't know who it is.

Do you want to?

- Can you do that?
- I don't know. Usually I have a name.

It's important to you.

I don't know.
I don't-- probably not.

It's just another thing
to keep me awake.

A ground-breaking study in 1999,

led by Eve Van Cauter
at the University of Chicago,

she showed that just six days
of sleep restricted to four hours

pushed 11 healthy young male
volunteers into a pre-diabetic state.

- You need to sleep, Lucy.
- I will.

You're late for your mother.

Ready?

Oh, Lucy. Oh, baby girl.

You got the good drugs.

Tucked and tight now.

Tight as a tick.

No, no. That's not right.
Tight as a drum.

You'd never know I'd given birth.

You know,

you had a huge head.

Like your father.

I could never find a hat for him
that would fit his fat head.

Was that the problem?

The hood didn't fit?

Maybe you shouldn't leave
your toys under the bed, Mom.

Did-- Did you find the sadie maisie
under the bed?

Those aren't toys, sweetheart.

They're objects of love and trust.

You can't be afraid
you're gonna get hurt.

No, I won't tell you our safe word.

Uh, don't-- don't ask.

It's not that I don't trust you,
but I promised Paul I wouldn't.

But you can ask me anything else,

and I'll tell you the truth.

Why start now?

I've never lied to you.
I'm your mother.

A mother and a daughter
shouldn't keep secrets.

This is me, isn't it?

Who's that man?

Spiller and Sealove.

Silent partner.

Dad had a partner?

I said, don't trust Alan Sealove.

He's a soulless rat bastard.

He'll ruin you, he'll ruin
this whole family, and he did.

Everything went to hell.

He's the one who should
be strung up by the neck.

Lucy, please, get me a basin quickly.
Would you, honey?

- I think I'm gonna puke.
- Oh, God.

Oh, hurry, hurry.

You put a photographer on her.

We know that Hope Duggin is the groom.

Listen, Jimmy.

Either you take the check from Dirt

or we'll scoop the wedding
with these photos.

Okay, this is nuts.

You're begging for a lawsuit.

Not if we print these photos
and the facts.

They're living together.
Hope is gay,

and Dana has a mysterious
wedding in the works.

You gave me your word
you wouldn't dig.

Lucy would have just put
somebody else on the story.

Talk to Dana, Jimmy.

She might not be
telling you everything.

Lucy needs an answer
by the end of business.

It was taken at
Twilight Ridge, Minnesota,

143 miles west of Bemidji.

Minnesota? Are you sure?

Yeah. Quanti di Angelo.

The factory is still in business
making quality dress gloves

for the police and military throughout
Canada and the United States

since 1937.

They're sending me a catalog.

I don't know about the man.
I'm sorry.

His name was Alan Sealove.

- He was in business with my father.
- The glove business?

Commercial real estate.

It's a nice picture of you, Lucy.
You look happy.

I was three.

Thanks for doing this.

- You're a good friend.
- Does it help?

Can you sleep now?

It helps a lot.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

Barbeque wings.

These are cold.

Sorry.

- You're acting like a two-year-old.
- You're treating me like one.

What the hell? I mean,
you bring her the Happy Meal

and she's gonna be fine?

I'm sorry.

Look, babe, I love you.
Let's just start over.

Stop. Stop saying you love me

What do you want me to say?

Say I embarrassed you.

Say that you don't wanna get
photographed with a druggie

who's got snot in her hair.

Be honest with me.

Look, baby, you're depressed.

So let's-- let's talk to Dr. Tucker
about your meds.

It's not the meds.

God.

What are you waiting for?

All right, if you're not gonna say it...

I will.

We're over.

Yeah.

We've been over for a long time.

- Since before I got here.
- All right, come on.

Seriously, you're not
making any sense here.

You know it.

I know it.

I-- I don't know it.

We just didn't want to say it.

And now I'm saying it.

Wait, Julia. Come here.

Don't. I gotta--

Hey, who's gonna clean up.

What happened here?

Nothing.

I'm-- I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.

Don't ever do that again.
You scared the shit out of me.

I'm sorry.

I don't know, I just wanted
to see if you were still awake.

I'm awake.

You're working, huh?

No, it was just some business
papers of my father's.

You know what,
I should have called first.

I mean, it's late. I can go.

No, stay.

I'm awake, and you're here.
You want a drink?

No, I'm good. Thank you.

You and your dad?

No, that's...
my father's business partner.

My dad must have taken the picture.

It was in Minnesota,
but I don't remember it at all.

What kind of business is he in?

Commercial real estate.

I was 15 when he died.

That's the first thing you've
ever told me about yourself.

Well, personal, I mean.

I told you I have never had an orgasm
with anyone but you.

That's not personal enough?

Do you trust me?

I don't even like you.

I don't like you either.

Then we're safe.

Will you choke me?

Harder.

Harder.

Okay, no.

Come on.

Hi, my name is Alex.

Hi, Alex.

That's Holt McLaren.

Glad you could come.
Have a seat.

I'm Holt.

Hi, Holt.

I'm here to support Julia.

Julia, why don't you start.

How are you doing?

I'm up and down.

I saw you in the time-out room again.

I didn't hurt anybody.

He brought food and I threw it.

Are you ready to tell
Holt you're sorry?

I'm sorry.

I wanted to talk to you.

What is it you want to say?

I was speeding.

Tell Julia.

I was speeding.

Julia, Holt is speaking to you.

And you can't remember any of it.

But you were scared.

And you wanted me to stop,
but I just went faster.

You could have been killed.
It would have been my fault.

Bullshit.

You pulled her out of the car.
I saw it on the news.

This is Julia's time.

I don't even know who you are.

You know what,
I don't know me either.

You lied.

I didn't want to lose you.

It's okay, baby.

It's okay.

Dana Pritchard.

No, she's he here.
She's waiting for you outside.

All right. Send her in.

Okay.

I want to talk to you myself.

No boy games, no pissing contest.

No pissing.

You offered seven,
I'll take seven. Game over.

Dirt gets the exclusive.

Good choice.

Let's not pretend I had one.

Now leave Hope Dugan alone.

No more following her around.

No more calling her family.

They're Catholic, for Christ's sakes.
If they found out she was gay,

they'd shit themselves.

Maybe she should tell them before
the cover hits the checkout stand.

Hope's not my lover.
She's my friend.

She was there for me on the worst
night of my life, and then some.

She stood by me.

I'm not gonna sell her out
for the better glossy.

Do we have a deal?

Do we have a groom?

Joey and I are getting back together.

Joey, your ex.

I assume you've dropped the lawsuit?

My eardrum will heal.

I meant the exposure to Hep C.

If you want to write about the Hep C,

and all his whores, that's fine.

I'm not pretending it didn't happen.

It was the drugs and alcohol.
He wasn't in control.

I didn't understand, but...

now I do.

He's in AA.

Again.

Yeah. Again.

Some people would call you a saint.

And you're thinking I'm a dumb shit.

You know when you go into a club,
and they stamp your hand?

It means you can get back
in without having to pay.

That stamp is love.

Love doesn't make you pay.
Love forgives.

Someday, you'll understand.

Three weeks ago, she was charging
him with spousal rape.

Well, it has to be
a magical love connection.

How do you forgive
somebody like Joey Perez?

Believe me. There's no
better way to punish a man.

I never let anybody forgive me.

- But why marry him?
- Better the devil she knows.

Another cover in your cap.

I blew a source on this one.

Speaking figuratively, of course.

Not that it's any of your business.

It was her manager.
I broke a promise.

No--

Which one?

There are only three, sweetheart.

The check is in the mail.

This will only hurt a little.

That's two. What's the third?

I won't come in your mouth.

But I want you to.

"Look in your trunk"

Don?

- Hey!
- Hi.

You want some tea?

No, thanks. I just wanna sit
here for a minute.

Here.

You can sleep here.

No. I'm just gonna stay for a minute.

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