All language subtitles for Sons.of.Tucson.S01E08_English

RON:
Thank you, Tucson!

RON:
Come on! There's no time.
Shoot the ball!

SPORTSCASTER:
This one's over, folks.

You're over, you alkie has-been.

Shoot the ball!

Shoot the ball!

Oh, Robby.

What are you doing?
Change it back!

Save it, Bigfoot.

You work for me, and I want
to watch BMX Wipeouts.

Ha!

He fell. Didn't see that coming.

Uh, okay, I don't work for you.

This is a partnership
based on mutual respect and...

Just give it!

SPORTSCASTER:
Unbelievable! What a comeback!

I don't think
I'm exaggerating when I say

that was the greatest
six seconds

of basketball ever played!

Oh. Did you hear that?!

Yeah, it's over. Switch it back.

(bees buzzing)

Oh! Oh! Oh!

Why does everybody want
to scream around my bees?

What the hell

are you doing in there, Gary?
It's my project
for the science fair.

I'm trying to use music
instead of smoke

to tranquilize the bees.

It's more environmentally
responsible.

No, no, no. You can't have bees
in the bathroom.

Why not?

Because they're bees
in the bathroom.

Well, I'm sorry, but I'm in
the middle of an experiment.

I can't just take them out now.

Fine. I'll go upstairs.
Uh, no can do.

There's bees up there
listening to Neil Diamond.

I've got to go
to the bathroom, Gary.

What do you want me to do?

Okay. You have two minutes,

but it's a fragile ecosystem
in there, so go easy.

Go easy.

(bees buzzing)

Hey. I got
your laundry.

Oh, good.

It's all wet.

Gary found your
clothes in the dryer,

which you're not
supposed to use.

Oh, that bumpy,
red butt-rash.

I know, and I tried to fight
for you, too, but he showed me

the deal memo.

It's all there in
black-and-white.

You know what?

You can tell Gary, he's...

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, it's Gina.

Who's Gina?

My ex-girlfriend,
the one that got away.

I never told you about her?

I don't think so.

She dumped me, man.

She ripped out my heart,
and stomped on it,

and then she drove
over it with a truck,

and put it in the
garbage disposal, and...

(imitates whirring)

But I'm over that.

That's sunscreen.

I know, I know.

Still does the job. Oh!

You're good.

Okay, good. Hey!

Hey.
Oh, hey.

Yeah. She always said I'd
never get my life together.

But the joke's on her, man,

'cause I'm a successful father
of three with my own house.

Except the house is ours,
and we pay you to be our dad.

Ah, make yourself
scarce, Brandon.

Hi.
One second, Gina.
Just on a business call here.

Yeah. Hey, Marty,
sorry about that.

Listen, I'm really flattered,
but, uh, you know,

how many museum boards
can one guy be on?

You know, why don't you give
another overachiever a shot?

(tones sounding over phone)
FEMALE VOICE:
We're sorry.

If you'd like to make a call...

That's... Stupid phone.

Marty's gonna be
really pissed.
Yeah, he will.

What are you gonna say
at the Governor's Ball?

Well, same thing I always say.

"Governor,
you have the best balls."

(laughs)

He likes that.

Oh, I've missed you so much.

Look, I only have a minute.

I'm on my lunch hour,
but I tried to call you,

but they said that your phone
number had been disconnected.

Mm-hmm, yeah, yeah,
they would have said that

because, uh,
when I bought my new house,

I had to ditch the cell phone,
move up to a land line.

Couldn't get reception
in my house, you know?

All the Wi-Fi
and security systems

and steam showers,
and microwaves, what have you.

Not to mention

the climate-controlled
wine cellar

in the basement of my house.

So, you have a house now?

Yeah, I don't really like
to talk about it, though.

Let's just say I've been
blessed... with a house.

(laughs)
You could always
cheer me up.

Mm.

I kind of really need that
right now.

Why? What's the matter?

Oh, God, it's a...
it's a whole thing.

Um, can we, like, meet later
for drinks, talk about it?

Yeah. Yeah, great,
yeah, totally.

You know where
we could meet?
Your house?

Oh, you heard about that, huh?
Yeah, word gets out.

Yeah, that'll be fine.

We'll meet at my house.
No problem.

So, uh, let me write
the address down here for you.

I'll see you later.
Okay.

(sighs)

(grunting)

How can you be so friendly
with your ex?

When Julie broke up with me
last week, it was, like,...

Wait. What?
Who's Julie?
Hello?

My soul mate.

Oh, I had no idea
it was so serious.

Man, after ten days,
you think you know somebody.

Okay, stop, stop.

I'm gonna set you straight
right now, okay, dude?

Love is a game, and you are
playing that game all wrong.

All right?
It's like, uh,...

(sighs)

Here we go. Perfect.

It's like this.

A bathroom key?

No, Dumb Dumb.

Pay attention, all right?

Love is like a game
of tennis, okay?

If someone serves you up
heartbreak, like Julie or Gina,

all you got to do is--
eye on the ball...

Boom! Smash it back at them
with a cross-court winner.

I could never do that.

Yes, you can, and you have to.

You got to
return the pain,

just like I'm going to return
the pain with Gina tonight.

Okay? Watch and learn.

Okay. But can I use that?

No. This is a metaphor.

No, I have to go
to the bathroom.

Oh, okay. Well, then, just FYI--
you got to jiggle the metaphor.

Sometimes the door sticks.

That a boy.

You are doing great things, Ron.

(knocking)

Oh.

(clears throat)

Oh, hi.

I was just reading
in my study.
Oh.

I see you still have
the same prescription.

(laughs)
Yeah. Touché.

So, come on in.

And as you can see, the house
that I spoke about is very real.

So, do you have a fun lie
to explain all this,

or should I just ride
this train?
No, no, no.

No. I assure you there's a
perfectly good and legitimate...

Oh, hey, martinis.

Uh-oh.

All aboard.

Chugga, chugga, chugga.

There you go.

Uh. Could just get you
a bottle and a straw.

(laughs)
It's that bad, huh?

Yeah.

It's my boyfriend.

He's such a jerk.

Hmm. I'm sorry to hear that.

At first,

I thought it was fun

dating somebody so good-looking
and put-together, you know?

It was a totally
new thing for me.

Well, I wouldn't say
totally new.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

Honey, no, I didn't mean...

(laughs)
No, no, you're adorable.

Thank you.
You are,
but this guy is just...

He's gorgeous.

Okay.

And that's the problem.
He knows it.

All he cares about
are his looks,

and he eats less than I do.

I hate that.

Yeah, we never really had
that problem, did we?

That's something
I worked on really hard for you.

And he's so worried
about getting his beauty sleep

that we hardly ever have sex.

(laughs)
Yes!

Yes, that... that would be tough

on any relationship.

We've just...

We've just been drifting apart,

and I feel so fat
and ugly around him.

And lately, I've been crying
in the bathroom at night.

And you know me.
I never cry.

I just... I feel
so bad sometimes...

Is there a boy

on your stairs
watching us?

RON:
Oh, him. Yeah.

He, uh... He sort of came
with the house.

Go on.

Hi.

(techno music plays,
bees buzzing)
Huh.

Interesting.

The techno music agitates them
more than the death metal.

It's driving me crazy.

Put Megadeath back on.

I don't get it.

They haven't stung you once.

Why aren't they stinging you?

Maybe they think
I'm their leader.

They already have a queen.

And now they have a king.

...so with their dad in jail,
it was pretty much up to me

to keep these little angels out
of foster care.

Would it be easier not

to care as much? Probably.

But that's not
who I am.
How much are
they paying you?

$300 a week. Is that good?
Do you think that's good?

I feel like the negotiations
got rushed a little bit.

BRANDON:
I think they were fair,

considering your resume was

on the back of a fish taco menu.

You know, in-in a

really weird way, I envy you.

That's not weird.
I mean,

okay, what you're doing
is inappropriate

and probably illegal...

Hmm.

...but you found
a way to be needed.

That's, that's all I want.

That's really all I want.

BRANDON:
That's all I want, too.

See, I have this thing
with this girl

Julie, and she made
it pretty clear

that I was
not welcome...

We're talking about me now.

Look, I know that when we dated,
I always complained

that you were
a complete disaster, but...

(clears throat)
...at least I felt
like I had a purpose.

You know?

It was like working for FEMA.

I, uh... I think complete
disaster is a little harsh.

I prefer adorable mess.

I'm completely lost
with this guy.

Yeah. That-that's exactly
how I feel with Julie.
Still me.

RON:
You know what
you should do?

You should move.

You should move out.
You should just move right out.

Don't think about it.
Just move. Now. Move.

You really think so?

Yes, all right, and look.

I'm not trying
to make him the bad guy here,

but I really think
you need some time alone

to figure out if you want to be
with this pathetic jackass.

Well, maybe I
should move out.

I mean, think about it.

Isn't that really why
you came over here tonight?

I mean, you knew
that I was gonna tell you

to move out, and that would be
the impetus you needed.

Plus, you had to see my house.

I'm gonna do it.
Yeah, you are.

Yeah, you are,
and you know what?

I'll tell you what else.

Me and the boys--
we're gonna help you.

We'll do it Saturday
before you change your mind.

Oh, my God, I'm gonna do it.

Mm.
Wow.

Thanks, Ron.

I knew you were
the one to talk to.

Can I use your bathroom?

Yeah, it's right down the...

Uh, no. I'm sorry. No.

On second thought,
use the one upstairs.

There's a butt load
of angry bees

listening to disco in that one.

Why?

Science.

(sighs)

Wow.

You are the master.

You have her right
where you said you would--

lobbed up
and ready to me smashed.

Congratula...
We're getting back together.

...tions.

I don't get it.

Whatever happened to
returning the pain?

Ah, you know what?
Just forget all that stuff

I said about love
being like tennis, okay?

I pulled it out of my ass.

So, love isn't a game?

Oh, no, no.
Oh, no, no, no. No, it is.

It is definitely a game.

It's just...
It's a different game.

All right?

You know,
sometimes you don't even know

what sport you're playing

till you're right
in the middle of it.

For example, it turns out
that I was fishing, okay?

(imitates whirring)

All that boyfriend talk?

That was her
just circling my bait.

Circling my bait.

All right?

Then I wiggle my bait
to get her attention.

And tomorrow,
I'm gonna set the hook,

and I'm gonna reel her in
nice and slow.

Maybe you should
be writing this down.

Yeah. Wait a minute.
Now you want Gina back?

Yeah, I want her
back, man. You saw her.

Gina's a solid eight.
If I don't lock that thing down,

I'm looking at a lifetime
of fours and fives.

(sighs)

Julie's a ten.

It's not a competition. Okay?

But, hey, listen, if I can
get back together with Gina,

there's no reason you can't
back together with Julie.

Yeah? You really think so?

Absolutely.

So, hey, this,
uh, Julie chick.

Talking a Tucson ten, right?

So like a New York six?

It's not bad.

(country music playing)

(video game whirring)

Robby, what are you doing?

This is a noise-controlled
environment!

So, shut the hell up.

What's the matter with
your bees, anyway?

Did the music tranquilize them?

It did something.

It looks like they were giving
each other piggyback rides.

That's impossible.
They're all males.

They must be fighting.

Or hugging each other to death.

Oh, my God!

Robby, this is like a
major, new discovery!

Your stupid video game music
combined with Texas swing

at half speed turns bees gay!

RON:
Okay, come on, gang.

Gotta move Gina out
before jerk face comes
home from work.

Oh, yeah, and then we'll get
you to your little school
thing, all right, Gary.

I am totally going to win
the science fair tonight.

I turned my bees gay.

Mm, wouldn't get
too excited about it.

They might just experimenting.

Like in bee college.

All right, come on, let's go.

Give them some privacy.

Come on.

Wow.

No chance your ex

is in the trophy-making
business, is there?

Ugh, it's so embarrassing.

He's ranked number six
in the state in Muay Thai.

It's kind of like kickboxing,
but a lot more violent.

Right.
Okay, guys, come on, let's move.

Gina doesn't have all day.
Move, move.

Is her boyfriend
a superhero?

No, he's not a superhero!

He's more like a super show-off.

And he's not her boyfriend
anymore.

But his sword is so cool.

Take this down
to the truck. Go.

Come on.
Go, go, go, go.

(sighing): Okay.

All right, now it's time
for the tricky part.

I'm gonna reel her in now

but I gotta be super careful
she doesn't slip the hook.

Okay?

Gonna play it cool.

Super-duper cool.

Watch.

Oh, God.

The Say Anything
poster.

Remember when you gave me that?

Yeah.

I couldn't bring myself
to get rid of it.

I love you.

What?

Tube. I love YouTube.

I love YouTube.
I love it so much.

Have you seen
the clip

of the monkey and the dog
playing the piano?

It's only like a couple
simple chords

but they really--
they work it out.

It's good.

That's, that's funny.

It's right there
on your computer.

That's great.

What was that?
Embarrassing.

That's what it was.
I know, I know.

Man, I was on the one-yard line,
I almost fumbled.

Fumbled? I thought
you were fishing.

Try to keep up, okay?

The game is football, young man,

and I'm calling an audible.

Don't listen to him,
Brandon.

He's not even in the game.

He's more like a drunk fan
yelling at the TV.

Oh, yeah? You know
what I'm yelling?

"Shut up, Gary!"

Get.

Almost done.

Oh, okay, time to put it
in the end zone.

Watch this.

Hey, hey, so check it out.

I'm was thinking about heading
down to Buster's Burgers,

picking up a veggie burger
with spicy chili, no tomato.

Oh, God, I love those.

Do you really?
How'd I know that?

Lucky guess, huh.

All right, so listen,

Gary and Robby are gonna
clean up the rest of the stuff.

Brandon and I will be
right back, okay?

Okay.

Oh, wait, let me
buy you lunch.

You guys have been
working so hard.

No, no, no, no. Hey.

It's my treat. Please.

Thank you.
You're welcome.

You know what?
On second thought,

you might want
to kick in 20.

Buster's ain't cheap.

Thank you very much.

Should cover it.

(sighs)
You're not helping, Robby.

GINA: Danny!
DANNY:
What's going on?

I just got your text.
Are you serious?

Calm down, Danny.
Calm down?!

How am I supposed
to calm down?

This is like a throat
punch to my heart.

Oh, my God. He came back.

Quick, let's hide in the closet.

Go ahead, Nancy.

I'll fight him off.

DANNY:
You can't leave.

You can't.

I have a weigh-in
next week,

and you know I binge
when I get depressed.

Do you remember
what happened

when we watched
The Notebook?

Oh, Danny.

Okay, we'll only have
one shot at this.

You hit him high
with the throwing stars,

and I'll take out his legs
with the nunchaku.

Shh!

DANNY:
You're right.

I've been so caught up
training for Nationals,

I totally lost sight of
what mattered to me most.

That's you, baby.
You're my whole life.

GINA:
Oh, Danny.

Boys?
"Boys?"

What boys?

The mover's helpers.

Um, I think they must've
gone with him

to get lunch or
something.

Oh, come here.
Oh.

(both moan)

You know what?
You know what?

Let's just-- let's wait
until tonight.

'Cause they're gonna
come back and...
Come here.

Oh, okay.
(moans)

GINA: Oh!

(Gina moans, kissing continues)

GINA (moaning):
Oh, Danny.

Ooh!

Oh, my!

(both laughing)

(Gina moaning and gasping
passionately)

(Gina screams)

(whispering):
Oh, my God!

He's killing her!

Hey.

Who's hungry?!
GARY: Uh, wait.

Ron, don't go up there!

Why not?
ROBBY:
Should we tell him?

No.

What?
ROBBY:
Gina's back with her...

New attitude.

She's sassy now,
and people are loving it,

but she had to go
to the post office.

So...
The post office?

Then why did I
have to sneak out

with your hands
over my eyes?
What?

I have to go.

I'm gonna be late
for the science fair.

You promised you'd drive me.

I know, I will,
I will. I will.

Uh, no, you know
what? This is good.

Yeah, this is good.

Let's let her marinate in Ron
juice for an hour or so.

Have her eating out of
the palm of my hand.

Well, she is working up
an appetite.

Hmm?
Uh, nothing.

Okay.

Oh, this is a great
day, huh, guys?

I'm feeling so good, I
actually might come in

and check out
Gary's gay bees.

I still don't get it. That
Danny guy seemed so tough.

How did he let her
get on top of him?

Robby!

What?

She was totally winning
when we left.

What's he talking about?

Nothing.

Did Danny came back?
Hey, what's going on?

Is Gina back with Danny?

Oh, God.
Ron?

Oh, God.
Ron? Ron?

Oh, my God.
Ron.

My God.
Ron!

Oh, God. Oh.

Oh, God!

(horn honking)
Ron!

What are you doing?

We have to get to
the science fair.

I can't hear you.

You can't just give up.

Oh, I really can.

You'd be surprised
how easy it is.

No you can't.

This isn't just
about you anymore.

If it doesn't work out for you,

then what chance do I have
with Julie?

What am I supposed to do?

You gotta fight for her.

You gotta go all in.

Go all in?

Yeah. This isn't football
anymore.

You understand?

It is poker.

And the stakes are your heart.

Poker, huh?

So you're saying
change the game.

It's worth a shot.

Gary, I'm sorry,
I have to do this.

GARY:
No! No!

I have to get to
the science fair.

I'm making history!

BRANDON:
All right.

I'll get the music.

Robby, set up
the boom box.

Ron, get the poster.
Gary, you sulk.

RON: All right,
game time, boys.

Let's do it.

Come on, come on, download.

Got it. Robby!

...Without my pride

I reach out
from the inside...

Ron?

In your eyes

The light, the heat

In your eyes

I am complete

In your eyes

I see the doorway

In your eyes

To a thousand churches

In your eyes

The resolution...

What are you holding?

Somebody packed my glasses.

Um...

you guys didn't happen to bring
an extra veggie burger, did you?

I see the light and the heat

In your eyes
The light the heat...

(song stops abruptly)
No.

Hey, buddy, you want to start
bringing Gina's stuff back in?

Gina changed her mind.

I know what you're thinking.

Guy like me,
almost lost a chick.

(keyless entry remote chirps)
What, are we on planet earth?

(sarcastic chuckle)

I'm really sorry, Ron.

Come on.

(claps hand)
Chop chop.

I hope she's not paying you
by the hour.

(blows raspberry)

Gary.
No!

I still have time to
turn in my exhibit.

Judging doesn't
close until 9:00.

(sighs) Fine!

I guess I can turn
bees gay next year.

Let's do it.

Wow, nice car.

Thanks. Don't touch it.

I just got it detailed.

I think I saw a scratch on
the, uh, front left fender.

What?!

(bees buzzing)

(sighs)
So long, Nobel Prize.

There's no scratch.

Hey, you kids, stay the hell
away from my ride.

Okay.

(engine starting)

(techno music blasting)

(tires squealing)

(high-pitched screaming)

Oh, my God!

(boys laughing)

My boys.

Come here.

(high-pitched screaming):
Oh, my God!

(sighs)

I needed that.

Hey.
(sighs)

Sorry I couldn't
help you out with Julie.

No, that's cool.

I'm actually back
together with her.

What?
Yeah, I was just
talking to her.

Turns out, me not
calling her back

got her all jealous
and obsessive

and now she wants me back.

Wow.

So, you won the game
by not playing the game.

Yeah, yeah, I guess I did.

Well, that is what I was really
trying to teach you all along.

Strategy.

It's like that movie
War Games.

The only winning move
is not to play the game.

You see, Matthew Broderick plays
a young, disaffected techie,

who tries to take on
the army's super computer.