All language subtitles for The Righteous Gemstones s01e02_English

MASKED ROBBER:
I am sure the congregation,
the media, your family,

would love
to see you enjoying yourself.

One million dollars.

Jesse, what in God's name?

JESSE GEMSTONE:
I'm being blackmailed.

Somebody sent me this video.
They said they're gonna leak

the whole damn thing
unless I pay them

a million dollars by Sunday.

ELI GEMSTONE: Johnny Seasons
thinks he's a big shot.

What do you got
to say to me?

Gemstones are
an absolute disgrace

to all ministries.

JESSE: I finally figured
out who the blackmailer is.

-Who?
-Johnny Seasons.

JESSE: We're gonna ambush him
at his house.

Get him while his guard's down,
overpower him,

and get him
to give us that damn tape.

-(GUNSHOT)
-(GRUNTS)

Had enough of me?!

This is the downfall
of the Gemstones.

I'm supposed to make the drop
at ten.

JUDY GEMSTONE: (ON PHONE)
Then pay him, Jesse.

I don't have the money, Judy!

Get in.

I love you guys.

[TV static drones]

[bright tone]

- I think the biggest
misconception about Thailand

is that it's gonna all
be about the ladyboys,

like they're just
gonna be everywhere

hanging out of windows with
their cocks in their panties.

But it's not, okay?

The food, no joke.

Beaches are unreal.

And we're gonna be taller
than everybody.

- He's here.

- Oh, fuck.
Here we go.

[tense music]

- Wait a minute.
He's not alone.

- Jesus,
that wasn't part of the deal.

- Who's in the car?
- Nobodies.

My brother and sister.

- Tell them
to get the fuck out!

[car doors slamming]

- Hi.

- Assholes.

Walk slowly
to the rear of the van

and place the bags
on the ground.

- I don't really
feel comfortable doing that.

I don't know who
y'all got back there,

so I'm just gonna put
the bags right down here.

- No, bring 'em
to where I told you.

- Baby, I don't like this.
Let's go.

- Fucking asshole.

He wants to be a big shot.

I got this.

- What? No, no, no.
Don't get out of the car.

- God damn it, Scotty!
- Scott, Scott.

Oh, fuck.
Shit.

What's happening now?

- He's handing him
the thumb drive.

- [chuckling, groans]

- And now he's air-fucking.
- Ugh.

I hate when he air-fucks.

[dramatic music]
- Oh, shit.

Oh, shit, they're fighting!
They're hurting him!

- Who do you serve?
- Fuck!

- No, don't shoot.
Don't shoot, Lucy!

[gunshots]
both: Shit!

- [yelps]
God damn!

- They're getting away.
[bullets ricocheting]

Shit, fuck, fuck,
he's hurt.

[overlapping shouting]

[tires screeching]

Fuck.
Scotty!

- No, no, no, no.
Stay in the car.

Stay in the car.
Lucy!

Lucy, stay in the--

[tires screeching]

[bones crunching]
Oh, fuck!

[breathing heavily]

Fuck!

[engine roars]

[coughs]

[tense music]

- [gurgles]
Hey!

- Oh, God.
Scotty?

Scotty!

- [strained] Mask.

- Scotty.
- [grunts]

[sputters]

Where's Lucy?

[foreboding music]

Lucy.

Lucy!

Fuck, fuck!
She's fucking dead.

- Scotty, don't say that.
Come on.

Is she breathing?
- She's not breathing.

[sobbing]
She's fucking dead, man.

- Fuck.

[tires screeching]

- Fuck.
[panting]

We gotta get rid of her.

- What?

[crickets chirping]

- [grunting]

Ready?

One, two, three.

[grunts]

[body thuds]

- Should we say something?
- Shh.

- Help.

- Oh, shit.

- Praise

Praise

- What are we supposed
to be thinking?

They just disappeared,
just got up, and waltzed away?

- I think maybe what
we've witnessed here

is nothing short of a miracle.

We need to go home
and love one another,

be good to each other.

That's the lesson
to take from this.

- Maybe it was never even real
to begin with.

Maybe it was all just, like,
a figment of imagination,

a spiritual test
that we overcame.

- Okay, well,
they certainly felt real

when we drove over
what felt like their skulls.

- Don't say that, Kelvin.

Don't be like that,
projecting negativity.

- Yeah, seriously,
trying to act like

we're gonna get in trouble
or some shit.

- There is one matter I'd like
a little clarity on, though.

- 'Sup?
- The money.

Where'd it come from, Judy?

- Cutting grass,
cutting hairdos.

- Bullshit.
You stole it from the church.

- Yeah, duh.

- So technically,
it's not yours.

- Uh, 'cept it is mine,

'cause I'm the one
who found a hiding place.

I had to sneak.
I had to climb stuff.

I had to think it through.

I stole that money
fair and square.

You did not.
[scoffs]

- That money would be gone
if it was not for my bravery

and--and knowledge and courage

to go back into the whole melee
and grab those fucking bags.

That's true facts.

So now we need to figure out
a meaningful way

in which we can divvy it up.

- No, no, no, no, how 'bout
nobody gets a cut, okay?

- Yeah.

- How 'bout it all goes back
to the church?

- I like that plan.

That's a good plan.
Yes, now we're talking.

- No, I don't like that plan.
How 'bout this?

How 'bout we give half of it
back to the church

and the other half
we split 50/50?

- How 'bout give a third
of it to the church,

the other half 70/30?

70 to me, 30 to you.

- How about a quarter back to
the church, 60/40 split?

- How about 1/8 back
to the church, 60/40 split?

- Church gets nothing, 60/40?

- Deal.
- Deal.

- Hold on. Wait a second.

- See some new shoes?
Got some 22s you want?

- Security camera right there.

- Oh, my God.

[percussive music]

- Oh, we're gonna need that.

[indistinct PA announcement]

- This hit-and-run story is
only gonna hold for so long.

We gotta get out of here
before anybody else comes

and asks more questions.

How's Lucy?

- Yeah, uh, she's still...

- Pretty fucked up?

- Yeah.

- She can never know
what happened to her

back at that hill,

how she got down there.

- What are we supposed to say?
- I don't know.

You know, that they did it.

And they fucking ran us over,

then they picked us up
and tossed us down the hill.

And then you showed up
when the coast was clear.

- Man, this whole thing
has just gotten so messed up.

- [slurps]

I need to see her.

- Scotty,
seeing her like this

is not gonna make you
feel any better.

- Eh, if I can get her
to make me cum, it will.

Hold my sauce.

[monitor beeping]

Hey, you hang out here,
and you keep a lookout.

- Scotty, she's in no shape

to do the things that you are
thinking about doing in there.

She's fighting for her life.

- She is my girl, and I will
decide what she's in shape for.

Now don't come in.

- No.
Scotty, Scotty.

Don't do that.
Scotty, Scotty.

Shit.

[soft organ music]

[wheelchair rattling]

[dramatic music]

- Shit.

- What are you doing?

- Getting her
the hell out of here.

You didn't really think I'd try
and get a blowjob, did you?

That's disgusting.

[crickets chirping]

[door slams]

- Hello?

[man and woman chuckling]

[woman laughs]

[indistinct chatter]

[soft dramatic music]

- [whispers]
There he is.

[indistinct chatter]

- But I do a little bit.
[chuckles]

- He was a baby.
- He was a little baby bird.

- What the heck
are y'all doing?

- Baby, you're home early.

- Nobody's supposed
to be in here.

- We were just
looking at pictures.

- Guess what?
Y'all hear about this?

Gideon got cast
in a Netflix movie.

- Say what now?

- I think y'all should just
go brush your teeth, okay?

- He seems to be doing well
in LA, following his dreams.

- What, to be a bum
in California?

Congratulations.

- He's not a bum.
He's a stuntman.

- Same damn thing.

- [softly]
Hollywood.

- Did you just
blow a kiss at me?

[medals tinkling]

Abraham,
stop blowing on them coins.

Go brush your teeth.

- [blows]

- What the hell, Amber?
He called?

- He did.
- And you spoke with him?

- I can't just
cut off our son.

- Well, I don't know why not.
He did that to us,

snipped our nuts like
we're damn street dogs.

- Well, he's a child,

and he's reaching out.

- To you, he is.
He ain't reaching out to me.

[scoffs] I didn't hear
my damn phone ringing.

You know what, as far as
I'm concerned, he's cancelled.

If he don't give a flip about
this family and don't want

to be a part of it,
that's fine with me.

But what I do give a flip about

is you not
being honest with me.

- Baby,
I'm being honest with you.

I'm telling you right now that
he called and that we spoke.

- I know, and we said that
we weren't gonna speak to him.

- Okay.
- Now he got you and the boys

aligning behind my back
with our apostate son.

I look like the bad guy.

- Oh, baby,
you're not the bad guy.

You're not.
- I know I'm not the bad guy.

Now, you know,
I-I'm working big time,

overtime to keep the unity
and sanctity of this family.

- I hear you.

- I don't need people
undercutting me.

- You don't.

- I don't know why
you wanna hang out

in this dumbass room anyway,

all this stupid, childish shit.

Boring.

[tires screeching faintly]

[sirens wailing,
helicopter whirring]

- [grunts]

How you feeling?

- Shitty.

- No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no.

Don't treat her
like she's handicapped.

She shall not recover
lest she be challenged.

Come on.

There you go, sunshine.

Ah, there you go,
coming back already.

Squeeze it.
Squeeze it.

Mm-hmm.
You got it.

Love that.
Love that.

I've been thinking about
what we should do next.

I think we should murder them.

[soft dramatic musical sting]

- Murder?

- Vengeance.
Yes, please.

- If they're dead,
we get nothing.

- I fucking love you.

Of course we should
stick 'em for more money.

That's smart.

- How are we gonna do that?
We have no leverage.

- With the backup copy
of the tape.

- Backup copy?
- Yeah.

I got a backup
on my jack off drive,

my LaCie Rugged,
indestructible weatherproof.

[drive thuds]

[chuckles]

- I have a question.
- Mm-hmm.

- How did I end up
down that hill after the drop?

[soft dramatic music]

- You don't wanna know.

- Yeah, I do.

- They're ruthless, baby.

They threw both of us
down there

like a sack of cats.

[birds chirping]

- The security footage from
that camera is stored

on a local server in
the back office of RimTyme.

I spoke with an employee
on his smoke break.

Don't worry.

I disguised myself
as a regular man.

I want you guys to go in there

and get me that footage,
all right?

Let's wrap this up.
- Okay.

- Why can't you do it?

- What'd you say?

- I said--
- What's that?

- Why can't you--
- [mocking gibberish]

Don't challenge me, Levi.

"Why can't you do it?
Why can't you do it?"

Do it.

Get in there.
Get that fucking footage.

[dramatic music]

I wish Chad wasn't in a coma!

He sure as hell
would do what I asked of him

without asking a bunch
of fucking questions!

[doorbell chimes]

- Sir, I spoke with
a manager about

a break-in I had in my car
in this parking lot.

He said I can come by,

sort through the security cam
footage in the back.

- You spoke to who?
- The manager.

- I'm the manager.

- Oh.

Okay.
Uh...

It wa--it was somebody else,

a man.

- I'm a man.
- Yeah.

He looked like you.

But...

- Did you get it?

- No, he didn't know nothing.
He was acting like a bitch.

- Y'all didn't get the tape?
- He--he wasn't very helpful.

- Get the fuck back in there!

Get the fucking tape.
Get the fuck back in there.

[doorbell chimes]
- Y'all forget something?

- [grunts]

- [grunts]

- [shouting]

- [shouting]

[siren whoops]

- Uh, okay, rolling.

[camcorder beeps]

You can't kill the devil, son.
[foreboding music]

I'm coming after you.

I still got footage of you.

I made a copy.

So fuck you.

Now you're gonna pay me
$2 million

or else this will
get released nationwide,

and once your reputation
is smeared...

[growling]
I'm gonna fucking kill you.

- It doesn't really seem like
you're gonna kill him.

It--
- No.

- It kinda rang false.

- What are you talking about,
rang false?

- The voice is fucked up.

- It's almost becoming,
like, a parody of itself.

- It feels like an empty threat,

like you're trying
to be a movie.

- Trying to be a movie?
Fuck you.

You wanna do it?
No, you don't.

So shut the fuck up.
Look, I got this.

I got this. Fuck you.
Go. Record this one.

- It's been recording
the whole time, Scott.

- All right,
shut the fuck up, dude.

Fucking piece of shit.
This mask smells like shit.

All right, go again.
[clears throat]

[tauntingly]
Hey, motherfuckers.

- You scared?

- No, not really.

You know,
this whole thing was my idea.

Scotty can act like
he's the leader of it and all,

but, I mean,

he wouldn't have anything
if it weren't for me.

- You two threw me
down the hill, didn't you?

- [coughs]
No.

No way.
No, of course not.

- You're a terrible liar.

I weirdly expected this
from him

but not from you,

you pussy bitch.

[soft dramatic music]

- No, seriously,
Lucy.

Lucy.

- It's when we start believing

we can take life
into our own hands,

resolve matters ourselves

without the guiding hand
of the Lord

that we fall victim

to the snakes of the world.

- Mm.
all: Amen.

[applause]

- Though cleverly disguised

as a loving neighbor,

a trusted friend,

they will find
their way in, folks.

- They will.

- Sometimes a snake
will come into the garden,

and when one does,

you need to close them eyes,

tilt that head up and say,

"Good afternoon, Jesus."
- Yeah.

- "Good afternoon, Lord."

That's not gonna
bother Him a bit.

I promise.
- [whispers] I'll be right back.

[soft suspenseful music]

- He's ready
to hear your call,

always there to help you

deal with the snakes.

Let's turn
to 1 Corinthians 10:13.

- Y'all wonder where
those devils went,

why there was no crime scene,
no police tape stuff,

no sign of nothing?

- Stop doing theatrics, Jesse.
Just show us your TV show.

- Security camera footage.
It's not a TV show.

- Shh, shh.
Just be quiet. How 'bout that?

- I'm not gonna shush.
- Shut up.

I'm watching TV.

[remote clatters]

[soft dramatic music]

- [gasps]

Oh, shit.
There's three of 'em?

- Ding, ding.

- They're not dead?

- Least the one
I runned over's not.

The one you got has passed.

- Nuh-uh, mine looked like
he was gonna be fine.

The back fender probably just

gave him a charley horse
or something.

- Looks worse than that.
- Kelvin, shut up.

Who cares, all right?

What we need to do here
is figure out

who these idiots are,
and apparently,

there's three of 'em.

Let's brainstorm, okay?

Let's have a spitball sesh right
now, come up with some ideas.

How are we gonna
find these guys?

Levi.

- We can make a flyer
with a pic of the van,

see if anybody's seen it.
- [laughs]

[laughter]
They ain't a lost cat, Levi.

Jeez, man.

They ain't running
for school president.

- Yeah, dumb.

Fuck off outta here
with that idea, Levi.

- Okay, this is a safe space.
We can pitch freely.

Anybody else got anything?
Gregory, you got something?

- Not yet.
- Yeah, not yet.

Of course.
I'm not gonna hold my breath.

- Uh, I have a real idea.
- Oh, well, let me guess.

"We should tell Daddy
and turn ourselves in."

- All right, do you--
do you want my idea?

- Well, let's hear it.
- Okay, then shut up real quick.

Thank you.
Traffic cams, right?

They got videotapes on them,
and when cars drive through 'em,

it will videotape that footage.

So I say we go and get
traffic cam footage from,

like, the area that night,

and then we can track
where they went.

- Well, is that,
like, a real thing?

- Yeah, it is.

Every red light has a camera
and, like,

tons of technologies on it.

- Look at him.

That's my baby bro-bro
right there.

- Don't touch me.
- Thank you for participating

instead of being mopey
for once in your life.

This is good.
This is exactly what we need.

Thank you, buddy.

So Kelvin's figured out
that much.

I need that
traffic cam footage.

Who in here's gonna
get it for me?

- Not me.
I've done enough already.

- Gregory, what if Jesus Christ
just did one or two things

and was like, "I'm good. I don't
need to die on the cross."

Where would we be then?
- I don't know, Jess.

- Get your head
out of your asshole, okay?

- I think I know
someone who could help.

- See, you have form RG004A.

You need form FR309 for a fleet
policy of 25 or more vehicles,

which is the situation
you're in.

So once you fill that form out,

you can come back up here
and we'll get--

I'll--I'll help you
with further assistance.

God bless you.

- [softly]
Yo, what's up?

Okay, yeah.
Over--over back?

[keyboard clacking]

- I could lose my job for this,
but I'd do anything for you.

You know that, Kelvin.
- I know.

- You saved me
from the darkness,

brought me to the light.

I owe you everything.

You know, I'd even kill myself
if you asked me to.

- What the hell?
- I know, buddy.

[pats shoulder]
You tell me that a lot.

- Okay, I would, though.

- I'm not gonna tell you
to kill yourself.

- Okay.

- So these guys
in the red van here,

they're--uh, they're our buds
and our friends, you know?

And we're just playing
some pranks with them.

- Yeah, just car pranks,
your average car prank.

- Well, I trust you, friend.
- I know.

- Here's that van crossing the
intersection that you gave me.

And then cameras catch the van

for about a mile,
and then we lose 'em.

- Huh.
- But then we pick them up again

on a cam near the hospital.

And, uh, a few hours later,

a camera picks the van up
as it's leaving the hospital.

And then, um, we end up

following them all the way
on cams to right there.

[pensive music]

- And how long ago was that?

- A week ago.
- And where are they now?

- They're still there,

the same place they were a--
a week ago.

[indistinct chatter]

- You can't
kill the devil, son.

I'm coming after you.

Eat shit, Gemstones.

[siren wailing faintly]

[tense music]

What the fuck?
[exhales]

Did you fuck us?

- What are you talking about?
- Chicken shit.

You did this.
- No.

It was me.
- You did this?

- I'm going home.
You left me for dead, Scotty.

You dumped my body down
a fucking ditch!

- No, I didn't.

Is that what he told you?
Huh?

This was our ticket.
This was everything.

You and me,
Thailand, piña coladas.

- Fuck you.

- [shouts]

Lucy!

[TV chattering]

You told her.

- No, I didn't.

- Why'd you tell her?

You like her?
You think she likes you?

- No, no.
Don't do this, okay?

You're hurt.
- Yeah, you're about to be hurt.

[grunts, groans]

- Enough, okay?

- [grunts]

- Ow!

- Whoa!
Okay.

I got something else.

What the fuck was that?

- [exhales]

- All right.

Come on, man.

Oh, oh.

[groaning]

Oh, my God,
you broke my back.

- Okay, enough, all right?

I'm gonna get you up
and no more.

- You broke my fucking back.

- Come on, Scotty,
you gotta work with me.

- Come on.
[groaning]

Oh, what's up now, bitch?
Fuck you.

[both grunting]

What are you gonna do?

[shouting]

Quit fucking doing that shit.

- Enough, all right?

- You fucked up, man!

- I'm tapping out.
I submit.

- Fuck you.
- Fuck you!

- You lost the fucking money,

and you're gonna get it back
one way or the other.

- I'll get the money.
- Okay?

- I'll get
the fucking money, okay?

- All right.
Truce.

- Truce?
- Yeah, come on. Fuck you.

- Jesus Christ, Scott.
[chuckles]

[ominous music]

- If you don't,
I will kill you.

- [gags]

- Does that
sound believable?

Do I sound like I'm trying
to be a fucking movie?

- [coughing]
You're fucking crazy.

- Get me the money.

[snarls]

- [coughing]

Ugh.

Oh, fuck.
[door slams]

[tense music]

[indistinct chatter]

[siren wailing]

[car doors slam]

[baby crying]

[overlapping chatter]

[ice machine grinding, rattling]

[eerie intense music]

- Quick question, friend.

You seen this van around?

[pleasant music playing]

- Seen a lot of vans
around, man.

- Kelvin, plan B.

- Maybe this will
refresh your memory, hmm?

- How you like that, huh?
- Mm-hmm.

- Does that help a little bit?
- Got some answers now?

- He loves it.
- Okay, yeah.

They've been staying here
for, like, a week.

- [laughing] Yeah!
- Okay, all right.

- I told you.
- There you go.

- Though they checked out today.

- They checked out today?
- Ah, shoot.

- [screams]

Hey, Honey Bunches of Oats.

Doo-doo-doo-doo
What'd they look like?

Huh?
Details.

Think hard.

- Just like
regular white people.

- Did this whites happen to tell
you where they were heading?

- No, man, fuck you think?
People don't say shit to me.

- Perhaps that's because
of the customer service.

- Is this little boy your son?
- I'm fully grown.

Thank you.
I'm an adult man.

- Okay, well, uh,
y'all want a room or what?

- No, we don't want a room!
We want answers!

Fucking guy thinks
I'm old enough to be your daddy.

Jesus H.

- Well, you are
aging horrifically.

Look, Jesse,
I know you're disappointed,

but I think it's for the best.

I don't know what
you're capable of.

I don't want our paths to cross
with those guys ever again.

- Shit, maybe that's that.

- [sighs]
No, I don't think so.

[clay shatters]

[machine whirs]

[gunshot]

- Damn it.

- You're leading too much.

- Funny.

I wasn't having any trouble
'fore you got here.

- You know,
I would have come with you

if you wanted to shoot 'em
like we used to together.

- You're the one who stopped,
not me.

- I'm sorry, baby.

I'm so sorry that I didn't
tell you I was talking to him.

I never should have
kept that from you.

- I agree.

Can't keep secrets from family.
It's not right.

- No.
No more.

- Deal.

- Deal.
Come here.

[Beethoven's
"Moonlight Sonata"]

Ooh.

- Good afternoon, Jesus.

Thank you for watching after
my family and myself.

And thank you for letting me
be born into this world

as a Gemstone.

- [grunts]

[strained shouting]

[weights rattle]

- The legacy of my family
carries immense weight...

- [panting]

- But I take it you are no
stranger to that, Dear Lord.

- [panting] We gotta get off
the compound, baby.

[frenzied breathing]

Oh, take me right here.

- My duties are great,

but many are the pleasures
you have bestowed upon me.

- Oh, no.

I came.

[panting]
I'm so sorry.

[snake hissing]

- Grant me strength,
Dear Lord,

to lead the people...

To bring them
to your righteous kingdom.

And thank you, Lord,

for forgiving me
of my wrongdoings,

which you know
are not who I am.

Your ability to accept me
for the sinner I am

only speaks
to your greatness...

[sighs]
His righteous grace...

Your guidance and mercy is all
that the Gemstones require.

Please, teach me your patience.

[doorbell rings]
Teach--

[music stops]

Fuckin' A.

Somebody get the door, please.

[doorbell rings]
Get the door!

I'm praying, God damn it!

- Hey, Mama.

I'm home.

- Gideon.
Oh, my baby.

[both laugh]

- Oh!
- [laughs]

Hi.
[laughs]

[rhythmic remix of Beethoven's
"Moonlight Sonata"]

[bright tone]

We're gonna be late!

Can I please just stay home?

Everybody's going to church,
goddammit.

I'm gonna tell everybody

AMBER GEMSTONE:
Our son is back in our lives,

and you need to give him
another chance

because I love him.

You got me opening a church
in the middle of a mall.

This is a place
you can buy slacks,

but now you can buy Jesus.

But you can't put him
on layaway.

(CHUCKLES)

I brought you all here
because I have made a discovery.

-Grab his ass.
-(SCREAMS)

-SON: Hey, Dad?
-What's up-- huh?

-What's going on?
-Help!

Well I just wanted to talk,
but did he say, "Help"?

Just go outside,
I'll be out there in a sec,

I'm just gonna finish up
a prayer

-with these guys.
-Okay.

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)