All language subtitles for High Maintenance (2016) S03E09 Cruise (Seizoensfinale)

Speed:
Let's, uh, jump on in
now, folks.

I love starting the walking
tour standing still,

because this way we're our own
natural, organic Greek chorus,

walking around our own
unfolding Greek drama.

And just like any Greek chorus

in relationship
to its unfolding plot,

we'll be participating,
observing, commenting,

but never really committing,
if you know what I mean.

As, most importantly,
the walking tour is designed

to be an intimate soirée

that waltzes across
this vast alienation--

Hey, people are
trying to get to work,
you dumb motherfuckers!

Welcome!

Let's charge off now into
the great random choreography

that appears five times a week:

rush hour,

starring neurosis,
the mediocre psychedelic trip

guiding all of this.

Off to your right, Central Park.

(voices harmonizing)

-♪ Everybody ♪
-♪ Everybody ♪

All:
-♪ Everybody say yeah, yeah ♪
-♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Say yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Say yeah, say yeah, say yeah ♪

♪ Say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

-♪ Say yeah, say yeah ♪
-♪ Yeah ♪

- ♪ Say yeah ♪
- ♪ Yeah ♪

-♪ Everybody ♪
-♪ Everybody ♪

All:
♪ Everybody say yeah,
yeah, yeah! ♪

(light applause)

Don't you say that to me!
Don't you ever say that to me!

You know, you may be able to get
away with that with the old man,

get him tanked up for a week,

buy him off with
your Hollywood blood money,

-but not me.
-It was just an offer.

Yeah, well,
keep it to yourself.

♪ Tap, tap, tapping
on the glass ♪

-(Irish accent):
Fuck the committee!
-Dad worked his whole life

building a life here for you.
You're just gonna throw it away?

I'm not getting
stuck, too.

Come, the third, Laertes.
You do but dally.

♪ Rivers belong
where they can ramble ♪

♪ Eagles belong
where they can fly ♪

♪ I've got to be where
my spirit can run free ♪

-(phone vibrates)
-♪ I've got to find my corner ♪

♪ Of the sky! ♪

Thank you all
so much for coming.

As you know, this is
our first-ever New York
agent showcase,

and the kids are so darned
excited to meet you.

Thank you so much for coming

and making their
dreams come true.

Uh, and now
the great work begins.

Oh, I'm-- I'm sorry.
Uh, okay, I'm--

I-- I'll just collect
your-- your forms,

uh, that you filled out, and
if you didn't, please do, uh...

Thank you so much.
I'm Leonard Tully, as I said,

and my picture and resume's
not in your packet,

but I've got a stack of them
backstage if anybody wants one.

-Thanks.
-(laughing): I'm kidding.

Oh. hi. Hi, hi, hi, hi.

Don't go, I wanna sit
and talk to you.

(whispering):
Okay, I'll see you back there.

I'm gonna hang on
to mine, thanks.

Okay. Thanks for coming.

-So good, so good.
-Thank you, thank you,
thank you, thank you.

Thanks, thanks. They-- Listen,
you gotta go out and mingle

-'cause they're dying
to meet a real live actor.
-Okay, okay.

Told 'em all about you.

Curtis:
I'm telling you,
all you need

is a couple of good knives
and a big pot

so you can make soup
for the whole week.

-What about getting an agent?
-Oh, that'll happen
when it happens.

But in the meantime,
you better get yourself

a roommate
and get into soup!

Of course, there's lots
of wine, yeah.

Oh, wait, wait, wait.
Janelle, Janelle, Janelle!

Oh, thank you so much
for coming!

Yeah, it's so--
it's so great to see you!

-Yeah, it's great
to see you, too!
-Thank you.

-Thank you so much
for inviting me.
-Of course, of course!

Listen, do you have any tips

or thoughts I should
pass along to them?

Uh, um... Oh,
I loved that song
from Dear Evan Hansen.

Oh, my God, it's so good.

Actually, I've got to get
back to the office.

-Oh.
-It really was so great
to see you, Leonard!

-Thank you.
-I'll let you know
if there's interest,

but, you know, we're boutique,
so we can only take on so many.

Of course, of course.
Look, I know how
show business works.

-Oh, whoa, whoa... Yeah.
-All right, take your call.

-Thanks for coming.
It's great. So much love. Bye.
-Yeah. Yeah. Bye.

What did she say?

Does she want to meet
any of us or--?

Well, here's the thing--
here's the thing about agents

is that they work in a clump,

-and so--
-Leonard, do we get
to see our sheets?

Well, you know, guys, I want
you to meet my friend Curtis.

We did Angels together
at the Old Globe.

He has amazing stories,
and he'll be able
to really tell you

some things that I can't.
Just listen and learn.

And if they want
you in a cock sock,
you wear a cock sock.

And there ain't nothing
you can do about it.
Hopefully, it's the right size.

I didn't even see
you here, girl.

Now, let me tell you right now,
look at these freckles.

You let people see
them freckles, because it's

what makes you different,
it's what makes you good.

Leonard:
What the hell is this?

-Do you know
what NVS means?
-Curtis: What's the context?

Leonard:
It's what some of the agents
wrote on the kids' forms.

NVS or NVG next
to everybody's name
except Sunny's.

Well, I don't know.
It's "New Verging Singer,"
"Now Very Strong,"

"Nubile Versatile
Songstress."

-Or, uh, "Nice
Vertical Stance." Yeah.
-Yeah, something like that.

-Cyclist: Heads up!
-Really? Dumb motherfucker!

(laughing):
Wow! Oh, it is so great
to be back in New York!

God, I haven't been here
since the Pleistocene Age.

Every goddamn break I had,
I had to go to Alex's family.

-Oh, how is Alex?
-(sighs) Curtis!

We broke up! I told you
all about it on Facebook.

No, no, no. You know
I don't go on that shit.

Well, it's been
about eight months.
It's been really rough.

-I'm so sorry.
-Yeah.

But, you know, everything's
for a reason and the timing

couldn't be better because
my sabbatical's coming up

and, you know, New York's
always been my white whale.

And so I'm thinking maybe now's
the time to dust off my Capezios

and the 16 bars
and press some flesh
in the Equity Lounge

and see if there
are any parts for
200-year-old men.

Don:
This boy comes wobblin'

down the street,
and I say to him,

"Hey now,
what's all the fuss?"

-(phone chimes)
-And now he says to me,

he's looking
for a hospital,
can I help him?

And so I say,
there hasn't been a hospital
around here in 20 years.

-Yeah.
-But then, of course,
that Urgent Care

is like a hospital,

and that's just
two blocks away,
you know.

I told him so.

Always wondered what
happened to that boy.

-Yeah, I do too.
-Mm.

Uh, I don't wanna change
the subject or anything,

but do you think this is
gonna be an expensive fix?

And if it is,
do you think
you'll be able

to take it off my hands
if it's fucked?

(sighing):
Oh. Uh...

-We'll see
about the engine.
-Okay.

The rest seems to be
in good shape.

You should keep it.

I don't know, man.
It's pretty high-maintenance.

(phone chiming)

Uh, okay,
I'll look at it.

Okay.

Yeah.

You wouldn't want a bag
of sand, would you?

No.

(muffled singing from café)

♪ Don't reveal
my indiscretion ♪

♪ Just leave
well enough alone ♪

♪ Hush up,
don't tell mama ♪

♪ Shush up,
don't tell mama ♪

♪ Don't tell mama
whatever you do ♪

Not very special.

I think so, too, but people
really love this place.

No, that's what
NVS stands for.

You still thinking
about that? Let it go.

Curtis, you once told me you
didn't need talent to make it,

that if you were persistent
and everybody would leave

and then you'd get all the parts
'cause there'd be nobody left.

-I said that?
-Yeah, and it
worked out for you.

If you're gonna talk,
go to the bar.

Plenty of people want
to sing at the piano.

I'm not gonna leave
till you play my song.

Okay, take it easy,
Blanche.

God, I hate
this fucking place.

Come on, I can sing
as well as these guys can.

-Of course you can.
-Why am I not here?

Because you're shaping
young minds.

-It's like deaf
people singing.
-Oh, come on.

-Pianist: Shh!
-Shh!

-Crowd: Shh!
-Pianist: So if you see
my mommy, mum's the word.

(cheers, whistles)

I'm taking my cigarette break.
Pass the jar, please.

-Bye.
-Curtis: Well,
I think that's my cue.

-What?
-You know, I've
got a 4 a.m. call

to be a forensic scientist
at Silvercup.

Oh, you need somebody
to run lines?

No. Blah-blah-blah. Contusion.
Looks like they were murdered.

-It doesn't matter.
-Oh, hey, I love you so much!

-I love you, too.
-Thank you so much for coming.

I'm so glad
we're still friends!

-I'm gonna move
to New York.
-Okay.

-Okay? Okay.
-Yeah, I'd love that.
All right.

-Come on. Sit on down.
Yeah, you good here?
-Bye.

Yeah, I'm good.
I'm G. I'm VG.

(laughs)
You are VG.
All right, bye, baby.

-Bye. Thanks for coming.
-Okay.

(noisy chattering)

(piano playing final chords)

(crowd applauding, cheering)

Pianist:
Hey, everybody, John
is going to do a solo.

-John, you ready? Okay.
-John: Yeah.

("This Is the Moment" playing)

Huh?

Oh my God, that's my song.

This is my song, motherfucker.

That's my song!

-♪ ...at last ♪
-Leonard (mutters):
That's my song.

♪ This is the moment,
when all I've done ♪

♪ All of the dreaming, scheming,
and screaming becomes one ♪

(distant siren wails)

Come on, respond,
motherfucker.

Hi.

Hi.

That smells good.

-You want?
-Yes, please.

Danke schoen.

Bitte schoen.
Sie sprechen?

Sie sprechen Deutsch?

No, but they were singing
a lot of Cabaret across
the street.

-Oh, I love Cabaret .
-Yeah.

(as Emcee):
"You wouldn't know that
she was Jewish at all."

-That place seems fun.
I've never been there.
-Yeah.

What are you doing tonight?

Just went to see
a movie at IFC,

now I'm going
on a bike ride,

and, uh, probably
gonna go home soon.

Sounds fun.

It's pretty fun.
What about you?

-(coughing)
-Oh shit.

Here you go.
You okay?

-You okay?
-Yeah, I'm good.

-Want some water?
-No. You want some ice cream?

No, thank you.

Oh shit.

No one gets ice cream
now, I guess.

What are you
doing tonight?

You asked that.

Oh, you okay?

-Shit.
-(retching)

-(breathing heavily)
-(moaning on phone)

Oh shit.

Oh God.

Oh, oh.

(panting)

Ow!

(distant siren wails)

(groaning)

-(clattering)
-Aah!

(groans)

Oh God.

Oh my God.
Oh my God. Oh my God.

Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit.

(gasping)

Oh! Aah! (panting)

(whispering):
Oh my God. Oh my God.

Help me, somebody.

-Man: Hello?
-No, no, no, no!

Don't come out. Stay asleep.

Oh, Marta! Marta,
Marta, Marta!

Are you there?
It's Leonard! Marta!

-Did the agents call?
-No, no, no! Don't come
out yet, I'm naked!

-Do you have a...
towel or something?
-Oh. All right.

Don't come out, I'm naked.

-Marta: Okay.
-Oh my God!
Don't look at me!

(elevator dings)

(soft jazz piano playing
in the background)

(muffled):
Hello, uh, I'm sorry
to bother you.

Could I get another
key for 504?

-And, uh, do you
have any Advil?
-(elevator dings)

Concierge:
Sure, let me check.

Sorry.

Speed:
A city is what happens once
a landscape needs to order in.

New York City, great example.
The Collect Pond is

the original drinking water
downtown. It gets polluted,

they build a canal
to siphon off

the polluted water into
the river: Canal Street.

Then comes the invention
of private water companies

that specialize in
bringing drinkable water

to the population.

And that right there,
that's when it becomes
New York City.

Yeah, baby!

For this city,
from its very beginnings

has been a gigantic
ordering-in situation.

(vehicles honking)

As the different
honks of the city

come blaring into
your present tense,

connoisseur taste
and judge them based on

their voluminousness, intensity,
context, and duration.

That last little one,
did you hear that?

Kind of a staccato chord
in the middle of that?

That's the sound of
misguided animosity.

(barking)

Right this way.
Great view of traffic.

Traffic is spiritual.

Traffic is the city teacher's
method of inflicting patience

on a population clearly
addicted to impatience.

(elevator dings)

-(phone chimes)
-(chattering)

(mutters)
Dude, come on.

Excuse me, I'm here to see
a couple of friends of mine:

Bryan Gregory
and Sarah Rousso--

I guess she's going
by Gregory now, actually,
too, so, yeah, uh, Gregory.

And what's
the patient's name?

Gregory.

Oh, okay, okay.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Um...

Lo-- Logan. Logan.

There you go. I just needed
to identify the patient.

You know, I actually
haven't met him yet.

They're friends from
high school and, uh--

-Well, I hang out with-- yeah.
-(both laughing)

-Where's the play room?
-The play room's down the hall.

-Okay, thanks.
-Mm-hmm.

-Child: My stomach hurts.
-Woman: Stomach is hurting?

-Yeah, really bad.
-Okay, okay. I'll let
them know, honey.

-Where does it hurt?
Show me where it hurts.
-(whines): Here.

-Okay. Is that helping
when you press on it?
-It hurts.

Okay, sweetie, don't worry.
I was just out talking to him.

He'll be right in.

Sarah:
I don't know if everyone
wants to watch

children dying of cancer on TV.

Careworker:
I mean, hospital shows
are a thing.

Sarah:
Really? I don't watch
that much TV, so--

-Careworker:
Oh, yeah, they're a thing.
-Woman: Thank you.

-Hi.
-(whispering): Hi.

Hey there,
little cutie.

-Hi. (chuckles)
-Hey.

-Oh wow. Hey, little baby!
-(cooing): Hey! Hi!

Don't worry, you're not
stuck with me alone,

'cause Bryan's
on his way back.

-I'm not stuck
with you.
-Okay.

I'm very excited
to see you.

-(laughing)
-Have you been
to New York before?

Uh, no.
Uh, yeah, yeah.

I don't know if you
remember our senior year,
I came with the choir.

We saw some Broadway shows,
but you probably don't remember.

Anyway, this is sort of
my first time as an adult.

-Yeah, yeah.
-(laughing): Yeah.

-I'll let you have a moment.
-Oh, sure. I'll see you
back in the room.

(Sarah sighing)

Hey, Logan.

Hey.

-Today was
really hard.
-Yeah?

Yeah, he had immunotherapy,

and he had to lie down
under this machine and...

It was hard.
(chuckling)

But, look.

He has tattoos.

-Oh, that's cool.
-Yeah.

So they can line him up
with the radiation machine.

-Hey! Cool party dots, bruh!
-Yeah! (chuckles)

God, have you been outside
today? It's gorgeous.

Yeah, I remember I got in
a huge fight with my parents,

and I was at your house,
lying on your bed on my back,

and I remember feeling
extremely self-conscious

'cause I had braces on
and I was, like, crying
and snotting everywhere.

-That's right.
-But I was just
looking at your wall,

and there was a framed poster

of Miss Saigon
and Les Miserables and...

- RENT . Yep.
-...and then RENT , yeah.

-You don't
remember that?
-I do.

You had neon green
rubber bands on your braces,

-and there was a lot of snot.
-There was a lot of snot.

-Yes.
-'Cause I'm a snotty
crier, still am.

(laughing)

(nearby siren blaring)

Hey, I was thinking about it
on the ride over here...

We were good friends.

-We were best
friends, yeah.
-Yeah!

Yeah.

Whatever happened
to that friendship?

Well...

You and Bryan would always
do drugs together,

and I didn't want
him to do that.

Fair.

You know, I remember
that I was giving you

-a lot of shit for voting
for Bush the first time...
-Oh my Lord.

-...'cause I couldn't vote yet,
and you were crazy.
-Yes, yes.

And you were really
self-righteous and obnoxious

-about Ralph Nader.
-Ralph Nader!

'Cause he's got
some good ideas.

-You were kind of an
asshole about it, actually.
-I was. That's fair too.

Yeah.

-Did your dad vote for--
-Yeah, of course he did.

Yeah.

-Did you?
-No, I didn't vote.

Okay, okay.

You know why I thought
you were pissed?

-Why?
-The talent show.

What?

You were watching
the talent show,

and you were standing
up front enjoying yourself,

and I came up behind you and
you were wearing pajama pants,

uh, and I pantsed you,
but I didn't know

you weren't wearing
underwear and everyone saw.

And I really felt bad
about it my entire life.

What?

-What are you laughing at?
-Are you kidding?

I have no memory of that.

-Really?
-No.

You were so fucking pissed.

Was I? I have
no recollection.

-I've been sweating this
for like 20 years...
-(laughing)

...and you're telling me--
Dude!

You know, I might have
done a lot of drugs,

-but you have
a really shitty memory.
-(baby fussing)

Oh, oh, oh.
Yeah, yeah. Okay.

-Good morning.
-Yeah, hi.

Aww, okay. Yeah?

(phone chimes)

Oh, Bryan's stuck
in traffic with the boys.

He should be
here soon. Look.

-(laughing):
They are so cute!
-The Guy: Aw.

They have their
heads shaved!

Oh yeah, in solidarity.

Did... Did Bryan
shave his head?

No?

-Oh, insecure man.
-That's right.

You gotta get
on the train, man.

It's just people who come
here from all over the world

to meet with this
one specialist.

-Mm-hmm.
-Yeah, and everybody
is so gentle and quiet.

It's actually
very, very nice.

-I mean, I'm so glad
you guys found him.
-I know, right?

-Bryan: Hey! Bruh!
-Sarah: Hi!

-The Guy: Hey!
-What's up?

-Good to see you, man!
-Nice to see you!

Bryan:
How's it going?
Hey, Lo! Come here.

-Oh, yeah.
-Oh, hey!

-Hey, Lo!
-Yeah.

Hey, remember, we gotta
pick up that medicine from
the fridge to keep at Ronald.

Oh yeah, got it.
I almost lost

a bottle of medicine that
cost... (whispers): $10,000.

-Yeah. A lot.
-Uh-oh.

(laughing):
A lot. Yeah.

Uh, listen, this was great.

I really enjoyed getting to
hang out with this little bro.

-Yeah, you meet
my friend here, Lo?
-Yeah.

What do you think?
He still smell like pickles?

-Bro, bro.
-(laughing): Sorry.

-(laughing)
-A little bit?
A little bit?

-All right, all right.
-Smells like pickles
a little bit?

That is an open wound.
You can't just pour salt
like that.

-I know, yeah.
-Listen, I want to help out.
Whatever I can do.

We're gonna put the boys down
at Ronald and then we'll go out.

'Cause I can also
come to Ronald.

-It's not a problem
at all.
-Bro.

-All right, well--
-We're gonna go out.

You wanna get
something to eat?

(all laughing)

Payback! Sucka!

Yeah, that was cool.
What'd you think of that, Logan?

Oh, he liked it.

-(laughing)
-Is this illegal?

(bells tolling)

Bruh.

-Bruh.
-Bruh.

-Marlboro Lights, huh?
-Mm-hmm.

You used to smoke Camels.

It's whatever.
I don't really care.

Want some of this?

-Cop's right there.
-Hospital's right there.

So what do you
want to do, bruh?

-Anything.
-(laughing)

-You decide.
Whatever you want.
-All right.

Wanna take a cab
or subway?

None of the "abruhve."

One for me,
one for you.

-I don't have a bike.
-Oh, that's not
a problem, bruh.

(both laughing)

-Look at that!
-Whoa.

That's SummerStage.
Free concerts.

-(bikes rattling)
-Both: Whoa!

-(voices vibrating)
-Oh, yeah, bruh.

-(laughing)
-Oh!

-Ah!
-I got it back.

Oh, man, it feels like
a hundred miles an hour.

It's one of the best
fucking feelings.

It's really one of
the best feelings.

-This is really nice, man.
-Yeah.

Bryan:
Come on, bruh.
Bruh, bruh.

Both:
Uh-oh.

No, bruh.
The other way.

(laughing)

-(horns honking)
-Watch out.

Bryan:
Almost hit a pothole.
(laughing)

Speed:
And here we have members of

every habitable continent
in the world

taking photographs
of Central Perk from
the sitcom, Friends,

another living art installation
in time, a complicated punchline

spun by this complicated
comedian, New York City.

One of the great recent
landmarks to land in
Greenwich Village,

uh, the wonderful bondage
birdhouse up and right.

Marie's Crisis Cafe
to your left,

a bohemian restaurant with
live piano music since 1929.

I cannot recommend
the sing-a-long enough.

(boat horns blare)

So the sun's that way.

-I guess I fucked it up.
-Yeah.

This is not a sunset, bruh.
It's all right.

It's nice, it's nice.

(phone bloops)

Aah, shit.

Sarah's freaking out.
I gotta go.

-Oh, no!
-It's all right,
it's all right.

-Thanks, man.
-If you need anything...

No, I'm good.
Do you want your helmet?

No, that's your, bro.

-Good.
-It folds pancake-flat.

Put it in your suitcase.

I'm gonna need it. Probably get
hit by a car on the way home.

Shut up, dude.
That's not funny.

Bryan.

Your family's beautiful.

Thanks, man.

You turned out
pretty good too, man.

Maybe so.

I love you.

Bruh.

I love you, too, bruh.

-Thanks for the sunset.
-Yeah.

-See ya, bruh.
-Later, bruh.

(boat horn blares)

(phone chimes)

Speed:
I suppose if I had an essential
goal on the cruise right now,

it would be to exhibit the fact
that I'm thrilled to be alive

and to still be respected.

I suppose the soulful or the
Buddhist out there might ask,

"Why do you need
respect from others?

"The thrill to be alive,
that's your own business.

You can do that
in your living room."

But that's not what
the cruise is for me.

The cruise is
about the searching

for everything
worthwhile in existence.

I mean, I will appreciate
the beauty of a flower,

and then likewise,
I will stand exhibitionistic

and have the flower appreciate
the beauty of me.

Well, that's how I feel
about cruising right now.

And I would say
having a quote, unquote,

"intimate love affair"
with a flower

is far more psychotic
and riveting

than having an "intimate love
affair," quote, unquote,

with some of the banal
creatures of the human race.

Although,
I'd be into that, too.

Yeah, I don't know...

♪ You've gotta do
what's right ♪

If you ask me...

♪ In your city tonight ♪

♪ Someone's alone ♪

♪ Reach out your hands
to the one alone ♪

♪ In your city tonight ♪

♪ You've gotta do
what's right ♪

♪ In your city tonight ♪

♪ Someone's alone,
someone's alone ♪

♪ In your city ♪

♪ Someone's alone,
someone's alone ♪

♪ In your city tonight ♪

♪ You've gotta do
what's right ♪

♪ In the city ♪

♪ Reach out
your hands to
the one alone ♪

♪ In your city ♪

♪ Reach out your hands
to the one alone ♪

♪ In the city,
in the city,
in the city ♪