All language subtitles for Bob.Hearts.Abishola.S01E01.720p.HDTV.x264-AVS+SVA

We have a 50-year-old male,
chest pains, labored breathing!

Hang in there, brother.
You're gonna be okay!

Of course he's gonna be okay.
It's just gas!

It's not gas, Mom!
I'm having a heart attack!

Well, maybe now you'll stop
eating defenseless animals.

Not now, Christina!

We'll take it from here.

- I love you, Bobby!
- Wait!

No, it's my heart.

Pretty.

Huh?

You look like an angel.

Ah.

How are you feeling?

Okay, I guess.

So... what happened?

You had three stents put in.

Is that a lot?

For a man your size, no.

I got to pee. Do I just do it
or do I go somewhere?

No, don't just do it.

Here, let me help you.

Easy.

Slow, slow.

It's okay. I got it.

You have nothing. Lean on me.

Would you mind showing me your socks?

Huh?

Socks are my business. Let me see.

Come on.

Narvanis RD-75s.

That's a shame.

What is wrong with them?

Ah, they're made on
the cheap in Vietnam.

One wash,
they get all droopy in the top band.

They do.

That's 'cause they
use a synthetic latex,

whereas MaxDot Compression Socks,

the company I happen to own,
uses a natural blend.

So yours are better?

The Canadian Association
of Chiropodists thinks so.

I'll get you a couple of
pairs, you'll see.

Thank you.

All right, so, uh, this is my stop.

Uh, leave the door open.

I'll wait out here for you.

Yeah, I don't think that's gonna work.

I'm a little pee-shy.

Well, I cannot leave you alone.

If you fall down,
who's going to pick you up?

Not me.

Okay, okay.

You know, I have other patients.

That's not helping.

Would you like me to insert
a catheter in your penis?

I really don't.

That's nice. What's that?

I used to sing this for
my son before I put him to bed.

Always worked.

Hey, hey, would you look at that!

No, thank you.

You come here often?

Yes. I work 12-hour shifts,
three, four days a week.

No, I was making a joke.

Oh. It was not funny.

Yeah, I got that.

- What's your name?
- Abishola.

What a coincidence.
That's my mother's name.

Another joke?

Yeah.

People call you Abi?

No. Go back in there
and wash your hands.

All right.

It's a pretty name, Abishola.
What's it mean?

"Born to wealth."

Oh, so you just work here for fun?

Is it one of those ironic things,

like when guys call me "Slim"?

But you are not slim.

Yeah, I was...

Okay.

Is-Is-Is... is my family still around?

Yes. Would you like me to get them?

Oh, God, no.

Actually, tell 'em I died.

Ah, that joke you liked.

I understand having a difficult family.

Yeah? What's the deal with yours?

- That is not your business.
- Okay.

If you like,
I can tell your family you're sleeping

and to come back in the morning.

Ah, that'd be great.

Thanks, Abi.

- Abishola.
- Abishola, sorry.

You can call me Bob.

Good night, Bob.

What now?

I never liked the sound of my name,

but when you say it, it sounds nice.

Bob.

Say it again.

- Good night, Bob.
- Oh, yeah.

It's way better than "Bahb."

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You know,

I didn't see one nurse in this
hospital wearing our socks.

Oh, Bob.

You're just like your father.

Always working,
always looking for opportunities.

Yeah, but Daddy died when he was 58.

So Bob gets to kick ass
for eight more years.

Every foot in here should
have a MaxDot sock on it.

That includes orderlies,
food service, morgue attendants,

this guy back here.

I'm on it. I'll set up
a meeting with Sales and Marketing

for first thing in the morning.

That won't work.
I have therapy in the morning.

Tomorrow morning's no good.

Sales and Marketing has therapy.

Christina, your marriage ended.

You wanted a job, I gave you a job.
Do the job!

- Don't yell at me!
- Don't yell at your sister, Bob!

I'm not yelling at my sister.

I'm yelling at... Sales and Marketing!

Want me to take that
off your plate, Sis?

Just stick with running
your HR department.

And I'll ask it again.

We're a family business.

Why do we need human resources?

Because we're humans, Christina!

- Wait on a sec.
- What's wrong?

Did you pop a stent?

No, I'm fine.

Uh, there was a nurse here last night.

She was really nice to me. I...

I wanted to thank her. Oh, come on.

Oh, I saw that movie.

Sexy nurse, late at night,

happy ending fully
covered by Blue Cross.

That's why we need human resources.

Seriously? Guy's screwing us,
and you say "Have a lucky day"?

Really? Is that what I said?

Can we please focus?

First Nike pushed us out of Korea.

Now they're pushing us out of Malaysia.

Calm down, Bob.
You're no good to us dead.

How can I calm down?!

We are running out of Asian
people to make our socks!

Maybe it's for the best.

Maybe it's time we stop
exploiting these people.

We don't exploit anybody.

We contract foreign
companies to do that.

All we do is turn a blind eye.

But we treat them great.

We had suicide nets way before Apple.

Are you listening to yourselves?

You are both horrible...

Hi. I was hoping you could help me.

I'm looking for a nurse.
Her name is Abishola.

Oh, she's not on right now.

Can I give her a message?

Uh, well, I wanted to
bring her some socks.

Socks?

Yeah, they're compression socks.

Very therapeutic,
especially if you're on your feet a lot.

Oh. Nice.

Got an activated charcoal
thread in the toes.

Real odor eater.

Would you like me to give 'em to her?

Actually, uh,
I'd like to give 'em to her myself.

Do you... do you have her address?

Oh, I can't give that out.

I understand.

Would a pair of socks change your mind?

Are they magic socks?

All right, what's it gonna take?

Honey, you in Detroit.

You need to give me some money.

May I help you?

Yes, I'm looking for Abishola.

Oh, I'm sorry. Abishola is sleeping.

She worked very late.

What do you want with Abishola?

Is she in trouble?

No, no. Nothing like that.

Close the door.

There's something wrong.

Why does there have
to be something wrong?

There's a white man at the door.

Tell me, when has that ever been good?

What do we do?

Get the boy.

Can I help you?

Yes, I'm looking for Abishola.

I want to bring her socks.

Excuse me.

- He has socks.
- What?

Socks.

He's selling them?

No, I believe that they are a gift.

Oh, no, this is bad.

This is because you keep taking

those ketchup packets from Wendy's.

What is going on?

There's a big white guy out
there with a bag of socks.

For you.

What did you do for those socks?

I did not do anything.

Excuse me, Auntie.

- Hi.
- Hello.

- Remember me?
- Yes.

Pee-Shy Bob.

What do you want?

Well, I promised you
the best-made socks in the world,

and I am a man who keeps his promises.

Thank you.

Go ahead, give that top band a workout.
You can't hurt it.

- Very nice.
- Basically indestructible.

Although I wouldn't wear
them around an open flame.

Okay.

So, uh, anyway, is today,
like, a day off for you?

Yes. Goodbye.

Hey, hey, hey, where are you going?

Back to sleep.

Who was that man?

A patient at the hospital.

But why does he bring you socks?

He likes the way I say "Bob."

Good night.

Bob was right.

These are very wonderful socks.

Here is your breakfast, Mum.

Ah. Thank you, Dele.

Can I ask you something?

Make it fast. I have to catch the bus.

I was invited to join the
track team at school.

Oh. That's nice.

Yes. The coach told me

that I am an exceptionally fast runner.

I see.

And will running fast
help you become a doctor?

No, but it would be fun.

Oh, you want fun?

Study hard, get good
grades, become a doctor

and take care of me when I'm old.

That will be fun.

- Good morning.
- Morning.

Good morning, Uncle.
Good morning, Auntie.

Good morning, Auntie and Uncle.

Uh-uh.

Aren't those my socks?

Yes. They are very comfortable.

Although I don't know why
they call them "flesh tone."

Thank you.

- I brought you a gift.
- Ah?

Oh!

It has latex on the top
so it doesn't droop.

Very fancy. Where did you get these?

One of my cardiac patients.

- Hmm.
- He brought it to my home.

Uh-uh, to your home?

Good. You're ready for another husband.

And one with a weak heart.

Even better.

I am not looking for a husband.

Let me be the judge of that.
What does he do?

He makes socks.

Oh, he sews like a woman?

No, it's his business.

Ah, so a businessman has come
to your house to court you.

There's no courtship.
He just brought me socks now.

From his business.

I like this man.

He's a white man.

Eh, a woman of your age cannot be picky.

Here's 50 bucks.

What for?

Sold you out for a hundred.

Glad you're still alive.

Hello?

Yes, this is she.

He did what?

No, that can't be right.

My son is a good boy.

He does not get in fights at school.

Are you sure there's not another

Dele Babatunde Adebambo?

Hmm.

Okay. I'll be right there.

- Cover for me.
- Go.

I don't understand.

My son does not make fights.

Well, apparently some unfortunate words

were said to him,
and he lost his temper.

I don't care who said what.
Her son assaulted my son.

Yes, I got that part.

Now, what was the unfortunate word

your son said to my son?

That's not important.
It's just trash talk.

Okay, I'll ask again.

What trash did her son say?

I'm just gonna write it down.

Ah.

"Jungle bitch."

Again, trash talk.

So, your son, who I assume
is the same color as you,

uses a racist word for my son.

How is this possible?

Still no excuse for him
throwing a chair at my Calvin.

Hey,

call me a jungle bitch

and see how fast I throw a chair at you.

Okay, okay, let's-let's all
just take a deep breath

and figure out how we can resolve this.

Oh, I'm breathing fine.

I'm breathing just fine. How about this?

You teach your son to speak with respect

towards my son,
who is a straight A student.

And there'll be no more fighting.

That's not good enough.
Her kid should be suspended.

Ah. And what grades does her Calvin get?

I don't see how that's important.

Well, one of these
two boys is going to be a doctor,

and I'll give you a clue.

It is not your Calvin.

I'm sorry, Mom.

You have three days suspension,

during which you will
do all your homework,

and clean the apartment
from top to bottom.

When you are finished,

we'll find more homework for you to do.

Yes, Mom.

And I think you should
join the track team.

- Really?
- Yes.

One day, you'll throw the
chair at the wrong person,

and need to run for your life.

Come on, Mr. Liebman, come back to us.

Everyone clear.

- Clear.
- Clear.

That's enough. I'm calling it.

Time of death, 5:47.

Look at him. A fountain of compassion.

They say he's on the spectrum,
but I think he's just a dick.

Hello? Is this Mrs. Liebman?

Mrs. Liebman, this is Abishola,
from Woodward Memorial Hospital.

I'm so very sorry to inform you that...

Hey, hey, whose legs need a hug?

What?

I was next door getting a
checkup for the old ticker,

I thought I'd swing by,
bring you some more socks.

Please wait.

Hello, Mrs. Liebman?
Are you still there?

These are the new fall colors.
Nobody else has them.

Shh!

Yes, yes, your-your husband passed away

at 5:47 this evening.

Yes. Come whenever you're able.

My condolences to you and your family.

What is wrong with you?

Guy died, huh?

Yes, a guy died.

I-I'm real sorry about that.

Why don't we, uh,
pick this up another time?

Good plan.

Wait.

Yeah?

Leave the socks.

Hi.

Oh, my God.

What, a guy can't take the bus?

- Do whatever you want.
- Come on.

You can't tell me you didn't
feel something special

when you sang to me in the toilet.

- You are a crazy man.
- I must be.

I'm getting on a bus,
I don't know where it's going.

Hey, uh...

Tell you what, here's a 20.

Next ten guys are on me. All right?

Thank you.

Ah, this is nice. Roomy.

I thought there'd be more weirdos.

You are the weirdo.

Guaiwu.

That's Mandarin for weirdo.

So, where you from?

Nigeria.

Wow.

That's a heck of a commute, huh?

Hello, Abishola.

Hello, Kemi.

Who is this?

Eh-heh.

So you're telling your friends
about me, huh?

Hey, she's wearing my socks.

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