All language subtitles for Overthinking with Kat s01e05_English

Ahh!

Peaceful, quiet crossword.

I get to learn
about new things

and protect my brain against dementia.

Two birds, one puzzle.

Should've walked louder.

Now I have to terrify her.

- Afternoon.
- Oh, my God!

Oh, three across is
"American dream."

- Ten letter word for sham?
- Yeah.

That's definitely wrong.

Just try it.
I bet you'll be surprised.

I'll just pretend to write it.

Hey, where are the scissors?

Um, third drawer
to the left.

Oh, I'll just-- Here.

- What is that?
- Garlic pills.

I think I have some sort
of bacterial infection
or something.

I feel like my nervous system
is going crazy,

like I have bunch of tiny
little bugs in my hair.

Like lice?

Oh, shit. I was trying on
the twins' top hat
collection recently.

I definitely have lice.

She just realized
she has lice.

Don't want June
to think I have lice.

Gonna throw her
off the trail.

What's lice?

What a beautiful mind.

[ music playing ]

Is that my computer?

Uh, yeah.

I donated mine
to the homeless.

Spilled juice on it.

Okay. Well, cheerio.

If you must know, I'm stream
of consciousness writing.

It's the only thing
that calms me down

whenever I'm in
scary-sweaty panic mode.

Don't take the bait.

Okay.
Well, have a nice day.

- Want me to read you some?
- Yes.

- No.
- "Mother is coming to town.

Scratch, scratch,
judgment, fire.

Lucinda, Lucinda,

dumb witch with a pen.

Mothering Eggshell?

More like mothering whore!"

Wait. Mothering Eggshell?
Like the book series?

Ugh, yeah.

Your mother is author

and behavioral theorist
Lucinda Renoir Souza?

Yeah. Have you read
her dumb books?

Oh! Read them?
I gobbled them.

They shaped my idea
of what a family is!

They taught me
how to mother myself.

Wait. Why do you have
to mother yourself?

[ baby voice ]
Was it because your mom was
too busy to play with you?

You've just stepped in a trap I've permanently set.

Yeah, I guess,
she was too busy.

Too busy being dead.

What? Uh...

I'll use this walking time
to figure out what to say.

There, there.
Nailed it.

And now I have trapped myself.

- Why didn't you tell me?
- Because I don't like
to talk about it.

- How did she die?
- I don't like
to talk about it.

Do you not like to talk
about it because you had
something to do with it?

- What? No!
- There, there.

Okay, no more. Pivot it back.

Okay, if your mother
is Lucinda, that means--

Oh, my God!
You're Eggshell!

- No!
- Yes!

You're Eggshell!

Yes, I am the difficult,
angry Eggshell,

born of Lucinda, subject of 12
"Walking on Eggshell" books.

It's my greatest source
of shame and wanting
to kick stuff.

And your sister,
Poor Good Rachel!

She was so sickly,
so fragile.

- What was wrong
with her again?
- Nothing.

She just bruised easily.

- Oh.
- She didn't deserve an award.

But she's won a ton
of awards, right?

She's a successful doctor
or scientist?

Yes. Those are facts, yes.

But you have a whole
series based on you.

I mean, you're famous.
It's the coolest!

It is not the coolest!
It's the worstest!

Whenever she comes,
she just judges

and pokes at me
until I explode,

and then she writes
a book about it.

Oh, I can't wait to read it.

Not this time, baby.

I'm gonna keep
my anger in check

and show my mom
how great my life is.

- First step...
- Treat your lice.

...go back to the Lower Roscoe
Theatre Company.

Nice! Wait. Why?

Well, being in a company
requires diplomacy
and fellowship,

two of which the old Eggshell
really struggled with.

Yeah, you did!
Like in book 11, chapter 2,

where you threw that cowbell

at that girl's head
at farm camp

because she was chosen
to sing "Amazing Grace"
instead of you--

Shut up, shut up,
shut up, shut up!

It's not funny.

[ music playing ]

- Barry! Hi.
- Oh!

- Oh, hi, Kat.
- Listen, spending time away

from you guys
has been invigorating.

Happy to hear it.

And it's made me realize

how important it is
for me to be here...

for all of us.

Kat, I'm glad you've
enjoyed the time apart.

We have, too.
It's really boosted morale.

- Yeah.
- And because of that,
I think it's best for us

to continue our artistic
journeys separately.

Yeah. Or, wait, um,

maybe I can be part
of the ensemble from afar?

Like an adjunct
consulting actor?

That's not a thing.

Well, maybe I could direct
a few plays.

I've got great ideas.

Setting them in
a Blockbuster or Syria--

Being a director isn't
a consolation prize, Kat.

I was a recipient
of the Begley
Directing Fellowship...

Gotta turn this around.

I'll just let my words surprise me.

- I've also dedicated my--
- [ laughing ]

I don't wanna be part
of this company.

I was just kidding.
This is all a trick.

So--

Oh. Okay.

I'm-- I'm done here.

- Uh, enough.
- Get a car!

[ music playing ]

Look at me, wearing a scarf

like a fancy 21st century female.

- Oh, hey, June.
- It's Tiff!

- And Bobby.
- And Bobby.

So, corporate's coming
this week.

Ugh. Sucks, right?

- Not really.
- No. Yeah, they're not bad.

They're doing their semi-annual
review of our team,

so we're going around asking
people to dress nicer.

Totes.

Oh, wait.
Is this not okay?

Because it actually
took me, like, a long time
to pick it out.

I ordered several scarves
because, um, you said,

"A woman with a scarf
is a woman indeed!"

I never said that.

Or something like that.

Uh, it really struck me.

I, um, pinned it
on my vision board.

Well, your whole outfit
is kind of, um,

Depression era home ec?

I'm not gonna get promoted
for running a tight ship

if you don't step
your game up tomorrow.

Tiff, seriously,

I would rather die
than let you down.

Okay!

I need a new look.

[ music playing ]

Okay, so I'm not
in the theatre company,
and that's fine.

I'll just lie and say I am.

Problem solved.

Breathing is like
a cold shower.

It clears my head,
cools my anger.

Stupid [ bleep ] Barry!

I hope you get mushed
by a truck.

Oh, no.

Fury sweat.

Can't look angry
when Mom gets here.

Does cucumber absorb anger?

Or is it puffiness?

I'll just rub some on my face
and eat some, too.

Everything's fine.

She can't write a book
and humiliate me once again,

if everything's fine.

- [ doorbell rings ]
- [ grunts ]

Hi!

[ sighs ]

- Hi.
- Katherine!

Everything's fine!

So, Katherine,
how is the theatre?

It's great. Great.

Working well with everyone.
Making a salary.

Donating most of it.

You're sweating.
You seem upset.

Oh, God.
She knows all my tells.

Play it cool, baby.

Oh, I'm-- I'm not upset.

I'm actually feeling a lot
of emotional neutrality lately,

probably because of all
the breathing.

Please.
You wear your emotions
on your sleeves.

Those messy, little sleeves.

Oh. Have you been eating
ranch dressing again?

No!

Every day.

And why are you
scratching your head?

Have you been playing
with street animals again?

No.

Every day.

Always the same
habit patterns.

It has begun. Sorry, June.

This is for my own good.

June's mother died
and she refuses
to talk about it.

Really?

[ clears throat ]

Here she is.
Your hero in the flesh.

Say something
nice and normal.

Easy does it.

You're my flesh hero!

- Pardon?
- Regroup!

Uh, nothing.

So, do you enjoy
the weather?

Do you like...
the light?

You have a beautiful body.

No! Get off her body.

I mean I wish my body
was as compact as yours.

Do you yoga or swim or--

- Stop.
- [ exhales ]

You're incredibly nervous
and strange.

I know. I'm sorry.

I'm sure Kat told you,

I am a huge fan
of your Eggshell books.

She didn't. Thank you.
That's sweet.

Seriously,
they taught me so much

about different
mothering techniques
and family structure.

I mean, I read them
like a bajillion times.

They're
my "Lord of the Rings."

Fascinating.

Because you didn't
have a mother,

reading books
about the family unit

read as high fantasy.

Oh, my God.

Yeah, yeah. They--
they really helped me.

- Hmm.
- Well, look at this.

She's not even
looking at me.

Perfecto!

But I can see

that you are still struggling
with self-confidence.

The way you're touching
your scarf screams,

"Is this me? Am I me?"

Yeah! Yeah!

I don't know who me is,
and it's a problem.

I should really use June
more often.

Say more things.

More things equals
more hand touches.

Like today at work,

um, corporate is
observing us for the week,

and we were told to dress up.

So, you know,
I tried my best,
but still got reamed

for looking too
Depression era home ec.

That's a confusing critique.

[ gasps ]
Double hands!

June. I'm touched
that my books meant
so much to you.

I can't bring
your mother back,

but I can...
take you shopping.

You are my mother now.

Mother gaze
successfully deflected.

June:
Lucinda!

- [ gasps ]
- I feel like a hot
Attorney General.

- It's such a beautiful cut.
- And so soft.

I feel like I'm wearing
a rat's underbelly.

- What?
- Nothing.

It's very handsome,
but I think we can do better.

You think
I can pull this off?

A better question is
can this pull off you?

[ shrieks ]

Does it fit?

I don't need
a scoliosis bra.

Not according to that massive
curve in your spine.

Okay, well,
why does June get to try on
all the pretty things?

'Cause June has a job
and a confidence deficit,

just like your sister Rachel.

Rachel needed kid gloves,
whereas you need thick
glass-cutting gloves.

Okay, well, I have that, too.
I'm very insecure.
I have really thick hair.

- So, it's--
- Kat, you sound angry.

June:
Lucinda, could you
come here a moment?

Don't like this dynamic.

Making me wanna kick.

- [ gasps ]
- [ shrieks ]

Oh, June, you look stunning.

It's the perfect dress.

- Oh, come. Come see.
- Oh!

Kat, come take a look
at your sister!

I mean, roommate!

It is the perfect complement

to your perfect
waist to hip ratio.

I love it!
I'm gonna get it!

- No.
- Oh.

Do you wanna buy it for me--

Don't you understand, June?

You don't need
the power dress.

The outfit is inside you.

But the scoliosis bra
can't be inside me?

Oh.

But I should still
get this, right?

No. Your outside clothes
don't need to reflect
your inside clothes.

You can pull off anything
with this confidence.

So I could wear that
homemade dinosaur sweater

I've always wanted to wear,
but I've been too scared to?

Exactly.
Wear what makes you happy.

- I will then!
- Yes.

My very own Lucinda
motivational speech.

- Dreams do come true.
- Oh, yeah, breathe.

Can't get angry.
Angry equals book.

Book equals photo shoot.

Photo shoot equals
egg costume.

Egg costume equals angry.

Circles! Patterns!

June:
The outfit's inside me.

How obvious. How true.

Oh, Lucinda,
your love is feeding me

like the breast milk
I was denied.

Kat:
You're gonna get it
good, June.

This will teach you to--

What am punishing her for?

Hmm.
Don't wanna reflect on it.

- [ frog croaks ]
- Aah! Oh, my God!

What? Oh, my God!

[ laughs ]

You're scared!

I love it.

Thank you.

It's not a gift!

It was supposed
to make your life hell,

but the plan backfired
because you're a freak!

Wait. Didn't you throw a frog
in Poor Good Rachel's bed?

Uh-oh.

- No.
- Yes, you did!

In "Book 3: The Terror Years."

Your mom and Rachel
went to the ballet
together without you,

and you were mad
even though you were invited.

You said you didn't wanna go
because ballet was
"bragging on your toes."

Stop remembering my life,
you idiot.

Oh, my God.

I'm poor good Rachel.

Damn it. That checks out.

Stop it! You're so not!

Yes! Yes!

Your mom is treating me
like I have brittle bones,

and you like you're
made of angry steel.

That's the dumbest thing
I ever heard.

I've got your number,
little egg.

Better watch your step.

I've read the books.
I know your ways.

Oh, try to stay cool,
you know?

Wouldn't want you to burst
a blood vessel in your eye

like you do
in Books 5 through 9.

[ croaking ]

[ music playing ]

I am visualizing
my inside outfit.

Nobody can see
my outside outfit.

I'm wearing a power dress.

A beautiful power dress.

- Hey, y'all!
- Oh, my God.

- It's working!
- What's that?

- It's not working?
- June, what are you wearing?

I asked you to step it up.
Is this a homemade shirt?

Homemade clothes are
for the weekend, June.

Oh, no. Can they not see
my inside outfit power dress?

Uh, I guess I just wanted
to... make a big splash?

You know, I read in Forbes

that often the wrong choice
is the right choice

if you... believe?

I think you should go home
and change.

And maybe take
the whole day off.

Corporate shouldn't see this.
Nobody should.

You know I appreciate dinos,
June, but not like this.

Am I so embarrassed
that I'm actually...

not embarrassed?

Oh, no. There it is.

Yup. Definitely wanna die.

Did Lucinda give me
bad advice?

No. You can't publish books
and be incorrect about things.

That's a contradiction
too great for this world.

Lucinda:
Oh, June!

Half day at work?

Um, no.
My boss sent me home early.

I guess I didn't pick
a nice enough inside outfit.

I was afraid of that.

Hmm.

Your mother's death left
a giant hole inside of you.

It doesn't matter
how beautiful
your inside outfit is,

if you're filled with holes,
that's all people will see.

Yeah.

So, should
I buy the dress or--

No! You don't fill
grief holes with clothes.

You fill them with...

Raisins? Handmade dolls?

Little rat kisses?

- ...love.
- Oh, right.

Well, that's just--

Something we can fix.

You're so in need of love.

Okay.

I'd like to try some
skin-to-skin time.

Something you were
denied as a baby.

Wait, my mom was alive
when I was a baby.

Okay, now we're going
to breathe for five,

hug for five,
and then breathe for five.

Ugh, this level
of intimacy is unendurable,

like sex with the lights on

or butterfly kisses
with my principal.

Oh, now she's getting skin-to-skin contact?

This is the last straw!

This is insulting.

[ sighs ] Must get out.

We're gonna do this every day
until the hole closes.

No! I don't wanna fill my dead mom hole.

It's my most favorite hole!

Where's my sister Egg?

Enjoying my mother?

I bet you love being
complimented

and treated like an invalid.

No! I mean,
you'd think yes,

but the emotional intimacy
is untenable!

I can't be her
Poor Good Rachel.

And you can't
have her writing another
book about you.

It would be my undoing.

Your mother's teachings
sound much better

than they are in practice.

- Well, thank you.
- So, let's make a plan.

Already made one.

If my mom sees
that I don't ever get angry

under high pressure
situations,

then she'll fly far,
far away.

Great idea.
Okay, so let's sit down

- and figure out maybe--
- No. Shh, shh.

Let's just say,
I hope you enjoy the show.

[ music playing ]

- Both: Hey, Kat.
- Oh, look, it's my friends
the twins.

Just wanted
to come and revel.

In our triumph
and your defeat.

What are you guys
talking about?

Oh, also, this is my mom.

- We don't care
who your mom is!
- Nice to meet you.

Just wanted
to let you know

that even though
you had the best audition--

Tessa:
Much better than ours.

Everyone agrees,
you're incredible.

We got the leads
in "Out of Africa."

- Oh, man.
- They're making it
into a play?

That's one of my most
favorite movies.

Yeah, that's why I wanted you
to see me play the lead.

If your audition was so good,
why didn't you get the role?

- Politics!
- Corruption!

Aren't you so mad?

No, actually, I feel very
in control of my emotions.

Even though it's a musical
and you love musicals?

Even though.
Brave, brave me.

Um, well, thanks for
stopping by--

You didn't get it because

your voice isn't as good
as you think it is.

What'd you say?

Yeah, and it's weird
you always say
you're a soprano,

'cause your head voice
is kind of thin and weak.

- Oh, no.
- That's not true.

- You're definitely an alto.
- Take it back.

- I am not an alto!
- Kat, don't listen

to these jealous, filthy,
identical liars!

- Hey!
- It's true!

I am a soaring soprano!

- Aah!
- Go, go, go!

Katherine!

You nearly threw a flower pot
at those street children.

I can't say I'm surprised.

These are your patterns.
They're as much a part of you

as your heavy breasts
or your baby teeth.

I'm so sorry
that you had to see that.

But you should know,

even though patterns
can't be broken,

holes can be filled.

Let's do some skin-on-skin.

Leave June's hole alone.

Fill mine instead!

I'm sorry that
I'm not a perfect egg
like Rachel and June.

I'm sorry
that I throw cowbells!

I'm sorry that
I'm not the perfect me

that you want me to be!

Katherine, you're exactly
who I want you to be.

You're Eggshell,

a person so interesting
and complicated,

I created an entire
series around you.

You have given me a career
and yourself an inheritance.

You like me like this?

I love you like this.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have to go pack.

Ooh, so you're leaving?

That was easy. And fast.

No, no, no.
I'm leaving because
I'm sick of being here.

Your bathroom is disgusting.

I'll be at the Sheraton
down the block

working on
the next Eggshell book.

Mother...

you're welcome.

Never change, Katherine.

- June?
- Mm-hmm?

You've got a lot of work
to do on yourself.

I guess
the old adage is true.

Never meet your heroes.

They might be Kat's mom.

Ah, sweet relief.
Now I can be myself,

a labyrinth of nuance
and messy hot emotions.

Eww. You're spilling.

Who cares?
With my new Eggshell money,

I can buy you a new floor.

I can buy you new clothes.

I can buy you therapy
for your holes.

- That's gross.
- I can buy you the moon

- if you want the moon.
- Hmm.

Can you please use
the lice treatment I got you?

They're just gonna
keep laying eggs.

Maybe I will, maybe I won't.

I am an interesting,

complicated individual
after all.

No. This is bullshit.

Your mom's parenting
technique is bullshit.

You don't get to never change
just because you're the star

of a book series
about an angry egg.

[ baby voice ]
I'm the mother now.

[ panting ]

- Be better!
- I'm scared!

What are you gonna do
to be a real adult person?

- Stop getting lice!
- Yes! And?

Apply for Barry's fancy
director program!

Good! Yes!
And what am I gonna do?

Also apply for Barry's
fancy director program!

No! I'm gonna buy
that power dress!

Well, how am I supposed
to know that?

[ music playing ]

The outfit is outside of me.

The outfit is outside of me.

June! Oh, my God.

That outfit looks
amazing on you!

Thanks.

My dead mom didn't
help me pick it out.

Great.

Still a win.