All language subtitles for First.Wives.Club S02E06_English

- ♪ Telling everybody
all night that I like you ♪

[upbeat music]

♪ And I really hope
you don't mind ♪

♪ I can't fight it ♪

♪ Oh you know
why can't I hide it? ♪

♪ Cause I am so excited
that I finally decided ♪

- It's perfect right?

- More than perfect.

And just a few
more tiny alterations

and this dress will reveal just
enough cleavage to be tasteful.

- Okay. I'm not sure
if cleavage

is ever tasteful at a wedding.

- Jealousy is such
a ugly thing.

- You know what's
gonna be ugly?

Your credit card statement.

Hazel, do you really need
such an expensive dress?

all: Yes.

- You know what?

I am starting to dislike you
less and less, Jango.

- I'll take that.

Hazel is fine, but my goodness,
you look amazing.

Right, Bree?

- Absolutely.
You look stunning.

- Thank you.
Now where's Ari?

- Oh, she should be joining us
on Zoom any second now,

but I'm here as her proxy
to try on whatever you need.

I'm here for you.

- And I'll go get
the seamstress.

Oh, make sure to drink
the champagne.

I checked the label.
It's the good stuff.

- Okay.

- Oh, how lucky am I?
I'm getting married.

I have a big showcase
tomorrow night,

which neither of you bitches
have bothered to RSVP.

- Shit, that's tomorrow?

Maxine's twins are having
a birthday party,

and I gotta babysit the adults.
- Mm.

- Yeah and I'm bummed
I can't go either.

- Yeah, I know you got your
little surgery or whatever.

[chuckles]
- [chuckles]

- Why does everyone keep
calling it a little surgery?

I swear to God.

Gary's cousin Pam
is our new nanny,

and she's always making fun
of me and my little surgeries.

- How's it going?
- It's not going well.

- Oh, okay.
- But I thought it'd be good.

I mean, Gary's getting a chance
to write

and you're getting
some peace.

Isn't that what you wanted?
[phone chimes]

- I mean, I don't know
if I'd put it like

that's what I wanted but--

- Ari just sent a text.

"Won't make it.
Dealing with a David thing."

- Oh, that can't be good.

- Look, you need
to have this for Ari.

- Oh.
- Cause she need it.

- Well to me.
I'm getting married!

- Yeah!
- Yes, cheers to you!

You're getting married.
Again.

[punchy music]

♪ ♪

- Hey, babe.
You're up early.

- We need to talk.
I sent you something.

Check your email.

- Uh, what am I looking at?
- You tell me.

- Okay.

Uh, that's me.
That's Vanessa.

That's an overpriced
Caesar salad.

What's this about?

- I got tagged in that photo
last night,

even though I'm not in it,
but Vanessa is.

And so are you wearing the tie
I bought you for your birthday.

The same one you wore the night
you stood me up

a few weeks ago,
and I know you, David,

you don't wear the same shit
twice in a month.

- Wait, what am I
on trial for exactly?

- You said
you missed your flight,

but it looks like you're having
a nice dinner to me.

- No, that was lunch, Ari.

I told you.

I got stuck because of
that car accident, remember?

- Even if it was just lunch,
I still don't like it.

One-on-one meals,
inside jokes,

Vanessa coming back
to your apartment.

- All right,
where is this coming from?

You don't usually do
the whole jealous wife thing

- Oh, this is not
about jealousy, David.

This is about
inappropriate behavior.

And if you can't see that,
if this flatters your ego,

then I don't--I don't know
what to tell you.

- Okay, babe, listen.

we're both
a little overheated.

Can I call you back later?

- You know what, David,
you're a grown-ass man.

You do you.

- ♪ Make your actions
match your words ♪

♪ One day ♪

- Hey, Senator,
you're doing good work.

- ♪ I need you
to pick a side ♪

- Appreciate you.

- ♪ You better
pick a side, yeah ♪

♪ Pick a side,
you better pick a side, yeah ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ ♪

♪ One line, two sides,
you choose ♪

- Pam, we are so glad
to have you helping out

while we look
for permanent nanny,

but I cannot eat another bite.
- Come on.

I can't have my baby cousin
writing on an empty stomach.

And especially not in that
dreary shed you got out there.

- Wait dreary--listen,

that shed is nicer than
most people's living rooms.

And did you
know that Langston Hughes

also wrote in this shit?

Now, I'm not trying
to compare myself

but both of our names,
they have G's in them.

Oh, and A's.
I'm just saying.

- Good morning.
I know I look crazy.

- Not crazy, sloppy.
Like you gave up.

- I think you look good.
- Thanks, babe.

I did just spend 10 hours
in the OR last night,

so I can look like Chewbacca
if I want.

- Okay.

- And I have to make
my surgery report

before my late night shift
today,

and I can't seem
to find it anywhere.

Pam, you were cleaning earlier.

- No, I was decluttering.
There's a difference.

See I was trying to create
more space for you to work.

- Oh, thank you.

That is so thoughtful,
but I have a system,

and it feels
like you disrupted it.

- Well, you know Bree,
I was just trying to do

something nice for you.
That's all.

Cause clearly you and Gary

have been living
a little messy,

so obviously you need me.
- Thank you.

- Obviously we need you.
That's so true.

[laughs]
Thank you so much.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Ooh.

I love
the red sparkles for you.

- Oh, it's perfect.

Oh, Regina,
don't you think it's perfect?

- It's perfect.
It's just sparkly and red.

Red represents the root chakra.

You just don't
wanna mess with that.

- So sound check will be
three hours before doors open.

Hair and makeup will be
in your dressing room.

Do you still want
those fresh orchids in both?

Because silk ones
would save us money

for the Diptyque
all-natural candles

you also requested.

- Fresh.

And I hope you have someone

who knows their way
around a curling iron.

I don't just let anybody
up in my hair.

- We can tell.
- Girl, you know I got you.

Just imagine soft, loose curls

framing her face.

It'll go perfect
with the red dress.

- I told you it's too flashy.

- Flashy is what we need
to impress F.A.I.

- If I had it my way,

I'd have you onstage
in a potato sack.

- Great, so we can kiss
the red dress goodbye.

- Hold on, sometimes you gotta
spend money to make money.

Okay, trust me, Regina.
We'll take that.

Keep this one for me.
Brilliant.

[punchy music]

♪ ♪

- So stupid again.
[chuckles]

- I see you're making yourself
feel at home.

- Mm-hmm, mm.

- Girl, and this Riesling
is everything.

- Did you get that
from the back of the cupboard?

- Yep, good thing I found it
before the kids did.

- That was a gift
from my surgery team

because I performed
this damn near impossible

neurosurgery
on the brachial plexus.

- Oh, good, so it was free,
so you don't mind.

You wanna get a glass?
You want some?

- No,
that's so generous of you.

Very tempting.
I have patients later.

You know, do you think
it's a little early

for wine o'clock?
- Please.

This is a little midday treat

like they have
on "Married to the Game."

And you should really
have a glass

because you do not deal
with stress well.

- Uh-huh.
- [gasps]

What?
Do not step to that ho.

You do not wanna do that.

- Okay.
You know what?

Um, I need to do some work
before I go into the hospital,

so do you mind
just keeping it down?

- Okay.
I'ma keep it down.

- Thank you.
- I won't disturb you.

- [sighs]
Okay.

Drinking my wine.
My expensive wine.

- [gasps]
Oh, no, you didn't.

No, you didn't.

You know she gonna
stab you in the back.

Uh-uh.
That ol' nasty thots

- Pam, I just need
a little quiet.

- Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Sorry.

Oh, snap!
- Oh, God.

- Oh!
- What happened?

- Why is she taking him back?
- You know what?

I don't know what's happening.
I don't care what's happening.

I gotta go work anywhere
but here is what I gotta do.

- Oh, my God.
What did you say?

You made me miss what she said.

I can't--where--

how do you rewind on this?
Where's the rewind?

♪ ♪

- Gary, Gary.
- Yes, what?

- Gary, we need
to talk about Pam.

- Oh, isn't she great?

Baby, thanks to her I have had,
like, a super successful day,

so maybe--maybe
instead of a nanny,

we just need a family member

that doesn't have
a life of their own.

- No, no, absolutely not.

We said that Pam
was a temporary solution.

- Of course,
but in the current temporary,

I think it's going
pretty well, yeah?

- For you.
It's going well for you.

She's not drinking up
your very expensive gifted wine

and yelling at the TV like
it's supposed to answer her.

It's crazy.

- Do I even wanna know
what that means?

- No, actually you shouldn't.

You're, um,
working really hard.

Can I just read
something though?

- No, no, no, no, no.
Come on.

It's cause it's not a lot
of space in here for both of us

and I'm just
getting started, so...

- Baby.
- What?

- I'm so proud of you.
- Thank you.

- Just wanna see
what you're working on.

I'm not gonna judge you.
- All right, this one time.

Okay?
- Okay, 'kay, 'kay, 'kay.

- Keep in mind,
it's just a rough draft, okay?

- You know I like it rough.
- No, you don't.

- That's true.
I don't.

- I was in the zone, baby.

In the--just...
[imitates keyboard clacking]

- Okay, well, it's good.
- Thank you.

- It's also
just four sentences.

- Four very
well-written sentences.

- Yeah, no, they're good.
- Yeah.

- But at this rate,
it's gonna be like what?

27 years before
you finish a book.

- Just give me this.
- What?

I knew you wouldn't get it...
- No, no, no.

- Because you don't understand
the creative process.

I got work to do.
Thank you.

Thanks for coming to visit me.
I have work to do.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- A bounce house
and a trampoline.

This is such a liability.
- Let the kids have fun.

- Someone's gonna get hurt.
- So what?

They'll fall, and they'll
bounce back up again.

That's the point.

- You know what?
You're right.

Let 'em bounce.

- Thank you.
Was that so hard?

I'm gonna go check on the cake.
Baker's running late.

- Mm-hmm.

- Look at you.

Taking deep breaths,
using your inside voice,

no name calling.

I love to see you finally doing
the conflict resolutions

I suggested.

- Well I realised

the more we argue,
the more I have to see him,

so maybe it's best
if I just play it cool.

- Does that mean
you're not calling him

a dusty nigga anymore?

- Not to his face.

Instead, I created
a fake IG profile.

This way I can write
nasty comments under his posts.

A little
anonymous online cruelty.

- I'm glad to see
you're keeping it classy.

- Well that dick
doesn't deserve shit,

but I promised you
that I would behave.

- Well, thank you.

- I'm gonna go check
on the cake.

- Your girls are so cute.
- Thank you.

♪ ♪

Brian, did you get ahold
of the bakery?

- Yes, but I had someone else
pick it up.

- Okay.

- I heard it was
someone's birthday.

- Shit.
- Hey.

- I know this dusty negro
did not invite

his used mattress pad up
into my house around my kids.

- Maxine, breathe.
I will handle this.

- Okay.
Hey, brother man.

She needs to get out
of my house now

because this is not
what we agreed to.

- No, this is not
what you agreed to.

I'm not some child
you can just order around.

I say she stays,
so she stays.

- Oh, you say she stays.
Okay, okay, all right.

You know what?
This is gonna be fun.

[punchy music]

- Maxine, two words.
Time and place.

- Right, the time is now

and the place is here
for an ass whooping.

- You really wanna give
an ass whooping

at your kid's birthday party?

You are better
than this Maxine.

Remember what you promised me?

- Promises are for suckers.

You should've got
that shit in writing.

Move out the way.

Hey, brother, this is just
like you to pull some shit

like this behind my back.

How dare you bring your skank
into my house?

- I have a right
to a private life.

Crystal is a part of that.

- Can I please just have
a drama-free birthday party

with my children?

You know, some quality time
with them as their mother?

- Oh, please, I remember
when I used to beg you

to make time for our kids.

Like the year you skipped
their birthday

to attend a tech conference.

- That conference
was how I launched my company,

the company that is keeping
your child whore

with an unlimited supply
of Capri Sun.

- For the record,
I prefer SunnyD.

- That would be the part
that you would object to.

And what are you wearing?

Who wears a half-crop crop top

to a children's birthday party,
you slut?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Whoa, wait, wait, time out.

Time out.
Time out.

We need to focus
on what's important here,

which is the kids.

Is this really the memory

you want them to have
of this day?

- Yeah, Maxine,
think of the children.

For once,
try to be a good mother.

[screams]
- Oh!

- This is assault.
Baby, call the police.

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

No calling the police.
- Just perfect, Max.

Thank you.

This is exactly what I need
to get full custody.

- Jacob, I need you
to call me back now

because we have a situation.

[punchy music]

♪ ♪

- Oh.
[chuckles]

It is perfect in here.

Oh, tonight
is gonna be so special.

[sighs]
Where's Regina?

- I don't know.
Curtis went to go get her.

- Oh, I'm sure
she's driving him crazy.

[chuckles]
Curtis!

- Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Hm, uh...

- What's happening?

Where's Regina?
- I don't know.

She was here,
and now she's not.

She won't pick up her phone.

It's more than likely
that she's a no show, Hazel.

♪ ♪

- Regina!

- Regina!
- Regina?

- What the hell, Regina?

- [sighs]
I don't feel so good.

Sore throat.

- I vouched for you
to a lot of people

who are coming
to hear you tonight.

Do you understand that?

- Listen, Haze...

I don't think I can do this.

What if they say no?

- I wouldn't have done all this
if I didn't believe in you.

They're gonna hear one note,
and they're gonna fall in love

with you all over again.
I can see it.

- But what version of me?
I'm not you, Hazel.

You can rock
a red sequined dress.

- I know.
- But I can't.

It's not me.

Lord knows I really want
this opportunity

but I want it as myself.

I'm sorry, Hazel.

- Nah.

[soft dramatic music]

I'm sorry.

If anybody knows

what it's like
to have people dictate

who you are as an artist,
it's me.

- Yeah, I know you can relate.

♪ ♪

- Okay,
so how about this?

The first song is
the Walker Lamont recording...

And the second...
is your choosing.

- [chuckles]

Are you sure?
- No.

But I'm trying
to compromise here, so--

- Thank you, Hazel.

- Also, it may not be tonight,

but you are wearing
that red dress.

- I spent way too much money.
- Girl, you are a mess.

- Hi, this is Ari.
Please leave a message.

[voicemail beeps]

- Hey, it's me again.

It's starting to feel like
you're dodging my calls.

So please call me back.

- Okay, blackened salmon
with sautéed spinach.

Told them to hold the rice.

I know you're trying
to watch your figure.

You know, seventh sexiest
politician in the world.

- Is that real?
In the world?

- Yep.
- Well, who is number one?

- Barack, duh.
- Ah.

- Followed by AOC and Trudeau.
but, hey, you beat Ossoff.

- Well, thank God for that.

[both chuckle]

Man, all this press is so nuts.

- I know.
And it's still coming.

Oh, "Essence" wants to do
a girl dad piece.

They want to know
if you had a writer in mind,

someone you know personally?

- Oh, you know,
I'll--I'll think on it.

- All right.
Sounds good.

We'll circle back
on that later.

Oh, and one more thing.

They want you to speak
at a men's retreat

called Brother to Brother.

They're covering all costs,
an additional fee,

and you can bring a plus one.

Can I confirm
your participation?

- Sure.
Yeah, let's do it.

- Awesome, oh, I'm so excited.
Everything's going so well.

- Yeah, so well.

[punchy music]

♪ ♪

[tender piano music]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Oh ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Hey, yeah ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Swept me off my feet ♪

♪ Only to drop me, babe ♪

♪ You just let me
keep falling ♪

♪ It didn't stop me, baby ♪

♪ So blinded by love ♪

♪ I was tripping ♪

♪ Could never hit the mark ♪

♪ We kept missing ♪

♪ Took my breath away ♪

♪ and suffocate me ♪

♪ So I can't breathe ♪

♪ Don't make promises
that you can't keep ♪

♪ Put back the pieces
you broke ♪

♪ Give back the time
that you stole ♪

♪ You said
you'd never let go ♪

♪ Can't ever feel
like you owe me ♪

♪ You know that you owe me ♪

♪ You know
that you owe me ♪

♪ Took away the old me ♪

♪ You owe me,
you owe me ♪

♪ My days, you owe me that ♪

♪ Lost nights,
you owe me that ♪

♪ I know
I'll never get 'em back ♪

♪ But some day,
you'll pay what you owe ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Putting back
the pieces myself ♪

♪ ♪

♪ You can leave,
don't need nothing else ♪

♪ You're gonna pay ♪

♪ What you owe ♪

♪ You know that you owe me ♪

♪ You know
that you owe me ♪

♪ Took away the old me ♪

♪ You owe me,
you owe me ♪

♪ My days, you owe me that ♪

♪ Lost nights,
you owe me that ♪

♪ I know I'll never
get 'em back ♪

♪ But some day ♪

♪ You'll pay what you owe ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Someday you'll pay ♪

♪ What you owe ♪

[cheers and applause]

[cheers and applause continue]

[upbeat music]

- ♪ Thought of you ♪

♪ Used to bring
my stomach butterflies ♪

- And then I said,
"truth be told."

[laughter]

Thank you for suggesting
this though.

- My pleasure.

- You know, Gary's
at a school board meeting,

and this is so much better
than going home

and seeing his cousin just
drinking up all my good wine

without even asking me,
and she yells

at the TV like it's
supposed to answer her.

- Really?
- Yes.

- It's not that bad.
Is it?

- It's worse.
Yes.

- Can I get the gentleman

and his lovely wife
another round?

- Oh, I am not the lovely wife.

- Oh, the gentleman's divorced.

- My apologies.

The gentleman
and his lovely ex-wife.

- [chuckles]
- Okay.

I am not the lovely ex-wife.

- No, my ex-wife is in Malta
spending my retirement savings.

- Ooh!

- No, we--we're fine on drinks.

- Wow,
retirement savings, Malta.

I'm so sorry to hear that.

- Oh, it's fine.
At least we didn't have kids.

I can't imagine
bringing up children

in an unhappy marriage.

- Ouch.
That hits home.

- Why do you say that?

- Well when Gary and I
were separated last year,

it was just--
it was really rough on us,

and I didn't even realise
how rough it would be

on the kids, you know?

And I just worry
about their therapy bills

when they're older.

- Yeah.
Real talk.

It happens.
Listen.

I think all parents traumatise
their kids on some level.

We're imperfect beings.
It's hard not to.

- That weirdly made me
feel better.

- No, it's--it's true.
Not your kids.

Your kids are gonna be fine.
You're a rock star mum.

- Aw, thank you so much.

- I mean it.

- [chuckles]

[soft pop music]

- We should get the cheque.
- Yeah.

Oh, I got the cheque.
It's on me.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah, of course.

Get outta here, Dr. Washington.

- Okay.
- Yes.

- Cool.
- Cheers.

- Hey.
Mmm.

- ♪ You're making noise
with yourself ♪

♪ ♪

- Mmm.

Wow.
You liked the wine.

- Better not start that rumour.

[laughter]

- ♪ You're taking my mind ♪

♪ And putting it down ♪

♪ When I can fight
this feeling ♪

- You set us up.

- Wow.

Not even a hello first.
Just jumping straight in.

- Well, hellos
are for friends, associates,

not pretty boys like you.

- Nice.

You know, for the record,
I explicitly told my client

that he was not allowed
to bring Crystal.

Regardless, that doesn't
excuse your client

for the birthday cake assault.

- It's cake, Jacob.
The bitch is fine.

- [chuckles]
Fair enough.

But even if there
are no physical damages,

the emotional distress alone
warrants pressing charges.

- That's a joke, right?
I hope so.

'Cause if you even think
about pressing charges,

then we're going after
full custody of the kids,

which shouldn't be hard
when Brian is parading

his barely legal mistress,

violating
their parental agreement.

- Technically, Crystal
did not attend the party.

She was merely
dropping off the cake.

- Okay, you wanna have a real
fucking meeting right now,

or you gonna keep talking
this nonsense in my face?

- Can I get you guys anything?
- Yes.

I'll have another bourbon

and whatever she's having,
that's on me.

- I'll have the same thing.

Double it up 'cause that's
the kind of day I'm having,

and he's paying for it.

- Is that right?
- Mm-hmm, you said it.

- I did say it.
- Okay.

Look, Jacob, negative press

equals lower stock value
to this company,

and we both know
what that means.

Am I right?

- You know, I truly admire
how skilled you are

at speaking a language
I actually understand.

How it all affects me.
- Okay

Yeah, well, us lawyers gotta
look out for each other, right?

- How can I look out for you
like you looked out for me?

- [chuckles]

I, um, have some things in mind

but they're
really bad, bad ideas.

- There's no such thing
as a bad idea.

- ♪ Hey ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Can I get
to know you, babe? ♪

♪ Show you things
that seem strange ♪

♪ ♪

♪ But you're still 19 ♪

♪ Keep it on the down low ♪

♪ Keep,
keep it on the down low ♪

- Ooh.

♪ ♪

- ♪ Keep it on the down low ♪

- ♪ Low, low, low, low ♪

- ♪ Keep it on the down low ♪

♪ Down low,
keep it on the down low ♪

- ♪ Low, low, low, low, low ♪

[phone ringing]

- Oh, she answered.
Where were you?

I left voicemails,
text messages.

I thought we were checking in
once we cooled off.

- Yeah, the thing is, David,
I'm not cooled off

because you're lying about
that night you stood me up.

- Are you serious?
This again?

- David.
- Come on.

I have a lot on my plate, Ari.
What difference does it make?

- David, enough.
Just tell me the truth.

- Okay.

Yeah, I was with Vanessa,
but I promise nothing happened.

And--and the picture
is from lunch.

Her shitty college boyfriend
broke up with her,

so I took her out to cheer up.

Later that night, I was on
my way home, and she called me,

and she was a mess at a bar
way too drunk

saying some dark things
about hurting herself,

so I turned around
and brought her

back to her apartment.

- And after that?

- I left her with her roommates
and went home.

Alone, Ari.

- Well, if that's all it was,

why didn't you tell me
that the first time?

- I don't know.
I didn't wanna embarrass her.

- Oh, but you wanna let me
feel crazy?

- No, I kept thinking

it would go away,
but you know what?

Now that it's out in the open,
maybe we can move past it.

- Move past it?
You already lied once.

How can I believe
that's the whole story?

- Because it is.
I swear it was one bad night.

- Oh, and this is another.

[phone beeps]

[punchy music]

♪ ♪

[upbeat pop music]

- ♪ Keep me satisfied ♪

- Hey, Warren.

- Hey.
- What did I tell you?

[chuckles]

Is Regina
not everything I promised?

- Great energy,

but we already have a singer
in her age group.

- [chuckles]

- You.

- Oh, okay.
So now you have two.

You know we're not
all the same, right?

- Hazel, I don't think
you get it.

- I do get it.

You're going to pit
two Black women

against each other.

Meanwhile, there are
50 white artists

named Chris

regurgitating music that I made
over 20 years ago.

- Hazel, it's a no.
It's a hard no.

Maybe reconsider Zuukie.
- What?

- I'll be in touch.

- [chuckles]

- So did F.A.I like the show?

- No.

- Oh.
[sighs]

- They loved it.
[chuckles nervously]

- Oh, really?
- Yeah.

[laughter]

- ♪ Won't you satisfy me? ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Satisfy ♪

- ♪ Hell yeah ♪
- ♪ Number one, yeah ♪

♪ I'm still number one ♪
- ♪ Hell yeah ♪

- ♪ Number one,
always be number one ♪

- ♪ Oh ♪

♪ Took you
for mine of the major ♪

- ♪ Oh ♪

- ♪ You won't admit it ♪

♪ You're the fruits
of my labor ♪

- ♪ Hell yeah ♪
- ♪ Number one, yeah ♪

♪ I'm still number one ♪
- ♪ Hell yeah ♪

- ♪ Number one,
always be number one ♪

- ♪ Oh ♪

♪ Don't forget it,
yeah, I'm still number one ♪

- ♪ Hell yeah ♪

- [snaps]
- Whoo!

[animal bleats]