All language subtitles for Made.For.Love.S01E04.720p.x264.AAC.eng

[funky music]

- Enter right here to win
an unreleased G-phone 5!

Unreleased G-phone 5?

You can win it
at today's lecture.

One ticket gets one entry,
but you must be present to win.

Okay. Yeah, here you go.

- Do these hold
a charge longer?

- Oh, yeah, they hold a charge
for 48 hours.

It's incredible.
- Whoa.

- Thank you.
- I'll take four tickets.

- Okay. And you can totally
dunk these in water,

and it still works.
It's amazing.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

- I'll take six tickets.
- Oh, wise man.

Wise man.
- Cool.

- Yeah. Thank you so much.

Hey, I hope you win that phone.
- Yeah, me too.

Thank you.
- Yeah.

- ♪ The blood inside me ♪

♪ Is a dark blue for sure ♪

[music stops]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- [hums]

[phone chiming]

Yeah?

- The 5 isn't even
developed yet.

I would know.

- Um...

Who is this?

- Clever scam.

Does it work often?

- Um, I don't--
this is like--

I do this
on an as-needed basis.

I--I have a very overdue
speeding ticket.

- Did you make enough?

- Yeah...
- Good.

You know,
my lecture is about this.

- About what?
- Every time I talk

to a group of young
inspiring entrepreneurs,

all they want to know
is what it takes to succeed.

- Be born rich.

Right?

I mean, for starters.
- No, no.

It's being able
to spot opportunity

and understand human desire.

That's what you did back there,

and what I'm doing now.
- Which one are you doing?

You're spotting an opportunity,

or you're understanding
human desire?

- Well, both.

I would like you to join me
for dinner tonight.

In Rome.

- What? Like...

Italy, Rome?

Um...

Yeah, I don't have a passport.

- You don't need one.

Not with me.

- [stammers]

I have exams tomorrow.

- Two hours of your time.
That's all I'm asking.

- Whoa, do you have, like,
a sonic jet or something?

- Location's in your phone.
My assistant will greet you

when you get there.
7:00 p.m. tonight, Hazel Green.

- Wait. Sorry, how did you know
that that was my name?

[dreamy string music]

♪ ♪

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- Hazel Green.

- Yeah?
- Lyle Herringbone.

I'm here to escort you
to Mr. Gogol.

- Oh, okay.

What is that?
- Alfredo's.

Mr. Gogol is waiting inside.
Right this way.

♪ ♪

- Is he gonna kill me
in there?

- He never does
his own killing.

It was just a joke.
I'm sorry.

You're gonna be fine.

♪ ♪

The door will open right there.

[door seal hisses]

- Hazel Green.
You made it.

[indistinct chatter,
music playing]

I have to say that...

that dress suits you.

You look absolutely radiant.

[romantic violin music]

♪ ♪

- Thanks.
- Please.

- This looks...

so real.

- Thank you.

You know I could, uh,

explain how it works,

who these people are and,

you know, why I built it.

Ask me anything.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

♪ ♪

- What's good here?

[both laugh]

[country music]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Yes, there's
no place like home ♪

♪ I'll tell you why ♪

♪ There's just something
about that familiar open sky ♪

- [sighs]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Can't believe ♪

♪ I've been gone so long ♪

♪ Now I'm home ♪

♪ Where I belong ♪

- Hazel.

Come and join us
for a few moments.

We want to discuss a few things
about your stay with us.

- Okay. What's up?

- Well, I took the liberty
of putting together

a rudimentary cost analysis.

- Seriously?
- I know it's been a while

since maybe you've seen a bill.
- No, no, no.

Why is she wearing Mom's robe?
- All right.

Stop trying
to change the subject.

Come on.
Look at the list.

Just like a--a ballpark figure

of what your rent should be.

- My rent?
- Mm-hmm.

- I don't have any money!
- Well, okay,

but if you're gonna stay here,

you gotta chip in.

- I don't have time
to get a job.

I mean, I got to get a divorce.

I have to find a neurosurgeon

so that I can get this chip
out of my brain.

Where are the keys?
- Sit down.

Sit. Sit!

Look, divorces
take a long time,

so you're gonna need cash
anyway, regardless.

You think the lawyers,
they're gonna work for free?

Brain surgeons, what,
they work for hugs?

- Fine. $200.

Is that good?
Does that work?

Will that get me
another month here?

- Yeah, well,
there's a couple other...

general issues.

- Oh, my God. Jesus.
- Namely,

I need you pay a little
more respect to Diane.

[eerie music]

It is what it is.

She's part of the family.

- Enlighten me
on how this works.

Do you take a bite
out of her food

and then pretend
that she ate it?

Oh!

Is it ruined if I do it?

[punchy music]

♪ ♪

- Add toast to the list.

- Noted.

I'll get you the money.

Hey, how much does Diane
pay in rent?

- Mr. Gogol, you, my friend,
are doing the right thing.

- Yeah.

She wants smells in the hub?

We build her a smell cube.
- Yeah.

- I'm very reasonable.
- Sir?

- She'll love this.
- Yes.

[sniffs]
Uh-uh.

No.

I mean, she's just
too upset right now

to appreciate it, but
the chip--the chip is working.

Look how much more
I know about her,

how much more I understand her.

Honestly, I think
this--this process

has really brought us
closer together than ever.

- Totally.
- No! No!

No, I said nothing edible!

- Many people enjoy
the smell of cinnamon,

even if they don't like
to eat it.

- [gagging]

- But we're gonna note that
as a no.

- It's climbing up my sinuses.

It's climbing up my sinuses.

[snorts]

- Maybe we should present Hazel
with some smell samples

since ultimately,
this cube is for her.

There's no sense in making you
smell more than you have to.

- What are you saying?
Make her part of the process?

That's good.

Oh, that's good.
What is this?

- Oh, that's glass.
- That's lovely.

- It's empty.
- Empty glass.

Put that on the list.

I like that.
- Yes, sir.

[light music]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Change my mind,
it's easy to do ♪

♪ But change my ways ♪

♪ Only works when I have to ♪

♪ All the times when
I do the opposite ♪

- Oh, hi.
There's a digital detox today

for the yoga class.
Yes, namaste.

Aw, thank you. Namaste.
Have a good class.

Hi, there's a digital detox for
the yoga class today, actually.

So I'll take your phone.
- Mm-mm.

- It's actually a requirement
of the class.

I'm so sorry, but namaste.

Just be present.
Deep breaths.

- Thank you.
- Okay. Thank you.

♪ ♪

- 10.

20 for the 8,

even though that is
cracked as hell.

20, 20.

45 for the Gogol X.

- Why so much
for the Gogol phone?

- They last forever.

- They don't, really.

That's a piece of shit
right there.

It's a piece of shit.

- Six bucks for this last one.
- Great.

- You got to be
fucking kidding me!

- Hi. Bangles, hi.

- "Bangles," seriously?
- Um, you know what?

I'm actually on my way out,
but it was so, um,

it was so good to see you.

- Yeah, no, you're
not going anywhere, okay?

We're gonna fucking catch up.

- [weakly] Okay.

- I was, like,
"No way my best friend,

"my fucking ride or die,
would screw me over like that.

She's my best friend.
She'll bring the dress back."

Oh, no. No, fucking way.
- Okay.

- This dress is
my entire grade.

- Okay, but okay--
B-Bangles, I won't even eat.

I'm gonna be
so careful with it.

Do you not trust me
or something?

- Who do I see
a couple weeks later?

You, in a fucking magazine.

With Byron?

- I wanted to call and explain,

but I--I didn't have a phone.

- Oh, Ms. Fucking Gogol
didn't have a phone.

Do you think
I'm fucking stupid?

- I actually
didn't have a phone--

- Shut up! Okay?
I'm just getting started.

Where am I at this point?

Not in school because
I failed my final,

moved in with Jalapeño Dick,

I got pregnant.

- You have a kid
with Jalapeño Dick?

- No. I got an abortion.

But to pay for the abortion,
I had to start dealing Molly!

And where do you think
that got me?

- He's from the Hub.
They're coming to get me.

- No. Not at all, Mrs. Gogol.

Byron is giving you space,
just as requested.

He sent me because
we have some questions,

and apparently you don't
find my presence threatening.

If I may?

I have some samples
for you to sniff.

Byron is building you
a smell cube.

[gate buzzes]
- No!

- Thank you!
Hi. I'm Bennett.

- I don't care
about a smell cube.

I am not coming back
to the Hub.

Do you understand me?
- Well, just in case you do,

even for a visit,
would you mind just sniffing?

- No.
- Three sniffs, say,

could get us started.
- Dude, she said, "No."

- I'll let Byron know
that now is not a great time.

- He already knows.

He can see all this,

and you know that he knows.
You're just--

you're just standing there
smiling and lying.

- Get out. Get out.

Get out of here!
Get your shit. Get out.

- I'll catch up with you later,
Mrs. Gogol.

[gate buzzes]

- Thank you.

- The Hazel I knew
would have told Smell Boy

to go fuck himself
six ways to Sunday.

What happened in there?

- It's a lot to explain.

[solemn music]

♪ ♪

- Wow.

I haven't been here in forever.

And it looks exactly the same.

- It's a little more depressing
than I remembered.

- Holy mother of God,
the sex doll!

Oh, wow. Wow. Wow. Wow. Wow.
- Oh, uh...

- Oh, it's all
clammy and stiff.

- Yeah, don't, um--
- I can't believe your dad

sticks his boner in this.
- Yeah.

- [whistling]

- Hey.
- Bangles.

I guess they let you
out of prison, huh?

Was hoping
I'd never see you again.

- Hey, Dad?

Uh, what do you think of that?

Took a little trip
to the pawn shop today.

- Oh, yeah?
- Oh, my God. Relax.

It's nothing of yours.

- What'd you do?

- You really want to know?
- Yeah.

The acorn doesn't
fall far, right?

- It's apple.

- I'm gonna make dinner.

Bangles can't stay.
I only got three pork chops.

- But...

Oh. Oh, okay.

- She's not coming back
to the Hub.

I'm killing myself...
[glass shatters]

Making her a smell cube,

and she's not
coming back to the Hub!

- She's acting out,
but she'll return.

- You're right.
I mean,

no way she's going back

to that pathetic life
I saved her from.

- Exactly.
- Right.

- She just needs to feel
that it's all on her own terms.

I see that Zelda's not here
for her midday swim.

- Zelda's pool privileges
have been revoked.

I'm gonna eat her.

- Well, then I need
to extricate all the data--

- Speaking of traitors.
Bruce!

Bruce!

- Yes, sir?
- Find Herringbone.

If he's not dead,
send him to pasture.

- Copy.

- I am so sorry.

I tried to get her
to smell things,

but she was with
this really scary woman.

- Mimicry, mimicry.
That's it. That's it.

That should be our approach.

Appeal to her on her own terms.
I--

- Oh, my God.
See, I'm already drunk.

- No way. Off one beer?

- I need to drink beer.

- I could help you.

We--we can practice.
See, you know, hanging out,

the way people do
where she's from.

- That's great.
That's great.

- Yeah.

♪ ♪

Back in a jiffy!

♪ ♪

- Privacy mode.
[notification chimes]

Herringbone, it's me.

If you're out there and alive,

we need a new plan.

[device chimes]

Show me the tanks.

♪ ♪

Zelda, where did he put you?

- Wow, it is really wild

hanging out like this again.
- Yeah.

I know.
It is...

really wild.

Hey, I just have to say
that I'm really sorry,

for not getting the dress
back to you that night,

and for screwing you over, and,

you know...

- Look, let's be honest.

I would have done
the same thing to you, so...

I'm--I'm just--
I'm happy to see you.

- I'm really happy
to see you too.

I really--I really am.

Because, you know, I haven't
hung out with a friend

in 10 years.

I don't have any friends.

I mean, it sounds weird when
you say it out loud, but...

[jazzy music]

- Ooh!

Don't spill it.
- Oh, razzleberries!

It just keeps flowing.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Cheers.
- Cheers.

- I like that.
- Ah, that is good.

- Yeah, I like it.

- You know what?
- What?

- Hazel is really
gonna appreciate this.

- [scoffs]

- I think sometimes,

she just gets
a little homesick.

- What do you mean?

- Well, one time she asked me
for donut holes,

which I'm guessing
she used to eat.

- What are donut holes?

- Bite-sized donuts.
Just the circle part,

so no hole.
- What circle part?

- So if the--if the hole
wasn't a hole,

and it was full--
just that part, but small.

- And you gave it to her?
- No. Of course not.

- Well, you should have,
Bennett.

When she comes back,

you should give it to her

if she asks for it again!

- I'm sorry.
I feel so--

I feel so bad right now.

Do you think
that's why she left?

- A little bit.

- So I have to ask.

This chip?
- Yeah?

- He can literally
see everything

that I'm, like,
doing right now?

- He can see everything.

He can hear everything.

- That is so messed up.
- Yeah, I know.

- Hey. Hey.
- He sees it.

- Hey! In there!

You little sick fuck!

Are you looking for a show?

- Oh, wow!

Take it in.
Take it in.

You really want
to make him cringe?

- Mm-hmm.
- You know what you should do?

You gotta moon him.

- Oh, girl. Yeah, girl.
- Moon him!

He hates butts!

That's a full moon.
- Yeah, it's a lot.

Probably a lot wider
than you remember, huh?

[laughs]
- Put your butt away, Bangles.

- I'm not showing him
the cheeks.

I'm just showing him the hole.

- Don't engage, huh?

That's not how you deal
with narcissists.

- You know what?
- What?

- [whispering] Byron can be
our meal ticket out of here

if we work together.
I have an idea.

- Bangles.
- Huh?

- He! Can! Hear! You!

- Oh, shit.
Yeah, right.

- Oh, my God.

- [gasps]
Oh, my--

[stammers, grunts]

- What are they saying?
What are they saying?

What is this?
- [gasps]

Let me get the interpreter pad!

- You know the language?

- Yeah. I learned it
when you were in sixth grade.

I heard everything Bangles
was saying over the years.

Why do you think
I want you out of my house?

Zee-scram-zo.

[tense music]

- Thanks for coming.
I didn't know what to do.

- I made a decision.

If she doesn't come back
in 48 hours,

I'm gonna merge.

- Byron, you can't.

- [chuckles]

How's your dessert?
- It's so good.

Do you want some?

- I want

to know what you want.

- What do you mean?

- Like, if you could snap
your fingers right now

and get anything you want,

what would that be?

- I don't know.
A million dollars?

- Easy. Snap your fingers.

There should be
a million dollars

in your bank account right now.

Go ahead.
Check your phone.

[dreamy music]

♪ ♪

- [gasps, giggles]

- [chuckles]

That's not real.
- It is.

What else do you want?

Let's go somewhere.
Where do you want to go?

- I want to go
to the Eiffel Tower.

- Snap your fingers.

♪ ♪

- Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!
- Somewhere else?

- Uh, yeah, I want to--
[stammers]

Yeah, I want to go to--
[stammers]

Antarctica!
- Snap your fingers.

- [gasps]
Oh, my God!

Penguins! Oh!

Oh, my God!
- Where else?

Where else do you want to go?
- Um, I want to go--

I want to go to Egypt!
- Snap.

- [gasps]
Oh, my God!

[both laugh]

Oh, can I do one more?
- Of course. Where?

- Um, I want to go to--
I want to go to France.

- You already said France.
- Southern France!

- Okay. Snap.

[laughs]
- Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

This is so cool!

Oh, my gosh.

Wow.

- You know where I want to go?
- Where?

- Back to our date.

[both laugh]

I knew the moment I saw you

that we were similar creatures.

You're not...

where you're supposed to be.

- Where am I supposed to be?

- Somewhere where you can have

whatever you want,

go wherever you want to go.

With me.

At the Hub.

- Are you asking me
to work for you?

- [laughs]

You're funny.

I'm asking you to marry me.

[light piano music]

♪ ♪

- You don't know me.

- You were born April 17th.

You have no siblings.
Your mom died when you were 11.

You've changed your major
six times this past year.

♪ ♪

- But I don't know you.

- Isn't that the exciting part?

♪ ♪

You're thinking
about saying yes.

I can tell.

- Well, I do hate this town.

[both laugh]

And I hate my life.

- I know you do.

That's because the things

that most people
feel satisfied about,

it just bores you.

It's disappointing.

- Yeah.
- And you've never

had anyone take care of you.

- How did you know about that?

- Because that's me too.

That's why I built my own world

with all the best stuff in it.

Let me...

Let me show you.

Let me give that to you.

♪ ♪

- Okay, yes.
- Yeah?

- Yeah.
- Let's leave now.

- Um, well,
I got to get my stuff,

and I should call my dad--
- Hazel, if you want

to start a new life with me,
we need to go now.

Okay?

- Okay, yeah.
Yeah, I understand.

- Yes?
- Yeah.

- Let's get married.

- Yeah.

[melancholic music]

♪ ♪

- Byron, we can't.

We can only hold a merge
for 11 seconds.

She was chipped first.
She'll die.

- But she won't die.

She'll live here.

[eerie pop music]

♪ ♪