All language subtitles for Divorce.S02E08.WEBRip.x264-ION10

I'm Frances Everdell.

It's Skip,
nice to meet you.

You too. And-- And-- Bye.

We should officially
do business.

I buy the houses
and you design and renovate.

And we turn a tidy profit.

Hate to say,
but I do like it.

You loaned me money,
which I appreciate,

but we're not actually partners.

That prick from the auction,
he's here.

Can I take you out
for dinner some time?

I would feel impolite accepting
when I'm here

with someone else.

It's too soon
for me to be getting involved.

Yeah, I think
my exact words were,

you were a walking disaster.
And my instincts were right.

Skip Zakarian wants to rep me.

This means that
we won't be working together.

You weren't even finishing
your paintings when I met you.

Thanks for everything,
I'm done here.

- Hi!
- Hey.

Did you study
for your math final?

- Yes, I did.
- Oh, you're so good.

Yeah, he got out
the old abacus

and kicked some butt.

Mom, wait till you hear
about summer.

What about--
what about summer?

- Um...
- Thank you.

You know, we, uh...
maybe hoping to...

take the kids to Italy.

- Yeah.

With your permission,
of course.

She's got
an old college roommate

that made
a shitload of money
selling hair extensions

and bought a villa--
in Italy.

And even
has a
big fucking moat.

And she's offered it
to us for free,

um, you know, for June.

And July.

For June and

- Yeah.
- Well, I don't want
to be without the kids

for all of June and July.

I mean,
summer's the only time
I have with them

when they're not just...

cranky all the time
from too little sleep.

- You know.
- Yeah, but they've never
been to Europe.

Well, I'm well aware
of that.

As you know,
it has been my dream

to take them,
and as you also well know,

we haven't been able
to afford that.

I'm sorry, but it's a no.

And you should've told me
before you spoke to them

because now--
shit, now I'm in this,
like, lousy position.

Once again,
I'm the dream killer.

Well, if the scarpe fits.

- That's "shoe" in Italian.
- Yes, it's-- yes, I know.

- We were studying
last night, but, yeah.
Already?

No worries.
You know, we'll-- okay.

- Ciao, which is
"good-bye" and "hello."
- Yeah, ciao, as in Italian.

- I know.
- Yeah.

So, ciao.

What the fuck?

Ugh, this is bullshit!

I wish it were.

Where's the part
about you finding her

and us
launching her career, huh?

- Oh, nowhere.

Nowhere. I am
officially scrubbed

from her entire history.

I never
trusted that Sylvia,
but Skip?

I went to St. Barts
with Skip.

He was, like, my pal.

Well, your pal is taking

every ounce of credit
for Sylvia.

Yeah, and all
our future profits.

I'm like training wheels.

I get them started,
I give them a little shove,

and then they ride off

on their
brand-new two-wheelers

into the sunset without me.

Oh, and get this--
Robert and Jackie

want to take the kids
to Europe this summer.

- That's great.
- No, it's not great,
Diane, it's not.

I don't want to spend
the whole summer alone
without them.

Oh, my God, please.

If I had kids, all I'd want

was a long break from them.

Well, then
it's probably good

you never had them.

Yeah. You know
what, Frances?

Maybe Sylvia and Robert
were like training wheels
for you, you know?

It's like when
I was working

at the glove counter
at Saks

and living
in that tiny studio
in the East 50s.

I just loved my life.

And then I met Nick

and my life got
even bigger and better!

So you just
don't know, Frances.

You don't know
what the future holds.

Apparently, it holds
a lot of blank walls.

I'm just gonna be glad
to get these Sylvias
out of here

and to their new owners.

Who's that?

Oh, some kid
up the road did it.

I didn't have the heart
to tell him

that it looked like
one of those elephants

holding a paintbrush
made it.

- Diane.

You know what?
I like it.

It's bright, it's happy,
I don't love it.

Can't hurt me.
I'm borrowing it.

Please, thank God.

Motherfucker!

- Man: Certainly.

Frances. It's good
to see you.

Really? Is it
good to see me?

'Cause I have some things
to say to you, asshole.

Well, okay, you're--
you're coming in hot.

Maybe poaching Sylvia
was some sort of pathetic
dick swing payback

for my declining
your dinner invitation.

- It wasn't.
- Okay, well, regardless,

it was a full-on
shady thing to do.

So, I'm gonna--
gonna give you

a little background--
a little history, okay?

When I met Sylvia,
she was in a total
artistic coma.

I worked with her
and I sure as hell
didn't do it

so that you could show up
in your fancy car service
one night and steal her.

I mean,
is that what you do?

Pretty much, yes.

- Wow, how-- how
do you sleep at night?
- Look, I don't have the eye

or, frankly, the energy
to do what you do.

I wish I did.

But once an artist
is on my radar,

I can sell
the shit out of them.

I know what people want,

I know how much money
these people have,

and I know where
they've parked their yachts.

So, the way I see it,
you can go on

having people like me
steal your artists

or we could discuss
working together.

Are you serious?

You fuck me over
and then you expect me

to go into business
with you?

- Oh, that's rich.
- Hey, you can stay
in your sleepy little hamlet

and watch people leave you
or you can move forward.

That's my two cents.

Unbelievable.

Oh, and, uh, here.

You can keep your two cents
and your pricey trinket.

I'm not for sale.

Call me
if you want to talk.

Jesus.

Woman:
So, all profits
on future investments

are split 50-50.

- Yep.
- All righty, if you both sign

at the bottom,
your real estate partnership
is finalized.

Check that out.
What a signature.

You should've seen it
in high school.

It actually included
a smiley face.

- Aw.

- Well, congratulations...
- That's sweet.

...you are now
a corporation.

And if I could just say,

- you two are adorable.
- Oh.

- You're pretty cute
yourself, Michelle.
- Michelle: Well, thank you.

And you work well together.

These agreements
are difficult,

believe you me.

Basically, it's like
doing a prenup,

but you guys just
breezed on through.

- Oh, thank you.

Shit.

Come on.

Oh, my--

Oh! Oh, my God.

Holy shit.

Thanks for coming.

I didn't know
who else to call.

Plumbers.

- This is their profession.

Just throwing it out there.

Of course.
Yeah, no, it's better
to call a plumber,

but I panicked,
'cause that was, like,
shooting at me sideways.

Oh, and by the way,
we have no water pressure
in the upstairs shower

and that was
like a fire hose.

If that's a veiled attempt
to get me to fix

the showerhead,
no way, José.

Oh, no, no,
just this one job, sir.

'Cause you know this house
better than anyone.

This house and I
have been through
many emotional highs

and lows together.

Hey, so, what,
your-- your fella

not available
to come help?

He's not my fella.

- And we're done.
Copy that.

Seemed like
a nice guy, though.

Except for, you know,
those weird sweater-vests.

He did not
wear sweater-vests.

In his soul,
he was wearing
a sweater-vest.

- No.
- Oh, reminds me.

I have something for you.

Here you go.

$75,000?

Finally started
to make some money
on these flip houses.

And I just wanted
to pay you back.

'Cause, you know,
you supported me--

well, the family--
for so long.

Really long time.

You trying to buy me
off so you can take

the kids this summer?

Jesus. Just say thanks

and invest in a new pipe.

Thank you.

Really... thank you.

And congratulations on...

you know, the houses,
on everything.

Thanks. It feels good.

It's really weird,
I never imagined

when we first
bought this place...

you know,
that we wouldn't be...

- Yeah.
- Huh, it's weird.

I thought
I would drop dead
in this house.

- Do you ever wonder,

like... what if we met
each other now?

You mean if New Frances
met New Robert?

Yeah. Yeah.

- I think we'd have
a lot of laughs.
- Yeah.

Mostly at the expense
of-- of Old Frances.

- Hi, I'm Frances.

- Swifty.

New Robert
gets to call himself
whatever he wants.

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

- I'm so sorry. Oh.
- I can't do it again.

- No, of course not. It--
- I'm with Jackie.

No, I-- I know that.
I know that.

I'm sorry.

Diane:
I don't know, Frances,
that whole Skip idea

sounds kind of tempting.

- We could team up with him

and make a killing,
come on!

I don't want
to make a killing!

I want to enjoy what I do.

You know,
I used to enjoy art.

This whole Sylvia business
has just--

has left a very bad taste
in my mouth.

All right,
forget about business
and we can have some fun.

Hey, you're coming
to our Memorial Day barbecue
this Sunday, right?

- Yeah, I'll be there.
- Yay!

Oh, and Nick invited
Robert and Jackie.

- Yeah, absolutely.

No, we're good, so, yeah,
there's no worries there--

Whoa wait.
This reminds me. Um... here.

I want you to have this.

A check made out to you?

Well, no, I mean,
Robert made it out to me,

and I endorsed it to you.

See? It's to pay you back.

- For the gallery loan.
- Oh!

I mean, I can't think
of no better recipient
than you.

You've done
so much for me, Diane.

- So thank you.
- You don't have
to do this, Frances.

No, I-- I want to do it.
I'm proud to do it.

Oh, I see.
So this is how it ends.

Wait, what?

Now that
the dreadful Pelts
is gone,

you just don't have
any more use for me.

No, Diane,
please don't make this

something that it isn't,
all right?

I-- I have been
telling you for so long

that I'm gonna pay
you back

and I feel like
you just chose

to not hear me.

I'm giving you money.
It's a good thing.

Yeah, for you, I guess.

- Oh, come on. Diane!
- No.

You wanted to do
the gallery alone,
now I want to be alone.

- Yeah.

Don't try and stop me.

- Okay.
- You can Uber home!

I-- there's no service.

Oh, come on. Diane!

Good.

You know what would be fun
to do in Italy?

Buy leather.

Yes!

Get married.

Wait, what?

You know,
that butterscotch candy
lawyer was right.

I mean,
we did the hard work.

And-- and we work together.

Really well.

I know it's really fast...

but my marriage lasted
a long time and look where
that ended up.

I mean,
life's short, Jackie.

I don't remember
what that quote was

from that inspirational,
cheesy poster,

but... I want
my future to start.

Today.

You're asking me
to marry you.

Will you marry me?

- Fuck yeah!
- Fuck yeah.

Oh!

- Say it again!
- Man: Fuck Frances.

- Say it again!
- Fuck Frances!

I was the best
goddamn partner
she ever had.

I knew her peccadilloes,
her needs,

and let me
tell you something, Dwayne,

this lady is not
a walk in the park.

- Fuck her!
- Thank you, Dwayne.

And I wanna tell
you something--

I really like you.

You're a good person.

May I buy you a new cap?

- Okay.
- Okay.

But first,
we need another round.

- Okay.
- Barkeep, can I have
two more 7 and 7s?

Ma'am, you've had enough.

- Ooh.

Ma'am!

Fuck you!

You can't kick me out
because I'm choosing to go!

Bullshit. Fuck you,
I'm out of here.

- Fuck you!

Fuck you.
Fuck you. Fuck you!

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

♪ Your love ♪

- ♪ Belongs
under a rock... ♪
- Oh!

Hey, it's--

Oh, Diane, come on.

- Oh, hi.
- Hi.

Huh. What was that about?

I paid her back
for the gallery loan,

and you'd think
I killed her mother.

Oh. Well,
she loathes her mother.

She'd probably
welcome that.

- Well--
- Tequila, extra lime.

You're the best.

- Ted, this is Frances.
- Hi.

Oh, yes,
the tennis partner.

- We finally meet.
- You don't have a drink.

- Yes, I do.

- Here, I insist.
- Oh.

That's very nice of you.

You're a real gentleman.
Thank you very much.

I'll be right back
with more reinforcements.

Well, well, well.

- Kissing partners.
- I know, he's a child.

He's adorable,
he's delightful.

Who cares how old he is?

You deserve
to have some fun.

I'm happy for you
and for him.

You know who else
is happy for him?

- His ex-wife,
who still lives with him.

- They're besties.

Really. How can people
in their 30s

have more
complicated lives than us?

I'm gonna--
I'm gonna skedaddle
to the corn dogs.

Oh, okay, all right.

I'll talk to--

I think Frances
just ran away from us.

Yeah, she was a sprinter
in college.

Hey, uh,
have you told her yet?

What, about you and me?

No, about
my fucking quiche recipe.

Robbie!

Yes, I was planning on
telling her later.

I just thought that,
you know,

once we had partaken
in punch

and fellowship
and, uh-- and fireworks.

You have
to tell her today, okay?

You owe that to her.

And we can't tell the kids
until you tell her.

Oh, Jesus,
it's a house of cards.

Have you told anyone?

Like, a friend?

I told my mother
and I booked the camel

I'm riding in on.

One of those things is a lie.

Hello, my friends,
welcome, welcome.

God bless
our fallen troops

and don't miss
the sangria bar.

What news do you bring
from the outside world?

- Jackie and I
are getting married, Nick.
- Oh, fuck!

- Nick: No kidding!
- Ah!

That's fantastic.

Oh, my God,
that's amazing news!

We so love it
when our young people
get married.

You know, Diane and I
have been married

nearly 11 years now

and, her murder attempt
aside, I just--

I couldn't recommend
the institution more.

Oh, that's great news.

- Great.
- Thank you.

- Um, well,

but we actually were hoping

we could just keep this
all between us.

- Mmm.
- Robert: Haven't really spoke

to the masses just yet,

which mainly and namely
involves Frances.

Your secret's safe with me.

Norman, how's the knee,
you cocksucker?

You wanted me
to tell somebody.

You have to go tell her.
Right now!

- Fuck.

Diane:
Michael, I noticed that
many of the people outside

aren't eating food,
so make sure to pass
the food sticks around

to the outside people,
'cause I want them
to get eaten.

Thank you, Michael.

Diane, can-- can we talk
about this, please?

Mm, I have
some real friends
to entertain, so excuse me.

Oh, my God,
this is ridiculous.

I am mortified and I really
don't want to rehash it

any more than
I already have in my head.

You're with Jackie.
I get it.

Fuck.

Hello, hello,
hello, hello!

What a great day.
Start of summer.

Full of so much possibility.

Like the daffodils
and Jesus,

I, too, have been reborn...

- ...these last few months

spending time
with lovely Diane

here in our magical home.

Oh, I feel the same.

- Nick: And as many
of you know,

I am prone
to the passive-aggressive
speech.

- Diane: Yes.
- But this one is just
aggressive-aggressive.

I love this woman!
To Diane!

All:
Diane!

- And I'm three sangrias in,

so, uh, forgive me
my trespasses,

but, uh, I can't keep it
to myself.

I have some very
exciting news to share.

- Fuck.

Norman is fully healed
from the ACL surgery.

He's gonna be back
out there on the links

stealing our money
by June 1st. Norman!

Robert:
Frances, we need to talk.

Robert, I can-- I could really
use some space right now.

- Seriously.
- No, I understand that,

but it would behoove us

if you would just
open the door

so we could talk.

- Diane! There's a line!
- The jig is up.

- The police are here.

- They're here for me!
- I highly doubt that.

Robert:
Oh, shit.

Listen, Frances,
that night we fought,

I may have gotten
totally drunk,

I may have
sideswiped some cars.

There were clearly cameras,
they clearly fingered me.

Jesus, well,
did you hurt anyone?

- I don't recall.
- Oh, my God.

I was so sad, Frances.

My only friend that night
was the bottle.

I mean
that's a little dramatic.

I'm-- I'm your friend,
Diane.

I promise you,
I am still your friend,

and if you want to give
that check back to me,

that is completely okay.

I just don't want it

to screw up
our relationship.

I can't because
I may have accidentally

flushed it down the toilet

of some dive bar
in Peekskill.

- Okay, then.
- But I accept your apology.

Well, thanks.

I really need
a friend, Frances.

I need you to help me
turn myself in to the po-po.

All right.
Okay, let's go.

I told you to stop
having parties.

Robert:
He's my bro, man.

- I deserve to know
what he's done.
- Ow, ow!

Excuse me,
officers, officers.

Excuse me, you have
the wrong person.

It was I who committed
the crime

and-- and I shall
make it right.

- It was me.

You embezzled $12 million

from your clients?

Nick:
This is not the worst party
we've ever had.

Diane! Diane,
I love you, Diane.

Oh, my God.
Oh, Nick.

Jackie and I
are getting married.

He was lying
the whole time.

He wasn't in retirement,
he was in hiding!

Ugh, I'm Ruth Madoff.

I'm gonna be penniless
and scorned

and have to go live
with my sister in Boca.

Sweetie,
you aren't penniless.

You have a $2 million Pelts

and $75,000 in a toilet
somewhere in Peekskill.

Robert is engaged?
What the fuck is that?

- No.

No, I did not.

Are you okay?

Honestly, uh...
I don't know.

I mean, of course,
one of us was

gonna move on, but engaged?

This fast?
I mean, I--

I still have
old pants of his
in the attic.

Oh, my God.
Do you think
she's pregnant?

I mean, she's definitely

young enough to have a baby.

Anyone can.

Please, there are
65-year-old grandmothers
having babies now.

Well, that would at least
explain it.

My God, how do I keep
missing these things? Aah.

I'm like the poster child
for being blindsided.

Sylvia, Robert, it's...

Thought
you might need this.

- Thank you.
- You're a doll.

That little Ted
is adorable.

He's mine.

And his ex-wife's.

That's true.

- Robert: Hi.
- Hey.

Closing at 11:00.
Strong work ethic.

I'm driving Diane
into the city to see Nick.

- In jail.
- Oh.

Did

About what he was doing?

No. No, I was completely
in the dark.

A lot of bombshells lately.

Hey, look, Frances.

About that.

Yesterday-- it's not
how I meant to tell you.

It's-- it's not how
I wanted you to find out
about Jackie and I.

Wouldn't be
my preferred choice, either.

I panicked.

It's as simple as that.

I'm not proud of it.

Is she...
you know, is she pregnant?

Oh, God, no.

No.

You happy?

I am.

I can't be late
for visiting hours.

You sure you're okay
to go in alone?

Yes, of course.

Go enjoy
your nonincarcerated day.

I'll meet you
back here at 3:00.

- Okay.
- 3:00.

- Man: Keep moving.

Could we move
this along, ma'am?

You'll get it all back
on the other side
of the screening.

Says you.

Woman:
Hurry up.

Diane, you look so lovely.

- You look so orange.
- Darling, I'm sorry.

I never meant to drag you
into all of this.

I got carried away
and I will pay the price.

Are we poor now?

Define poor.

I mean,
I know I have the Pelts,

but it would break my heart
to have to sell it.

But what else?
Are-- are there
accounts somewhere?

Like, somewhere top secret?

Maybe just use hand signals
so no one can hear

- what we're talking about.
- Diane, they're going

to seize the Pelts.

- Well, it was my money
that bought it.

Or more accurately,
the Zucker family

trust's money, but still.

How could you
do this to me?

To us? I never
needed the money.

- I fucking loved you!
- Diane, pick up the phone.

- Fuck you!
- Diane, pick up--
pick up the phone.

- Fuck you!
- Diane, don't do that now.

- Fuck you!
- Not in front of the guys!

- Fuck you, fuck you!
- Diane, calm--

- Fuck you!
- Come with me, ma'am.

I'm not a ma'am!

Wait for me, Diane!

Is that yours?

Yeah, that one's
actually my favorite.

It's mine, too.

Um, I have a gallery

if-- if you ever
want to chat.

- Cool.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

- Well, good luck.
- Thanks. Enjoy the rest
of the show.

Robert:
This is Robert.

Leave your message
at the tone.

Oh, hey, it's me.

Um, s-- so, yeah,
so take the kids to Italy.

Um, but please show them
more than gelato shops.

Show them...
show them Caravaggio
and Titian

and the Duomo
in Florence, okay?

Um, yeah.

And congratulations
to you and Jackie.

Okay, bye.

Woman:
Hello.

Hi. Can I help you
with anything?

Yes, are you hiring?

Bye.

Mmm!

- Have fun.
- Okay.

Okay?

- Bye.
- Bye.

♪ Wash away my troubles ♪

♪ Wash away my pain ♪

♪ With the rain
in Shambala ♪

♪ Wash away my sorrow ♪

♪ Wash away my shame ♪

♪ With the rain
in Shambala ♪

♪ Ah, ooh, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Ah, ooh, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ How does
your light shine ♪

♪ In the halls
of Shambala? ♪

♪ Tell me,
how does your light shine ♪

♪ In the halls
of Shambala? ♪

♪ Tell me,
how does your light shine ♪

♪ In the halls
of Shambala? ♪

♪ Ah, ooh, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Ah, ooh, yeah ♪

♪ On the road to Shambala ♪

♪ Ah, ooh, yeah ♪

♪ Shambala, la ♪

♪ Ah, ooh, yeah ♪

♪ On the road to Shambala ♪

♪ Ah, ooh, yeah ♪

♪ On the road
to Shambala. ♪