All language subtitles for Atypical.S02E07.1080p.NF.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.x264-MZABI-eng

Hi, it's Sam, Sam Gardner.

It's Monday at four o'clock,
our scheduled appointment time.

I didn't know what to do,
so I decided to call.

Now it's 4:01.

Today, if we had a session,

I would tell you
that I'm very confused about Paige

because of what happened in the igloo.

Then you'd tell me what to do.

Anyway, Paige gave me a hand- job,

but now she won't even hold hands with me.

A hand-job is when a girl...

Hi, it's Sam, Sam Gardner?

I had a plain turkey sandwich today
that had very stale bread,

and I had nothing to wash it down with.
It was an aggravating lunch.

Also, I got hit by a car.

It was slow moving, so I'm fine. Okay.

Hi, Julia, it's Roald Amundsen.

That's correct.

The Roald Amundsen,

who led the first successful expedition
to the South Pole.

Obviously, buddy.

That's...

Sorry, it's not Roald Amundsen.
It's Sam Gardner, your former client?

- No kidding.
- I'm practicing lying.

Did you know colleges frown
on application essays about boobs?

Even very nice ones. Okay.

I'll see you next week. Okay?

Hi, it's Sam Gardner, AKA Sam.

I had my first sleepover the other night
in the Dragon's Lair.

That's what Zahid calls his bedroom.

And later I was apprehended
by the police on the street.

They thought I was using drugs.

Okay.

Sam.

Knowing your strengths
is key to surviving.

A minnow is tiny and good at hiding.

But if a minnow thought it was huge
and tried to face off against, say...

a beluga whale, that would be the end
of that minnow.

Hi, Paige.

Hello, sir.

Can I interest you in a baked good?
I'm raising money for the senior gift.

I'm in purgatory right now
on the waitlist for Bowdoin, so...

as I always say, "Don't cry, just fly."

- Okay.
- You want carrot cake?

They're made from baby carrots,
you can tell the difference.

My mom and I stayed up almost all night
making them. They're not a hit.

What's the senior gift?

He asks, inadvertently admitting
to not reading any of my emails.

It's all good. It's a hydroponic garden.

I started gardening when I was four,
my therapist suggested it.

- Okay.
- And I found a reformed drug man

selling his on Craigslist
for only $4,000, so...

Paige, I came here to tell you that,

after having successfully spent a night
in the police station,

I feel confident that I can come
with you to the senior lock-in,

- and observe you in case you sleepwalk.
- Really?

Yes. At least until 12:07.

I may be able to push it to 12:08.

Sam, that's amazing. Thank you.

I feel like we're able to successfully
move our relationship to a platonic place.

Did you say the police station?

Yes, how much are the sugar cookies?

For you? Fifty cents, friend.

Well, that's only...

7,999 more sales
and you'll have your water garden.

Yep.

Hey.

So I've been thinking about the stuff
with Sam and the police...

Yeah, me too. It's all I can think about.
The kid must have been terrified.

Yeah, I know.

So, I drafted a really strongly
worded email to the chief of police,

and every other important person
that I could think of, including Oprah.

- Wait, you really included Oprah?
- Of course, she can do anything.

- But, then, I had another thought.
- Okay.

What if you handled it?

- Yeah?
- Well, I mean you're a first responder.

You get these guys and you get Sam.

Wait. So you're asking me
to help out with Sam stuff?

Yep. I'm asking you
to help out with Sam stuff.

You'll do it better than I can.

- Wow.
- I'm just, I'm...

I'm trying not to make the same mistakes,

and think I have to do everything
by myself. I'm trying.

I think it's...

I think it's a good idea.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Good.

- I'll see you later.
- See you later.

- Did you write me a love note?
- Oh, hey, Izz.

What is that?

You know, maybe later.

- Let me see it.
- No.

- It's not anything.
- Give it.

- It's nothing, really.
- I want to read nothing. I love nothing.

Nothing's my favorite.

Please...

I was going to tell you in person,
but I chickened out.

So I wrote it. Obviously.

- You and Nate kissed?
- No, he kissed me.

- That asshole.
- I know.

I can't believe he did that.

I'm going to kill him.

Do you want to go talk about it?

Nope.

I just need time to think.

Sorry, I'm not good at this.

Yeah.

Let's talk about what we're good at.

Our homework this week was
to make a list of all our strengths.

Who wants to read their list?

- Sam, go for it.
- Yes.

I'm great at folding t-shirts,
but not sweaters.

I never, ever forget to feed Edison.

I know pretty much
everything there is to know

about every species of Antarctic penguin.

- I'm a great dancer.
- Prove it.

Noelle, he doesn't have to... Oh!

There he goes.

Oh, yeah. Work it.

Work!

You were right.

I won the 8th grade science fair
in 7th grade.

I won the 7th grade reading challenge
in 6th grade.

And I never miss an appointment.

And your teachers say
that you're excellent in biology.

- True.
- I'm excellent in biology too.

Which is a good thing.
I want to be a dentist.

- We know.
- Okay, Amber.

Thank you. Okay, guys.

We've talked a lot about asking for help
and knowing when you need extra support,

but it's also really important
to know what you're good at.

That will help you make decisions
in terms of what kind of job to get,

what to major in, where to go to school...

who to date.

Like, I'm smart and my boyfriend's not,

so we balance each other out.

I've been there. Okay, who else
wants to read their list?

Me! Finally!

I'll see you later.

Hey, Sam, can you hang back one sec?

If you're wondering who took the cookies,
I saw Noelle dump, like, ten in her bag.

Narc.

No, actually, I wanted to talk to you
about colleges.

I told you, I want to go.

And I'm so glad,

but the application deadlines
have mostly passed.

So I think I can convince a couple
of them to make an exception,

but I need some guidance from you.

You need guidance from me?

You're a guidance counselor.

That is ironic. I see that.

Look, I just need you to do some research,
come up with about five places,

and meet me in my office, maybe day
after tomorrow, and we'll go over them?

And nice dance moves.

I liked those.

WANTED

STOP DOMESTIC VIOLENCE

Dougie Doug.

Hey, Steve. How are you?

You get taller? You look taller.

You come down here just to bust my balls?

When you coming back
to the basketball team?

We could use a new center
ever since Gomez got the gout.

- He got the gout?
- Yeah.

That sucks.

No, I...

Last weekend
you picked up a kid, a teenager...

You thought he was on drugs,
turned out he was autistic?

Yeah, that was weird, man.

He was super messed up.

Yeah, but... that was my kid.

Oh. Shit.

Gardner, of course.

Yeah, his...

His name is Sam. He's 18.

He was diagnosed when he was four.

He's a great kid, he gets good grades.

He works really hard.
He's funny as hell and...

- smarter than I'll ever be.
- Okay.

And he's autistic.

Which means he gets very uncomfortable
in unfamiliar situations.

He was doing a twitchy thing
with his hand.

Yeah, he does that, it's soothing.

- Mumbling to himself?
- Probably reciting penguins.

That's also soothing.

There's other ways
to deal with this besides confronting him

- the way that you did.
- Okay. Look, I hear you.

Doug, I really do, but, you know,
put yourself in my shoes.

He was wigging out. He wouldn't answer me
when I gave him a direct question...

I know, but he had
the crap scared out of him.

But we have to make split-second
decisions, Doug. So no one gets hurt.

It's not a perfect system,
but most of the time we get it right.

Except, you didn't get it right.

If you had you would have known
that he wasn't on drugs,

you would have found out
who his parents are,

and you would have called. So...

you didn't get it right.

Alright. Here's what I'm going to do.

Put your number right here.

Okay? I'm going to put it up here,
so everybody can see it.

So next time we'll know, alright?
Next time, we'll remember who he is,

and we'll give you a call. Okay?

- I appreciate it, Steve.
- No problem.

Good to see you.

This sucks.

I have no idea
where I want to go to college

and Ms. Whitaker's making me
decide right away.

But how? There are so many colleges.
How does anyone decide?

Easy. Pick the school
with the best chick to dude ratio.

Doy.

I made a list of my strengths.

That was supposed to help me decide,
but it's worthless.

"Dance moves, good at feeding turtle."

Oh, my sweet summer Sam.
You really think these are your strengths?

- You're being too modest.
- I am?

For sure, dinosaur! For one,
you're super focused. Especially at work.

Remember when you saw that punk stealing
an Xbox in the reflection of my glasses?

Yes, and then you tackled him.

Brains, brawns.

You're dependable as heck. Catch.

See? I knew you'd catch that.

Even though you're so skinny,
you're an excellent source of body heat.

I leave my space heater at home
when we're working together.

- Thank you.
- You're very welcome.

Look, I know you're scared
about where to go to college,

but cuddle up and listen to Papa.

Life... always... works... out.

Usually.

I think someone's stealing
something again.

Son of a bitch.

Freeze, asshole.

What?

Uh-oh.

Oh, sugar beans.

Aren't I a good boyfriend for not saying
"I told you so" about that Nate guy?

'Cause most boyfriends would say,
"I told you so about that Nate guy."

Yeah, you're being really cool
about that Nate guy.

Thanks.

You know I didn't do anything
to make him kiss me, right?

- Yeah, I believe you.
- Alright.

It's just that we were joking
about it happening,

- and then it actually did happen.
- Yeah.

So, you know...

any other guy would be, like,
a little bit insecure.

But not you.

- Oh, no.
- No.

Good. 'Cause you know
I don't care about Nate at all.

And I think that Izzie
and I can get through this.

I just... I know I haven't known her
for that long, but I, like, love her.

Like, we just got so close so fast.

Yeah, girls are weird.

Yeah, we bond quickly or not at all.

And I just feel like
we're supposed to be friends.

Like, we're so alike.

I think we'll be okay.

I hope we'll be okay.

- You'll be okay.
- Stop.

I promised Beth that we'd meet her
at Don's Pizza.

Because, as she puts it, she has
a Casey-shaped hole in her heart,

which is a very... sexy-shaped hole.

That just sounds so gross.

That did sound grosser than I expected.

...helps with putting it on flat...

- What are you doing?
- Oh, nothing.

I'm doing a DIY. I'm fixing the hole.

- With a hammer?
- What?

- No, not anymore.
- Let's go to Don's. Come on.

- You sure you're okay with this?
- Don's! Don's! Don's!

Yes, I'm absolutely fine.

And if all else fails,
there's always Google.

That's alright. I'll get that later.
Don't worry about it. Shoo! Go, go.

I hate you.

Sam! I'm a polar bear!

What? No, you're not!

No, it's the Bowdoin mascot.
I got into Bowdoin!

- Oh, that's good.
- Oh, it's amazing!

And it came at the perfect time.

I was really bummed
that we only raised $45 at the bake sale.

It's the first time my snickerdoodles
have ever let me down.

- I'm sorry.
- No, it's all good in the 'hood.

No shade on my parade
because I'm going to Bowdoin!

I still have to decide
what college I want to go to

before my meeting with Ms. Whitaker.

I have no idea how to choose.

Well, I have an idea.
Why don't you just go to Bowdoin?

You get really good grades,
I'm sure you could get in.

And we could be there for each other,
and support each other,

in a totally platonic way, of course.

- Really?
- Yeah.

And if it's too late for the fall,
you could start midyear. A lot of kids do.

Just think about it, okay?

Okay.

Did you know that a group of polar bears
is sometimes called a sleuth?

No, I didn't know that.

But it looks like I'll have a sleuth
of new friends next year.

- Am I using that right?
- No.

Hey. I've been looking for you.

I flicked a freshman in the ear,
I thought it was you.

I had to pretend it was hazing.

- Is everything okay?
- Yep.

- Did you break up with Nate?
- No.

No?

That's what I said.

Izzie, what's up?

I asked Nate about what happened.

- He said you kissed him.
- What?

No, I... That is not true.

I don't know what to believe.

Believe me.

I've known him longer.

He's my boyfriend.

I've seen you guys flirt.
I just thought you liked the attention.

- Izzie, I didn't do anything.
- That's not what he said.

So just... back off, Casey.

Casey?

What happened to "Newton"?

Come in.

Hey.

Oh, hi. Casey's not going to be home
for another 45 minutes.

Yeah, I know. I came to help you
with the hole in the wall.

Oh, that's very sweet,

but I'm okay.

Huh? You kidding me?

This is my way of paying you back
for all the dinners you feed me.

I'm sure I can figure this out.

Your wall is ringing.

Yeah.

You should probably get that out
and then you can get started. Tea?

Yeah.

Ow, it hurts.

Can you see bone? I think I see bone.

You can't see bone, you big baby.

It's a scrape. You don't have to call 911
for a little scrape.

Here. Hold on.

JULIA - SAM THERAPIST

I have to take this.

Rollerblading was a terrible idea.
I'm gonna stop trying to lose weight.

Maybe you should try something
more low-impact like walking slowly...

to your couch.

- Hello?
- Doug?

Hi, it's Julia... Sasaki.

I'm sorry to call.

I tried to call Elsa,
but there was no answer.

No, it's all good. What's up?

- Are you okay?
- It's not me.

It's Tony Hawk over here.

I just thought maybe you were still upset
with me about what happened with...

- you know...
- No, I'm good.

- It's all in the past.
- Okay.

Well, I'm calling because...

I keep getting messages from Sam.

He calls my phone every week,
never misses an appointment.

- Jesus, really?
- Yeah.

At first, I thought it was harmless,
just something he had to work through.

But the most recent one was
about him being... arrested?

Oh, no, don't worry. He's good, Julia.
It was just a big misunderstanding.

They thought he was on drugs,
and he wasn't, and everything is okay.

There isn't enough training
for first responders

- on how to deal with people with autism.
- I know.

I know, nobody cares
about anybody anymore.

There's a fly in it. There's a fly in it.

Quiet.

Listen, Julia, I... I gotta go, okay,
but I appreciate you calling me about Sam.

Yeah, no problem. Bye.

Listen, when you're 40,
you should... you know, embrace the chub.

Wow! That looks good.

I think the paper plate
would've worked too,

but this looks really nice.

Yeah, believe it or not,

not the first time I've had to clean up
after somebody punches a hole in the wall.

Not that I know
that Mr. Gardner punched this,

or, you know, that anybody punched it.
Never mind.

I don't even know what I'm saying or...

God, stop talking.

We must look like terrible parents.

What? No, you just...

You just seem like, you know...
parents. You know?

Like, people.

Oh, thank God you're here.

Izzie went all nuclear on me. Come on.

Wow, that looks really good, Mom.

Yeah. She crushed it.

I'm going to be a polar bear.

Totally normal thing to say
when you walk into a room.

Well, I'm going to Bowdoin.

What do you know about Bowdoin?

- Well, Paige said that...
- Paige, of course. Look,

Sam, I know this is a hard decision,
but you literally just replaced Mom

with another bossy lady
who's telling you what to do.

- Yes, but I have to pick a college.
- You gotta stop listening to other people.

What do you want to do?

What do you think I should do?

Sam, if you're going to go
away to college,

you have to start making decisions
for yourself.

I tried. I've done so much thinking today,
I've thought myself out of thoughts.

I have no idea what I'm going to tell
Ms. Whitaker tomorrow.

Okay, whatever, no pressure.
It's just your future at stake.

Sorry, that was mean.

I just had a hard day.

My new best friend dumped me.

- The one who knows about turtles?
- Yeah.

That's too bad.

I thought one of my strengths was
never missing an appointment.

It turns out...

like a minnow,
it's hiding in small spaces.

- What you doing?
- Hiding from Ms. Whitaker

because I don't know what college
I want to go to. Please leave me alone.

Cool.

Wow, dude...

this is really good.

Can you give me a tattoo of that?

I don't have the appropriate training
or equipment for that.

And this room is definitely not sterile.

I think I saw a cockroach the other day.

Tat me up.

Perfect.

It's not a garden, but it'll do.

Paige Hardaway, this is your legacy.

Well, this is a bizarre twosome.

Hey, Peg.
What do you think of my little dude?

It's not a real tattoo. It's just marker.

Oh, my God. Fire!

And it's Paige!

I was just innocently painting my bench,
which is the senior gift, by the way.

You're welcome.

I didn't raise enough money
for a hydroponic garden.

But I made lemonade out of those lemons
in the form of a "Live Love Laugh" bench.

But I did not set a fire.

Paige, relax. Have a jelly bean.

Thank you. These are not good.

I know. I eat all the good ones first.

- Anyways, you're not in trouble.
- Really?

Yeah, really. However, as for you two...

Unfortunately, we never recovered
whatever it was that caused the smoke.

So either Paige was mistaken
in what she saw or someone...

disposed of it.

She may have been hallucinating.
Paint fumes do that.

- I was not.
- Don't push it.

Okay, Sam, Bailey, you'll both be
doing community service hours.

Me? What did I do?

You skipped out on our appointment.
What were you doing in the art room?

I was just hiding because I felt bad
for missing our appointment.

I was drawing.

He's actually really good. Look.

That's not even my best work,
you kept moving around.

Sam, these are amazing.

Why didn't you list art
as one of your strengths?

I don't know. I didn't think of it.

- Can you go to school for that?
- Yes, you can.

- Why are your shoes all wet?
- Joined the swim team.

What in the world?

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Laundry?
- Yep.

- That's a dumb question.
- Yeah.

So I was thinking, you know, we should
do a training for first responders

about how to deal with people with autism.

I think that would be incredible.

- Wait, we?
- Yeah.

I know the first responders, you know
about all the autism stuff and I think...

we'd do a great job, as a team.

I agree.

Okay.

Alright, cool.

Mom?

I was going to write "screw you, bitches"
on the toes,

but I wasn't sure there'd be enough room.

I hope they fit.

It's the lamest senior gift ever.

For a bench,
it's actually very comfortable.

There's a nice amount of flex
in boards three and four.

They call that rebound.

You're so random.

Sam?

Wow!

Don't tell anyone.

Life always works out.

Usually.