All language subtitles for The.Marvelous.Mrs.Maisel.S02E08.WEB.h264-STRiFE

You know the saying,

"Walk a mile in a man's shoes"?

I mean, think about that.

The perspective that gives you.

Well, I took it to heart, put
on a pair of my husband's shoes,

and, my God,
were they comfortable.

I get it now,
why men rule the world...

no high heels.

They can walk faster,

and their backs don't hurt.

I'm divorcing my husband,

but I am keeping
the fucking shoes.

Thank you, everybody.

I'm Mrs. Maisel. I'm on the road
the next few days,

but, unlike your innocence,
I'll be back.

Good night!

Great set.

Hey, thanks.

I can never tell if
they're talking about the boobs

- or the comedy.
- That guy was a dancer in Pal Joey.

He wasn't talking
about your boobs.

- Hi.
- Hi there.

- Uh, what is she doing?
- I don't know.

Ooh. It's a pen.

- Oh, she wants your autograph.
- Really?

Wow.

This is really cool.

How's it look?

Lose the heart.

Really?
Doesn't make it stand out?

No, it makes it look
like a third grader signed it.

Okay.

Here.

And thanks.

Thank you.

I just signed
my first autograph.

- And check this out.
- Hmm.

Our first road itinerary.
Let's go over it.

Not necessary,
I know it by heart.

Days one and two, D.C.

Day three, Philly.

Day four, Harrisburg.

Day five, back home for the gig
at the new club on 23rd.

Oh. Okay. I mean,
I typed it up all fancy.

One for each of us.
Even fixed my "S" key.

- But you don't need it.
- No, no, no, let me see it.

- I'll just use it as toilet paper.
- Let me see it.

- You spelled "itinerary" wrong.
- Damn.

It's impressive.

Just remember
the most important part:

day one, tomorrow,

depart New York City
1:30 p.m. sharp.

- Got it?
- I will not be late.

Okay, I got Montana,

North Carolina, Utah,

- Wisconsin...
- We'll do this later, Jackie.

Do what? What is this?

The plates for you to switch
on the car.

Why are we switching
the plates on the car?

Well, it-it's
technically stolen.

There's nothing technical
about it.

It's fucking stolen.

I like Utah.
They'll think you're Mormon

and leave you alone.
I mean, no one talks to Mormons

unless they have to.

- You said it's your mother's car.
- It is.

You stole your mother's car?

Hey, she stole my childhood.
I think we're even.

What if we're pulled over
and they run our plates?

- I'll handle it.
- Great plan.

We'll just cross our fingers
and hope for the best.

It's how I live my life...

just sort of half-assed
and completely random.

I want no part of this, okay?

Fine. Have no part of it.

Take Wyoming.

Wyoming? Why?

Wyoming's full of cowboys
and tough hombres,

and cops are less likely
to pull us over

'cause they won't want
to mess with us.

Plus, it's got a horse,
and I like the horse.

I had a feeling that was it.

So, 1:30 tomorrow.

1:30. See ya, partner.

Pew, pew.

Lose Wyoming.

♪ Dickie the duck went out
walking one day ♪

♪ He wanted some ducks
to come over and play ♪

♪ He quack, quack, quack,
quacked as he waddled along ♪

You tire of Chopin?

No, I like Chopin very much.

What are you doing?

Working. Or trying to.

You do know
that's Ethan's record.

Hence the references
to "Ducky Waddles ha ha ha."

Don't you have some dirty jokes

- to go tell?
- Told 'em.

So, whatcha doin'?

Our Bell Labs
speech synthesis team

is going to be the first
in the world

to teach a computer to sing.

But I need to find
precisely the right song.

It has to have a simple melody
with a maximum one-octave range

and, ideally, very few
diphthongs in the lyrics.

Ethan's records are perfect.

You're not gonna want that one.

It's just barnyard sounds.

Oh.

I signed
my first autograph tonight.

A complete stranger asked you
to put your signature down

on a piece of paper
and you did it?

Yes. She was very excited, too.

Well, of course she was.

Now she can forge your signature
on a check.

It was a really good show
tonight.

You know,
when you saw me at the Concord,

it wasn't exactly
my regular act, Papa.

I saw you, and...
I got nervous.

You made me nervous.

And that made you vulgar?

No. I just...

I have a gig in the city
when I get back.

Nearby. Nice club.

Maybe you'd like to come.

- It's too far.
- Nearby is too far?

I mean I'm very busy.

I just think
if you saw me at a normal gig,

you might feel better about it.

Don't worry about me.

How about Mama?
How's she feeling?

Marry Benjamin,
and everything will be fine.

I don't know if I'm going
to marry Benjamin.

Marry somebody,
and everything will be fine.

- Okay.
- To be clear,

I mean marry somebody
at city hall.

I'm not going to pay
for fake snow

and papier-mâché reindeer again.

$400 for embroidered yarmulkes

that say
"Midge and Joel forever."

Explain that to an orphan.

If I see one, I will.

I'm sorry, Papa.

I know that all this stuff
with me, with Noah...

Miriam, please,

I have no time to concern myself

with my children's
feckless behavior.

I'm a man of science,
engaged in complex research

at the highest levels

on incredibly important
scientific matters.

♪ I went to the bathroom
by myself ♪

♪ Big, big boy went by himself ♪

♪ I took some paper ♪

♪ Wiped myself ♪

♪ Wiped his bottom by himself ♪

There's a fair amount
that works in this one.

Unfortunately, computers
don't use the bathroom.

Yet.

♪ I went to the bathroom ♪

- ♪ By myself ♪
- ♪ Big... ♪

I have no idea what to get.
I haven't been out of the house

in a month.
Archie's mother keeps sending us

corned beef and cabbage.
The whole apartment building

smells like Downtown Dublin.

Well, order as much as you want.
It's all on me.

This is a purely guilt-motivated
"I'm sorry" lunch.

I love your quaint
Jewish traditions.

- Ooh, who's that?
- Oscar Udenosky.

- Is he famous?
- He's a dentist.

Oh. I thought he was famous.

What's kishka?

Jewish haggis.

No, thank you. Oh, who's that?

- Bertha Frisk.
- Is she famous?

She's the bingo queen
of St. Mary's. Does that count?

I thought there were going
to be famous people here.

It is called the Stage Deli,

not the Boring
Everyone Normal Eats Here Deli.

- Couldn't get all those letters on the sign.
- I was hoping it would be

like when Lucy went
to the Brown Derby

and saw William Holden
and got so nervous

she buttered her hand
instead of her bread.

I can see a dentist at Lindy's.

I need some excitement.

Excitement. Okay.

Oh. See that guy over there
in the gray suit?

Marty Segal. Yesterday,
he scored his first Copa gig.

- Big, big deal.
- Huh.

He just spilled coffee
on his suit.

Does the Copa know about that?

That may be his opening bit.

Gregory Peck came in once.

- He did?
- Came in

and ate lunch.
Right over there.

No. Are you lying? Never mind.

Don't care.
I love Gregory Peck.

Congratulations on the Copa.

Put some club soda
on that, Marty.

What can I get for you two?

Oh, shoot.
I haven't finished looking.

Allow me. Verla,
my dear friend Imogene here

will have
the hot pastrami Reuben on rye,

chicken in a pot, potato knish,

matzo ball soup, cheese Danish,

a lime rickey, and a couple
of black-and-whites for dessert.

- And some Bromo-Seltzer to go?
- You bet.

Coming right up.

That's exactly what
Gregory Peck ordered.

No. Are you lying? Never mind.

Don't care.
This is so exciting.

- Hey, Midge.
- Hey, Eugene.

How'd the Florida gig go?

I did ten minutes
on bad shellfish.

The place went nuts.

Oh, you never told me
Grace Kelly was your friend.

Easy, boy.
Those tits are just temporary.

Oh, sorry.

Congratulations.

- What?
- I can't believe what you said. In a restaurant.

Oh, he's a comic.
Th-That's just how we talk.

It's just I've never heard you...
Oh, my. He looked at my...

He didn't mean anything by it
except that your boobs

are enormous. And they are.
Mazel tov.

Oh, my God. A man looked at my...

I should tell Archie.
Should I tell Archie?

Deep breaths, honey.

And I have never heard you
talk like that before.

- I'm sorry.
- Midge,

you cannot do that at my shower.

If my mother heard you say
T-I-T-S,

she would... well,
she might not do anything

because she won't know
what you're talking about,

- but please don't.
- Imogene,

I promise, I am throwing
the most beautiful baby shower

in the world
for my very best friend.

And, I promise, I will be
on my very best behavior.

Okay. Okay.

So, did Gregory Peck
really eat over there?

And Cary Grant joined him
for dessert.

This car is unkempt,
to say the least.

Hey, lady,
I could use another hand.

I have to make sure nothing back
here gets crushed and wrinkled.

Who knows if they have irons
where we're headed?

Ah! Motherfucker!

Fuck my mother!

Hey, what the hell?

Oh. Did you need that?

That's my shit.

- It is? In that?
- Yes.

Just because it's not wrapped

in a pink box
like some party cake

doesn't make it garbage.

Why didn't you bring a suitcase?

I don't have one.

What do you use for vacations?

- My imagination?
- Sorry,

I thought your stuff
was packed

in the little suitcase
in the back.

Ah. The suitcase thing's
a tape recorder.

I'm gonna tape
all your road sets

so we can study 'em
when we get back.

- That's a great idea.
- Thanks.

Here's another one.
Stop sounding so surprised

when I have a great idea.

Now, please,
just hold the plate up.

- The screw won't go in.
- No way.

I have two priors.
I can't risk another arrest.

Never mind. Just go over
your set for tonight.

Oh, I have been.
Do you think I can do the bit

about Eisenhower's penis in D.C.

or will the Secret Service
not like it?

- I could say "sausage."
- Eh, they'll know you mean "penis."

Maybe I'll say "penis"
but not "Eisenhower's penis."

I'll put "Eisenhower's penis"
in the Philadelphia set.

I think Eisenhower's penis is
a slam dunk wherever you put it.

Okay.

America, here we come.

Great. Lift your ass.

- I'm sorry?
- You got to lift your ass

- or the car won't start.
- Are you kidding me?

- No.
- Why?

Am I a mechanic?
Just pick it up so we can go.

I do a version of this

in my Helena Rubinstein class.

Good for the thighs.

- Can I put my butt down now?
- Almost.

- The car's moving.
- Few more seconds.

You're just screwing
with me now, aren't you?

Yep. The Eisenhower penis tour
has begun.

Mm.

♪ I'm gonna ♪

♪ Live till I die ♪

♪ I'm gonna laugh
'stead of cry ♪

♪ I'm gonna take the town
and turn it upside down ♪

♪ I'm gonna live, live, live
till I die ♪

♪ They're gonna say ♪

Is Senator Kennedy running
for president, do we think?

It's up to Jackie.

You know she wears the pants
in that family.

And she wears them well.
Seriously,

have you seen how easily
that woman wears linen pants?

Linen.
The material that wrinkles

while you're ironing it.

I believe the Kennedys
will stand up for Americans.

Because, really, if Jackie
sits down for ten seconds,

that whole outfit goes to shit.

I hope he runs,

because he'll restore
the science funding

that Eisenhower cut.

Science is big in my family

because my father works
at Bell Labs.

And I was very excited
when he got this job.

The greatest scientific minds in
the world all in one building,

solving the world's problems.

I came home the other day
and found him listening

to my four-year-old's record,

a song about teaching yourself
how to wipe your ass

after going to the bathroom.

He told me he's listening to it
because at work,

they're trying to teach
a computer to sing.

And I believed him at the time,

but now I'm wondering:

does my father not know
how to go to the bathroom?

And if that's true,
who taught me?

Because my mother never goes
to the bathroom. Or eats. Or...

Fire!

Fire in the kitchen!
Everybody out!

- To the exits, now! Go, go!
- What? Why?

What-What's going on?

There's a fire. Everybody out.

Move to the exits, now! Go!

Okay, folks, I guess
everybody's supposed to leave.

- No! Keep talking!
- Are you not hearing me?

- There's a fire in the kitchen!
- Well, of course there is.

It's how you
fuckin' cook things.

I'm Mrs. Maisel.
Thank you. Good night.

If you catch on fire,
stop, drop and roll.

You have water in that kitchen?
You can put fire out with water.

- You know that, right?
- Susie, please. I've got

a lot of flammable product
in my hair.

We'll die if we just stand here.

- So you die on stage. What a way to go.
- Move!

- Aw, come on, it hasn't even hit this room yet.
- It will.

- Huh.
- I told you it wasn't gonna be The Ritz.

It's fine.

Big enough. Clean-ish.

Drawers open.

Lights light.

There's the parking lot,
so we can watch the car.

Hi, car.

It's good.
Guess we share the dresser.

How many drawers
do you think you'll need?

Looks like one.

Then I'll make do
with the other five.

Hey, you put coins in the TV.

Are you not having fun?

I just wanted you
to finish your set.

I know. I was on fire.

And then the place was, too.

- Maybe I set the fire.
- On the bright side,

the guy paid us the whole take.

Plus we got out
before the building collapsed.

So, go ahead and shower.
I know you want to.

I will. As soon as the guy
brings up my bags.

- What guy?
- The guy who checked us in.

You think Vlad the Impaler
in the lobby

is bringing up your bags?

- Yes.
- Based on what?

Based on the fact that I said,
"Just the two, thanks,"

and he nodded like he
was gonna bring them up.

No, he nodded like he was
gonna go through your luggage

and whack off with your girdle
stretched over his face.

- So no one's bringing up my bags?
- No. It's a motel.

You want 'em, you go get 'em.

Right. Okay.

- Do not look at me.
- Fine. I'm gonna go down

to get the bags
and carry them up myself.

After all, this trip
is about trying new things

and expanding my horizons.

It's bags, not a threesome

with Marilyn Monroe
and Arthur Miller.

No, but it's steep stairs;
no elevator.

Here, take this.

Sure you don't want to come?

Mm. Only you can expand
your horizons, Miriam.

New things!

Fuckin' weirdo.

This is like being back
in college, sharing a room.

- Or a slumber party.
- Or jail.

You ever have slumber parties
when you were a kid?

If you count everyone
falling asleep in the same room

'cause they were too drunk
to get up a slumber party.

We used to play
with a Ouija board

and try to contact Valentino.

One time the lights flickered.

It was scary. But fun.

One time my cousin came
into my room at night

and got on top of me.
I jabbed my finger into his eye,

and he was blind for a week.

It was scary. But fun.

- We could watch TV.
- Meh. This late,

it's just the test pattern
with the Indian chief.

Just shut the lights off,

and we'll both be snoring
like buzz saws any minute.

- Oh.
- What?

- You snore?
- How would I know? I'm sleeping.

Well, has anyone
ever told you you do?

What kind of a sick fuck's
gonna come into my room,

listen to me sleep,
then tell me about it?

So no one you've ever shared
a bed with has let you know?

- Did you ask your cousin?
- Really?

The reason
your husband left you?

You wouldn't let him get
any sleep.

Hey, remember when that
really old lady was yelling

"Take me, I'm on fire!"
at the fireman?

- Yeah.
- Then the fireman threw that blanket over her.

For a minute
I thought he was gonna do it.

Give the old bird
her dying wish.

"Take me, I'm on fire."

Hmm. You should put that shit
in your set tomorrow.

I'm opening with it.
Did she die?

- Nah.
- Maybe in the act she'll die.

I think I can keep that funny.
Night, Susie.

Mm.

- Hey, Susie.
- What?

She wanted
to slide down his pole.

Go to sleep.

Pole's funny.

He's sleeping okay there?

- Like a rock. He's doing great.
- Let me say hi.

Hey, Ethan. It's Mommy.

Want to say hi?

No. She has to ring it.

- He doesn't want to talk to me?
- Sure he does.

He just wants you to call back
so the phone'll ring

- especially for him.
- Okay.

Guess Mommy's made
of coins. One sec.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing.

- It's something. What is it?
- Leg hurts.

- What'd you do?
- Why is this my fault?

Hi, Mommy.

Hi, sweetie. How...

Hello?

Ethan?

- Hi.
- What happened?

Well, he doesn't really like
talking on the phone.

He just loves answering it.

- He's forgotten me.
- No, he hasn't.

Two days, I've been gone.
Two days.

He's a kid.
I'll tell him you miss him.

And you can call collect, Midge.

That would have been a good idea
about three dollars ago.

Wait, are you short? You got
enough money for the trip?

Sure. I just don't carry
it all around in quarters.

It makes my thighs look lumpy.

- Where are you two?
- Gas station.

How's Susie's car?
Does it run okay?

Purrs like a really old,
angry kitten.

- And she's a decent driver?
- We go places and we get there.

Does she know
how to change a tire?

I'd assume so.

- Ask her.
- Joel.

Where'd you stay in D.C.?

I'm not sure I have enough coins

to get through
all three centuries

- of the Spanish Inquisition.
- You know what?

- Is she there?
- Susie?

Yeah. Put her on.
I can give her

some pointers
on changing a tire.

Okay. Joel wants to know
if you can change a tire.

What?

Ugh.

Hello.

Yes, I can change a stupid tire.

Now, listen,
and you listen good.

I swear to motherfucking God,
if anything happens

to Midge on this trip,
I'm gonna fucking kill you.

I don't care that you're
a girl, or short,

I will rip your head off and use
it to play catch with my kid.

She's the mother of my children.
If you fuck this up,

I want you to think of the worst
possible thing that could ever

happen to you, and I want you
to triple it and add a hobbling.

You got it? Now...

apply the wheel wedges,
remove the hubcaps,

loosen the lug nuts,
jack up the car

and change the fucking tire.

Or call a goddamn cab.

Put Midge back on the phone.

Thanks for the tip.

Great guy. Too bad
you kids couldn't work it out.

I should go. We have to get
all the way to Philly.

Where are you staying
when you get there?

- I don't know. Some motel.
- Uh-huh. Put Susie on again.

Too late. She limped off.
Really quickly.

Just be careful, okay?
Will you? Please?

Yes. And kiss
Ethan and Esther for me.

Show them a picture
if you have to.

I will.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Hey, scoot over.
Let's get going.

I got to take a break from
driving; it's killing my leg.

- Meaning...?
- You drive.

- I don't know how to drive.
- What?

- I grew up in the city.
- How the hell do you plan a road trip

with somebody and forget
to mention that you can't drive?

I did plan to learn
a few years ago.

Oh, well, that's a relief.
For a second there,

I thought maybe you didn't plan
to learn a few years ago.

I even bought
pink driving gloves.

I brought them with me.

Because we were gonna be
in a car.

- You can wear them if you want.
- Jesus Christ.

Sorry.

Ass up.

- Hey! Occupied!
- Aren't I supposed to have a real dressing room?

Or at least a door with a lock?

Yeah, well, I guess
I got a little busy

making sure the place had,
you know, a stage

- and a place for an audience.
- A manager's supposed to request

things like a dressing room
with a door that locks.

I'm a total idiot.
What do you want me to say?

Usually you show up to a gig
in your show dress.

I forgot you'd need
a place to change. My fault.

- Learning lessons.
- Fine.

- Knock, asshole!
- There's someone in here, asshole!

- It's me, Dante!
- Booker.

Sorry!

Your girl is on.

- Uh, we need a minute.
- And a lock for the door.

Crowd is restless.
Get a move on.

- Zip me. Hurry.
- How is the crowd?

- Good.
- Crowd's good.

- How do I look?
- Like you're ready to take Philly.

Hey, everybody.
Straight from the Big Apple...

- Sorry about the room.
- Sorry I yelled about the room.

- Let's do this.
- Give a big Philly welcome to...

Mrs. Maisel!

Well, hello, Philadelphia!

Wow.

You said the crowd was good.

- They are good. There's just not that many of them.
- I'm Mrs. Maisel.

- Motherfucker.
- So, the...

first joke I was gonna
tell you guys tonight

has one of those
"has anyone here ever" thingies.

But I realize
the odds that anyone here

has ever actually done the thing
I was gonna ask if you had done

are pretty darn low.

Just mathematically.

Has anyone here

ever gotten alcohol poisoning?

In which case the odds get
pretty good again.

Because it's Philly.

I think there were
more people in the room

when my son was born.

Maybe also
when he was conceived.

Ma'am, the-the tag
is sticking out of your dress.

- Jesus.
- Oh, my.

What a shithole.

What's the matter?

I'm kind of digging
the suspense here.

Well, hello.

Am I a fucking manager or what?

I'll never unsee that.
The sheer size.

Go to bed. Dream of puppies.

Well, hello.

- What now?
- Nothing.

Just a lot of things
to say hello to in this room.

- What?
- Teeth.

- Teeth?
- Teeth.

- False teeth?
- Real teeth.

- Baby teeth?
- Large teeth.

Adult teeth.
Or teeth from a really big baby.

Maybe a... I got nothing.

I don't think
I'll unpack tonight.

Or use the bathroom.
Or lie down.

Or sit down. Or shut my eyes.

- Miriam.
- Hello.

You're on tour.
You got to sleep.

- Just keep your clothes on.
- I don't need sleep.

I can't sleep, anyway,
because of your...

'Cause of my what?

What are you doing?
Don't touch that.

You need to hear something.

I don't want to hear
your D.C. gigs.

It's not my D.C. gigs.
I was going to wait

until we got home, but...

What is that?

- That's you.
- Bullshit.

Hold on.

- Jesus Christ.
- I'm sorry.

I recorded you when you were
sleeping last night.

First of all, don't ever,

ever touch the tape recorder.
Hear me?

- And "B," that's the most sadistic...
- Tom Collins.

- Wait, what'd I just say there?
- I think it was "Tom Collins."

Didn't know you liked gin.

Tom Collins was my teddy bear.

- Oh. Sweet.
- Turn it off.

I will. I just think
you should hear one more thing.

Did I die?

Maybe. You really need to see a doctor.

You need to learn some manners,
you know that?

- I was just trying to help.
- Don't help me. Write that down.

Look, I know it's embarrassing,
but when I was little,

my mother used to wake me up
when I made unseemly noises

to train me to be a ladylike
sleeper. For when I got married.

- She recorded you?
- No. She sat on the edge of my bed

and shook me
when I made a noise.

Wow. Freak doesn't fall far
from the tree.

- One day you might thank me, Susie.
- Yeah?

Well, you taped over the
D.C. gigs, so thanks for that.

Hope you remember
your American Revolution joke

word-for-word, 'cause it's gone.

You're really gonna stand there
all night?

It works
for Francis the Talking Mule.

Suit yourself.

I'm sleeping in your bed, then.
Mine's taken.

- Good night.
- Fuck you.

Starving.

Bathroom. Fix.

- Counter. Eat.
- Coffee.

Fuck.

Come on.

Don't look.

Mmm.

Hey, you have any idea
what these weird bumps are?

- I mean, is this, like, a local thing?
- I'm 16.

I didn't ask if you'd ever
been blown. I asked about this.

I give.

You didn't get me any coffee.
Coffee, please.

Yeah, he's not coming back.
Probably on his way to therapy.

I knew it was bad, but when
I looked in a mirror... God.

Why didn't you tell me
I looked like shit?

I have my own problems, missy.

Oh, my God, your face.

- No kidding, my face.
- What happened?

- What's it look like? Something bit me.
- It was the bed.

You laid on the bed. Thank God
I didn't lay on the bed.

What have you got in there
that can fix this?

Nothing.

You have 500 things
in that case.

- You got nothing for bites?
- I could do

some mascara for you.
Maybe a little eyeliner.

- How's that gonna help?
- It'll make your eyes look bigger,

and that'll draw attention away
from the rest of your face.

Hey, I have that all organized.

Yeah, this shit's got "skin"
right there.

That'll make your welts
look ten years younger.

There's more now.
Shit, they're still hatching.

Shit.
This bite has a bite on it.

I'm sorry.

I'm going to the drugstore
to see if there's someone there

who can help me more than you,

like a blind-mute baby
with no arms.

Hello?

Collect call from Miriam Maisel

for Abe or Rose Weissman.
Do you accept the charges?

I don't know.
What are my options?

- Take the call.
- I'll take the call.

- Go ahead, please.
- Hello, Papa.

Skip the niceties.
What do you need?

I'm just calling to check in.

- How's the baby?
- She's drooling.

- She's defecating.
- Does she miss me?

I think unless she can fit you
in her mouth,

you are of no consequence
to her at all.

- Anything else?
- You're in a mood.

- Well, your mother has pulled a fast one.
- What now?

She's throwing some sort
of soiree and forgot to tell me.

Or you forgot to listen.

Now there's tables and chairs.

- They've taken over my study.
- Maybe it's her garden club?

It's been ages
since she's hosted them.

There's flowers and tables
and streamers.

Streamers
usually indicate music.

They drink some wine
and talk about stamens.

- It'll be over in an hour.
- She's not even here.

She just left me like this
to fend for myself.

- So where's the baby?
- Glassware?

She got rental glassware.

- Papa.
- The baby's with Rose at the beauty parlor.

- I just said that.
- You didn't, actually.

Miriam, I have to go.

I just heard the words
"potato salad."

There's only so much
a man can take in his own house.

This stuff does not help at all.

You're supposed to blow on it.

- Are they gone?
- No.

Then get the fuck away from me.

Okay. I have to go change.

♪ I'm a travelin' man ♪

♪ I've made a lot of stops
all over the world... ♪

Aren't you supposed to keep
both hands on the wheel?

Thought you didn't know
how to drive.

I know how not to drive.

Was that thunder?

- I didn't hear anything.
- I definitely heard a rumble,

and I didn't bring my rain mac
because you said not to, Susie.

I didn't tell you not
to bring your rain mac

'cause I don't know
what a rain mac is.

It's a fashionable cover
to keep you dry, and I left it

at home because you said
the weather was gonna be good.

- I repeated what the paper said.
- I would've brought my rain mac,

I would've brought my galoshes,
I would've brought...

- Potato salad.
- What?

Stop the car. Stop the car.

I can't just stop the car.

Pull over. Pull over.

Aw.

Oh, yay, more booties.

Thanks, Nancy.

Bring more napkins.

- They're going through a lot of them.
- Yes, ma'am.

Good, a bonnet and booties.

Aw.

Mr. Bemis works at a bank,
but all he wants is time alone

to read his precious books.
It's his passion.

- I love books.
- Anyway...

Why is no one answering
the phone?

His wife's a shrew, so he can't
read at home. She won't let him.

And he wears these really thick
reading glasses, you see?

Anyway, he finally decides
to hide out in the bank vault.

All right, I'll answer it.

What's this program called?

The Twilight Zone.

- Never heard of it.
- It's new.

- Hello?
- Hello?

While our man is in the
vault, there's a nuclear war.

- They drop the H-bomb.
- Hello?

- Wow.
- Didn't see that comin'.

- Neither did he. But there's another twist.
- I love twists.

Miriam, is that you?

- I can barely hear you.
- Miriam's on the phone?

I forgot about the baby shower.

- Did you? I hadn't noticed.
- Oh, God.

I am so sorry. I-I must've
gotten the dates mixed up.

I've been so busy getting ready
for the tour,

and then Papa said
"potato salad."

I'm so sorry. It's today.

- Where are you?
- A pay phone

- in Pennsylvania.
- She's not gonna make it?

- Apparently not.
- Wait.

Wait, it's still happening
without me?

You're right.
We should reschedule.

I'm sure Imogene
can cross her legs

- and hold it in.
- She's not coming?

- I'm sure there's a good reason.
- Can you tell Imogene?

I'll wait here behind the table.
And Donny.

- Put Papa on.
- Abe?

Hold on, let me finish this.

So, Mr. Bemis
is the sole survivor

because he was in the vault,

and for the first time,
he's lonely.

Burgess Meredith plays this
with a lot of pathos.

But then he finds the ruins
of the library.

- Abe.
- Mr. Bemis is overjoyed at the sight

of all the books with all
the time in the world to read.

- But then...
- Does he break his glasses?

And there's no one to fix 'em.

You made a big deal
about his glasses before.

Is that right?
That's great.

- Hello?
- Papa, why didn't you tell me

- they were setting up for Imogene's shower?
- I did.

You said it was the garden club.

No, you said
it was the garden club.

- Put me on speakerphone, please.
- Why?

Take me to the living room
and put me on speakerphone.

Hello? Am I on?

It's working. Explain yourself.

Hi, everyone.

- Hi.
- Imogene, can you hear me okay?

- Yes, Midge.
- You sound far away.

I'm not. You are.

Honey, I am so sorry.
I'm here in Pennsylvania,

and I'm stuck,
and I have no excuse.

- And I want everyone to hear it.
- Whoa.

I am a terrible person,
but I want you all to know

I am sorry, and I love my friend Imogene.

You're not a terrible person,
Midge.

I am. I am terrible,

and I just have to live
with that.

- But I hope you liked the cupcakes.
- I did.

And the little sugar babies
on top.

- A little creepy eating babies, but delicious.
- Good.

Oh, your present. Imogene,
you should get your present.

- That's okay.
- No, it's in my bedroom,

but I didn't have a chance
to wrap it yet.

There's a Bendel's bag.
Run and get it.

- She's not supposed to run.
- No, I didn't mean she should run.

I'll get it when you're back.

Take a picture for me, Archie?

I didn't bring my camera.

Borrow my father's.

Uh, well, I guess I...

shouldn't hold up the party
any longer.

Everybody go back to having fun.

Bye, Midge.

And, Midge, it's beautiful.

I'm glad. Bye, everyone.

Bye.

Hey! Hey! What are you doing?

- There's a storm.
- So what?

She has a gig here tonight.
This is Mrs. Maisel.

- You're the singer?
- No.

- She's the comedian.
- Well, sorry.

No one's showing up
in this weather.

There's a 50% chance
the roof'll cave in.

Call me.
We'll rebook for next week.

Sure, we're in Harrisburg
all the time.

Can't get enough
of that Civil War Museum. Hey!

- Crap.
- Susie.

- What?
- It's raining.

How does he know
no one's coming?

He's an idiot.
That's how he knows.

He knows nothing.

Well, then let's stop dealing
with idiots.

Everyone in this
idiotic business is an idiot.

You ever meet someone
in show business

who's not an idiot,
then they're an asshole.

It's a business
of idiots and assholes.

I could've gone to the shower.
Goddamn it.

Let's go.

Oh, come on.

You ever read the Book of Job?

My mom read it to me every year
on my birthday.

- You can put your ass down now.
- Why?

This car isn't going anywhere.

Great.

Well, motel's probably foul,
anyway.

This was a big screwup, Susie.

Hey, I didn't force that guy
to close his club.

I didn't break the wiper,

and I definitely
didn't make it rain.

So what now?

Walk to the motel?

Sure.

Although we are out of money.

We'd have beaten the traffic
if you knew

how to read a stinkin' map.

We'd have beaten the traffic
if you had woken us up earlier.

What am I, a fucking rooster?

What do you want me to do,
asshole?

Half of Jersey is parked
in front of me!

God, it's like I have a twin
who's a middle-aged whore.

Hey. I need it to see.

We're gonna die in this tunnel.

Good. Something to
look forward to.

No time to shower.
What do I do?

You're a comic,
not Miss America.

Just go on stage
looking like shit.

Oh, so now I look like shit?

What, are we married
all of a sudden?

You're my manager, you're
supposed to care how I look.

Wait, wait, Miriam.
Look, look.

We're out of Jersey.

- We are?
- That's the line; we crossed the line.

- We're in New York.
- We're in New York.

We're in New York.
We're in New York.

Take that, assholes!

We are back in New York City!

Shut up!

Mm.

We will die of old age
in this tunnel.

At least place of death
won't be New Jersey.

- You, where's Ricky?
- Manager?

- Yes, yes.
- By the bar.

It's a two dollar cover tonight.

- We're talent!
- The what?

I'm-I'm one of
the comedians tonight.

Mrs. Maisel?

We got caught in
this horrible traffic,

almost ran out of gas
in the Holland Tunnel.

Is there a place where I can...

- Stop talking. Move.
- Hey.

Susie Myerson. Mrs. Maisel.

You're late!

We got stuck in
the Holland Tunnel.

- Hey.
- Maisel. Talent.

- Drink.
- I need a mirror.

You look great.

- I should change.
- No time.

- Get right to the good stuff.
- Mm-hmm.

Hit 'em hard and fast.

Good?

Tits up.

Hey there,
ladies and gentlemen.

What the fuck am I doing? Go.

Just fucking clap.

Magda Goebbels,
ladies and gentlemen.

Poisoned her dogs
and all six of her children

in honor of the Fuhrer,
but now hiding in Manhattan

and giving stand-up comedy
management a go.

Thank you, Magda.

So, how ya doing?

How am I doing?
How do I look like I'm doing?

I'm fucking exhausted. And sore.

And late... I don't mean
"my time of the month."

Although I'd prefer
an unplanned pregnancy

to the day I just had.

We almost ran out of gas
in the Holland Tunnel.

That would've been fun.
As if people coming from Jersey

need something else
to be angry about.

So I can't tell you how good
it is to be back...

Shit.

Shit!

Shit.

Professional comedy.

I'm really glad to be back in
New York City, my home.

Where I have so many friends...
who hate me.

So much family...
who are disappointed in me.

Where my children live...
until they abandon me.

That's why New York
is so great, though.

Everyone you care about
can despise you

and you can still
find a bagel so good,

nothing else matters.

Who needs love
when you've got lox?

They both stink but only one
tastes good.

Ladies and gentlemen,
fellow assholes,

you've been awfully nice
to come home to.

I'm Mrs. Maisel.

Thank you and good night.

Hey, what were those weird
animal noises

on the tape recorder?

Can we just settle up?
It's been a rough fucking week.

Yeah, we all had a rough week.

Thanks for auditioning;
I'll pay ya next time.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
This wasn't an audition.

Are we ready to go?
Please say we're ready to go.

- He's not paying us.
- What?

Prick Rick. He's not paying us.

He has to pay us.
We have a contract.

We don't have a contract.

Why don't we have a contract?

Because you're doing comedy,
not rezoning the building.

He owes us money.

And I really,
really need to shower.

- Yeah. No shit.
- Fuck you.

Wait here.

Hey, tough guy, you pay the guys
and you don't pay the girls?

Listen, you were late,
and no one was drinking.

How do you think
we make our money?

- Everybody was drinking.
- And it wasn't a bar deal.

Next time. Go home.

- Clean up.
- Hey.

- Stay here.
- Susie, wait.

We are not leaving
without our money.

Stay here and watch
the tape recorder.

Shit.

Susie?

Susie, where are you?

- I'm in the janitor's closet.
- Did you get the money?

Oh, yeah, I'm in here
counting it right now.

- Really?
- No. What's wrong with you?

I'm tired,
that's what's wrong with me.

How did you get in there?

That psycho shoved me in.

Unlock the door.

I-I think you need a key.

I'm gonna kick his nuts so hard

they're gonna be popping out
of his nose.

- I'm calling the police.
- What are you, an idiot?

You don't call cops
to come to a nightclub.

Just give me a minute to think.

That wasn't a minute.

Ow! Fuck!

I did the gig.
We were late, but I killed.

And the asshole
just won't pay us.

Because he's an asshole.

And I kicked a door
and I can't leave without Susie.

So I'm stuck.

And I stink,
and I scuffed my shoe,

and I broke my toe
and I want my goddamn money.

- What's this asshole's name?
- Susie.

I know Susie;
I meant the other asshole.

- Ricky.
- Ricky!

Hey, Ricky!

- That's him.
- What's this?

- You locked her manager in a closet?
- What?

No. It was a joke.

Lighten up. We're in
the comedy business, man.

- Let her out.
- Sheesh.

No sense of humor.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah.

- Did he do that?
- What? This?

- Oh, no. The bed ate me. See...
- I don't want to know.

Now pay them.

- She was late.
- Ten minutes.

Doesn't matter.
Pay her what you owe her.

So you're her manager.

I'm her manager, Ricky.
You know that.

- So who are you?
- What's it matter?

I like to know who
I'm talking to.

- I'm her husband.
- Her husband?

Well, why the fuck
don't you keep her...

Joel.

Wherever that sentence
was going,

it was gonna end up
like that anyway.

A whole new light, pal.

Now pay her what you owe her.

Fine.

You're lucky I don't sue you.

Hey, your nose is bleeding.

I miss something here?

- You the owner?
- Yeah.

You let guys like that
run your business?

- He's my sister's kid.
- Family's nice.

Doesn't mean he can run
your business.

Get some people working for you
who respect the talent.

That's talent.

She could put this shithole
on the map someday.

Wake the fuck up.

Yeah, and you also have to buy
your janitor a new plunger.

The one in there is old and sad
and lost its suction.

Sure.

- Is it all there?
- Yup.

Nice doing business with you.

You got to teach me
how to do that one day.

I'm gonna grab a cab home.

You want me to drop you?

No. I started this road trip
with Susie

and I kind of want
to finish it with her.

Thank you, Joel.

Anytime.

You didn't have to call him.

Unfortunately, sometimes to make
things work in a man's world,

you need a man.

That's just the way it is,
Susie.

I would have found a way
to take care of it.

You may be some kind of damsel
in distress, but I'm not.

No, you were a damsel
in di-closet.

Someday.

Yeah. Someday.

Your commission.

Thanks.

You're counting it? Really?

Force of habit.

What the...?

How was Pennsylvania?

- Mama, what happened?
- What happened?

There was a baby shower.

Did you forget again?

Should we have you checked out
by a doctor?

But it was yesterday.

- I mean, where's Zelda?
- Zelda?

Oh, no. It's your mess.

Good night.

♪ In many ways ♪

♪ Still miss the good old days ♪

♪ Someday, someday ♪

♪ Yeah, it hurts to say ♪

♪ But I want you to stay ♪

♪ Sometimes, sometimes ♪

♪ When we was young ♪

♪ Oh, man, did we have fun ♪

♪ Always, always ♪

♪ Promises ♪

♪ They break
before they're made ♪

♪ Sometimes, sometimes ♪

♪ Oh, my ex says I'm lacking
in depth ♪

♪ I will do my best ♪

♪ You say you want to stay
by my side ♪

♪ Darling,
your head's not right ♪

♪ I say, alone we stand ♪

♪ Together, we fall apart ♪

♪ Yeah, I think I'll be
all right ♪

♪ I'm working so I won't
have to try so hard ♪

♪ Tables, they turn sometimes ♪

♪ Oh, someday ♪

♪ Now, I ain't wasting
no more time ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Trying, trying. ♪