All language subtitles for Shut.Eye.S01E02.WEB-DLRip.Rus.Eng.CasStudio

-Previously on "Shut Eye"...

-This card suggests
that he's cheating on you.

-You're a magician?
-I'm a housewife.

My husband, though,
he's a psychic.

-Oh.
-You had a bad experience.

-God gave the gypsies
the right to steal.

Stealing from gypsies, however,
will fuck you inside and out.

-Sylvia made a mistake.

-We are the Marks family.
-Charlie!

-We don't want you to forget
who we are.

-Look, I'm gonna give you
the name of a neurologist.

She's a bit unorthodox,
but head trauma's her specialty.

-Get away from the window!

Your son doesn't
have Asperger's.

-I won't forget this.

-He used to be another man,
my Charlie.

-We have a very big whale
on our hands.

I want to take her down.

-You ready?

Cocksucker.

Motherfucking cocksucker.

He fucking rats out your sister
and stands there singing

while that cunt Rita
scars her for life?

And now he's outside
of our house.

-He's sending a message.

-Even by Roma standards,
they're being pretty fucked up.

-Imagine how fucked up
they would be

if they ever find out

we're not listening
to that message.

-You're not having
second thoughts, are you?

-No.

They deserve this,
and so do we.

So, the other day,

I'm walking down the street
and I'm multitasking,

which is a physical
impossibility, by the way.

I'm texting and I'm walking,

and I step in it.

Big, runny dog turd.

And from what my wife tells me,

you've stepped in it
with one of these assholes,

and that is a profession
full of turds.

There's no denying it.

-L-Linda told me that
you were in the business.

-I'm intuitive.

People tell me that
my intuitions sometimes help.

And sometimes my intuitions
are not all that helpful.

I don't do hocus-pocus,
no past lives,

no messages from Grandma.

-Oh, grandmothers.

Mine on both sides were,
well, awful, frankly.

-See, that -- these phonies,
they'll use that.

They'll register

that you had two grandmothers
that were bitches.

The implications -- that one
or both of your grandfathers

had mistresses.

One, I think.

Your father's father.
Swedish.

-Amazing.

Her name was Helga.

The housekeeper.

-You're giving away the tricks
of the trade here, honey.

-I just want Nadine to see
how easy it is to fool you.

It's called a cold reading.

There's nothing supernatural
to it.

Your house in this
neighborhood -- old money.

That's easy.

Bitchy women are often bitchy

because they're smart
and neglected.

Old money means
Scandinavian help.

Well, at least it did
back in the 1950s.

And, uh, if you had balked
at Swedish,

I would have done
some sort of double-talk

and backtracked around,
uh, Chinese.

-Wonderful.

-Well, it is
until they get you to the ATM

to take the curse
off your money.

-Oh.

How much did you give them?

-Almost $78,000.

I went at first, I --
-Oh, no, no.

I'd -- I'd rather not know
anything about your past.

Not yet.

It's your pride
even more than the money.

You open up, you trust.

-And step in dog... poop.

-I hope you can forgive
my husband's frankness.

I wish we could have been
more helpful.

-Um, I don't know what I
expected, really. It's just --

-Your husband --
Did you tell him all of this?

-Adam?
Oh, gosh, no.

-Not the supportive type?

-He's a real-estate developer.

-So no.

And he's out of town.

-How do you know that?

-Two cars in the driveway
middle of day, no one's home.

He's a real-estate developer.
He must travel.

-Yeah.

He's, uh, looking at
a shopping mall in, um...

Albuquerque.

Then one in El Paso,

and somewhere in Oklahoma
after that.

He'll be back in two weeks.

-Honey?

-I'm sorry.
Was I being weird?

-You were being
a little bit weird.

- I'm sorry.

Uh, you were seeing this,
uh, "psychic,"

and, uh, was it on
a regular basis?

-Yeah. Uh, two appointments
a week, like a therapist.

-She came here to your house?

-Uh, not at first, but then...

-You broke it off.

-About a month ago.

-She got angry.

-Very.

-You think amraya?
-If she was Roma.

They did tell her
there was a curse on her money.

-A curse.
-Mm.

-Is -- Is that what you sensed?

-My advice -- you look
like you can afford it --

cut your losses.

The Roma people, uh, gypsies --

though they don't prefer
that term --

if you're not one of them,
you are fair game.

-You have a good
security system, right?

-Oh, state of the art.

My husband's
a stickler for that.

-You'll be fine.
But just don't forget to set it.

-Take care of yourself.

-Oh. Thanks.
-Mm.

-So, you think the husband's

got something going on
in Albuquerque?

-Or El Paso or wherever he
goes on his real-estate trips.

You heard the tone.

-No kids?
-No.

-Makes it easier.

-"I'd rather
you didn't tell me."

-Just put the card back
in the deck.

Don't let me see it.

You are a master.

-We crossed a serious line
back there.

-You think?

-We could still turn it over
to Rita and Fonso,

tell them we primed the pump.

-Charlie.

-I just want us both
to say it out loud.

We crossed a serious line.

We did.

There's something else,
I think.

There's a ruin there.

Not the cheating husband.

She could turn out to be
a whale if we just...

- Charlie?

Honey?

-Yeah, I think it's cool.
It's from the dollar store.

-Yeah, super s-- Your mom
get that for you, or like...?

-Yeah.
-What are you doing?

-Documenting.

-Is that the, uh --
the Wellness project?

"My Life in 10 Minutes," yeah?
-Yeah.

-You got to do that part
about your parents, right,

and how they, like,
influenced you and shit?

-I do, yeah.

-Aren't they, like,
fortune tellers or something?

-No, not really.
My dad's an intuitive psychic.

The fuck?

-Is that like -- Is that,
like, crystals and shit?

I think that Pilot's mom

is, like, way into
all that new-age stuff.

-Are you guys going to
her kickback Friday?

-Fuck yeah, dude.

-What kind of name
is Pilot anyway, right?

-It's a fucking awesome name.

-Yeah, I wish my name was Pilot.

It would be chill
if we could get something.

C-Can you get anything?

-My brother just got back
from the clinic in Moab.

Trying to turn it around, but...

Besides, my guy's out.

-Well, you know, your brain
can only access the shit

that you memorize
when it's in the same state

as you were when
you were learning it, right?

That's why doing homework
on uppers is overrated.

-Uh, it's -- it's not
for studying.

It's -- It's for the party.

-Well, there's always weed.
-Well, weed's a given.

I'm looking for something
to go on top of the weed.

-Emma.

I got this.

-Seriously?
You know someone?

-Yeah.

Well, yeah, I think I might.
Yeah.

-That would be extremely cool.

-Here for a reading?

-Your perp alibied out.

-The angry boyfriend?

-We had probable cause.

Got him on misdemeanor steroids.

But he was at the gym spotting
the guy he sells steroids to,

even as your house
was getting shot up.

-So, we're here to ask again.

You have anything
you want to tell us?

-My life is an open book.
-Mm.

Well, how about we take a look
at that open book?

Client list.

Anything you'd like to share.

-This was a drive-by.

Why assume it has
anything to do with us?

You're scam artists.

Criminals, in my opinion.

A shooting in the vicinity
of criminal activity?

Math is easy.

-If it wasn't
the angry boyfriend,

then we were just,
like Linda said,

collateral damage.

-Yeah, be nice
to substantiate that.

-With, for example,
a client list.

Make sure you don't have
any more angry customers.

-I'm sorry,
You have to understand,

what I do, it's like
I'm a doctor or a priest.

I can't.

-Are you actually trying

to claim the sanctity
of the psychic couch?

That's fucking awesome.

Bullshit, but awesome.

-Well, I appreciate you...

-Hey, whoa.
-Honey?

You all right?

-I just, uh, got dizzy.

-Charlie needs his rest,
if you don't mind.

-Listen, if, uh, he's gonna
get all wobbly and shit

every time
we ask a tough question,

you might want to invest
in a fainting couch.

-Play nice.

-Oh, you were faking.

-Whatever works, right?

-I parked a few blocks away
when I saw the cops.

You need to get a better lock
on your back door.

-We gave the cops
the name of a guy,

but he alibied out.

We did not mention you.

-Did you think
I was here for that?

To lean?

Just the opposite.

Something you need to look at.

-It was his ears.

-Just like you said.

No Asperger's.

They took the cyst out
right then and there --

45 minutes.

His hearing is fine,
and he's happy.

I'm sorry about
what happened here.

I have a crew coming this
afternoon to fix your window,

the plaster, all of it.

My brother-in-law
is a contractor.

They do good work.
-You don't have to do --

-I wasn't all that forthcoming
with you guys...

about my business interests.

I didn't think you'd take me on
if I had been up front.

I'm sorry about that.

And you don't have to worry

about those cabrones
coming around anymore.

I'm on that, too.

You know, actually,
I was wondering

if you could see
if I was good to go on that.

-Uh, good to go?

-These guys are chumps, fools.

But fools can be dangerous.

-You're gonna pay these fools
a visit?

-Yeah, and I was hoping
that you could, you know,

take a look for a sign

and make sure I wasn't
walking into something.

-Why don't I come with you.

-I'm not going
to Disneyland here.

-I get that, but if I'm close,
I might sense something.

Then I can help.

-You would do that?

-You'd make it up to me.

-I'll be in touch.

-Thank you.

-Her name's Claudia Brewer.
Husband died two weeks ago.

She's a total mess.

That house was sick, bro.

-How'd you get in?

- Knocked on the front door.

Told them my car broke down
and my phone was dead.

I, uh, had to fake
a call to AAA,

but she totally bought it.

She stepped away,
I started snapping.

-Home brewing?
What's that about?

-Yeah, dead guy liked
to make his own beer.

Had this whole room
with all this gear and shit.

Couldn't get a photo,

but, uh, thought
it was something to work with.

-Nice.

-You're really going all out
on this one, boss.

What's the deal?

-The gypsy beast is hungry
and I got to feed it fast.

-You mean Fonso.

-I heard about what they did
to your sister, man.

It's fucked up.
I'm sorry.

-How many automatic writings
did you do this month?

-Six.

-Every time you do an automatic
writing with invisible ink,

you use 1.6 ounces.

So if I come over
and I check the ink supply,

I'll find 9.6 ounces gone,
not 11.5 or 12.8,

and I won't find
the ink supply watered down?

-It won't happen again.

-It will,
and I'll know when it does.

-Shit.

Are you gonna tell Fonso?

Depends.

I might need your help

with something Linda and I
are working on.

But I need to know
I can trust you,

that you'll keep it between us.

-Of course.

-I'm not fucking around, Ted.

You tell anyone what's going on,

and Fonso will
pay both of us a visit,

and it'll be much worse
than what happened to my sister.

Are we clear?

-Absolutely.
Whatever you need.

-We're closed today.

-Well, this is
a residential neighborhood.

I'm not sure you can even
operate a business.

-What are you,
the zoning commission?

-I'm your new neighbor
from across the street.

I'm Gary.

Hi, Gary.

Uh, I -- I think we're getting
off on the wrong foot.

-Yeah.
That already happened.

I know who you are.

I got your note --
I mean three notes --

about the sign
being too bright.

-Well, I -- I was
hoping to talk,

now that -- that you got
a replacement sign,

about something
a little less ostentatious.

-A man died, Gary.

-I just thought maybe you'd want
to be part of the neighborhood

and not just an eyesore.

-Hey.

Here's the thing, Gary.

You want to be a part
of the neighborhood,

maybe come over,
plate of cookies or something,

ask us nicely about the sign

instead of your
squirrelly-ass little notes

printed in, what,
four different fonts

and slipped in our mailbox
when no one's home.

I have things to do,
if you don't mind.

We're zoned "mixed use,"
by the way.

I was overwhelmed.

My questions were unanswered.

My world was closing in.

-I felt like
a change was coming.

And Heather told me,
"You need to leave him."

-I needed to know --

Was I ever gonna find
my one true love, my soul mate?

-Fuck me sideways.

Asshole put himself
in the commercial.

-Thinks he's
Colin fucking Hanks.

-...How I would meet her
and where that would happen,

and what I could do
to make sure that...

-Love the wardrobe.

Maybe you ought to get
some more gold chains.

-Maybe you ought to go
fuck yourself.

-Make fun,
but White Tony is raking it in

down there in the South Bay.

Both of you should
take lessons from him.

-Lessons in how to be
a douchebag.

Families like his give
our people a bad name.

What do you got for me?

-Something I think you'll like.

Claudia Brewer.
New widow.

Six-bedroom house
in old Pasadena.

I sent Ted over there
to visit her.

-Pasadena?

That sounds like
a lot of borai lavai.

-Oh, there's definitely
a lot of money there.

And she came to East Hollywood,
so she's open.

Yours for the taking.

-Husband brewed craft beer.

That's a good detail.

-I thought so.
-What else you got?

-That's all for now.

-Charlie, you're fucking
killing me, man.

I got the Chinese
and the Armenians moving west,

soaking up my beach business.

Yeah?

I need more leads.

-Maybe you should advertise
on the Internet,

star in your own spot.

-You're in a jaunty mood.

-Well, I can't help it.

I mean, Claudia's a gold mine,

and I'm really looking forward
to my cut.

-Why don't you have
a ponchik with me, huh?

-What?

-Ponchik.
They're like Armenian doughnuts.

When they're hot

can't beat the taste.

Careful.

There's cream filling inside

that will burn the fuck
out of you.

-Maybe he doesn't like those.

The fuck is wrong
with a doughnut?

Have one.
It won't kill you.

I'm not hungry.
Thank you.

-No repercussions
from that kick to your head?

Dick still works?

-Good as it ever did.

-That's a shame.

-Dosta!
Watch your language.

-Get the fuck out of here.
-Oh, "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

-Sorry, Ma.

Still owe me for Arcadia.

- Do you trust him?

-Much as I do any gadje.
Why?

-What if he knew
what his sister was doing

and he didn't tell you anything?

-Eh.

Guy tells me everything.

He wouldn't take a shit
in his own house

without asking
for my permission.

-The other day
before the council,

he came to me to ask for mercy
for his sister.

Were you aware of this?

-No.

-Well...then he doesn't
tell you everything.

What about his wife?

Did you ever ask her something?

I mean, she -- I saw her
at the council,

and she was so...cold,
so rude.

She was behaving
very strangely.

-People have
a tendency to do that

when they see a family member

getting their face
fucking carved up.

-Just woman's intuition.

You like Charlie,
and maybe he's being truthful.

But the dog you like is not
the dog that will bite you.

-Terry!

Get your ass down here!

-Head injuries --
there's no rule book.

Sometimes it's just
a couple brain farts,

sometimes two days after a bump
in the head, you don't wake up.

I'd like
to keep you overnight.

While you're in, we'll run
a full series of tests.

-What kind of tests?

-Well, there's one where
I drill a hole in your skull,

stick a small catheter
in your head.

Very unpleasant,
or at least it looks that way.

I mean...

I'm -- I'm joking.

- Oh.

-We'll just do
a follow-up CT and an MRI.

And I want to run
a full neuropsych assessment,

nothing that hurts.

What do you do for a living?

-I'm a...counselor,
essentially.

What, does that matter?
-No.

I just, uh --
I just find you interesting.

What kind of counseling?

-I'm more of an administrator.
I own several clinics.

You know, I'm an ordinary guy
and I don't do drugs

and my best drinking days
are behind me.

What happened to me,
this kind of brain injury,

could it -- could it change
the way I see things?

-Bad fish can change
the way you see things.

Can you be more specific?

-I'm hearing things.

Colors are too bright.

Time is out of joint.

-What does that mean?

What does that mean,
"time is out of joint"?

-You say you don't do drugs.

Back in the day,
you ever take acid?

-I grew up in Vegas.

That's pretty much
how you spent your weekends.

-Coming onto it,
the colors and sounds,

is that the sensation
you're describing?

-More or less.
-Yeah, okay.

Well, it's not dissimilar to the
aura that prefaces a migraine.

Usually it goes away.

-Then the headaches begin?

-Or the acid trip.

-I'm not reassuring you, am I?

-Not so much.

-Huh.

Well, there's no such thing
as sudden onset insanity,

if that helps.

-I mean, sometimes there are
instances of depression

or schizophrenia
after a blow like yours,

but those are things
you have to look forward to.

I mean,
if you're gonna schiz out,

it is not gonna happen
for a while yet, so...

Look, you're just gonna
have to lean on me --

on my expertise, right?

You're in the best hands
possible.

I mean, I'm awesome,
but like I said,

with head injuries,
there's just no rule book.

-So, how have you been?

-Great, yeah.

I mean, no complaints.

-And how is high school?

Are you settling in?
-It's good, yeah.

There's this girl I like.

Well, uh, she's a --
she's a year older than me.

But I think I might
be able to cope.

-What gives you
that impression?

-Have you ever driven
a Lamborghini?

My friend Chris says
the acceleration is just...

just insanely responsive.

-Okay, let's try
to stay on topic, hmm?

How are you doing academically?

-Better, yeah.
Better, I think.

-So, you find it easier
to focus?

What -- what are you doing?

I thought we would talk
a little about Nick's progress.

He still shows
attention issues.

You know, if -- if we were to
increase the medication to 30...

for the month,
as long as it doesn't

cause him
any trouble sleeping,

which hasn't seemed to be
a problem for him...

... he might benefit from it.

If we can see how he's doing
in a month or two,

then make a judgment...

-Tree, sleep, animal,
felt, besiege,

discretionary, usurp, desire.

Did you write these?

-They're standard.
Keep going.

-Heinous, egregious,
disingenuous.

- They're not on the test.

I can still drill
that hole in your head.

Fast as you can.

Do not lift the pencil
from the paper.

-Red, blue, green, blue,

red, blue, blue, green, blue,
green, red, blue, green --

-No, it doesn't work if
you're not looking at the paper.

- Did I get them right?

-No.
-Honey.

-Hey, babe.
Hey, buddy.

Hey, how was the appointment?

-It was okay.
-Yeah?

-Yeah.
He's making real progress.

-Good. Did the --
-Are they keeping you overnight?

-Oh, I'm afraid that's my fault.

Nora White.

Uh, you're Charlie's wife?

-Linda.
-Hi.

Well,
from what Charlie's saying,

he's still having symptoms,

so I thought it best
to keep him under observation.

While he was in, I just thought
I'd run him through the wringer.

-Well, maybe he doesn't want you
to run him through your wringer.

-Well, what kind of doctor
would I be

if I gave him a choice?

So, I just want
to finish up this one,

and then I'm gonna put you
back in the machines.

So, I need him to myself.

I'm sorry,
the tests are compromised

if there's anyone else
in the room

when they're administered.

-Would you mind if I said
goodbye to my husband

before you get back
to your tests?

See you tomorrow.

-What are you guys
gonna do tonight?

-I'm gonna work
on my Wellness project.

-Good.
-A little DIY TV, glass of wine,

"Rehab Addict," and out.

Mmm.

Amazing stuff -- Arnica.

Soothing.

It'll heal.

-I like the way it feels.

In the shower.

I feel the water on it.

I think of you.

Mmm.

What'd you do today?

-Some errands.

Took my son to therapy.

-Therapy?
-Mm.

He's got ADHD,
some anxiety stuff.

-True what they say
about L. A. kids --

all shrunk and medicated.

-I'm medicated.

That gonna be a problem?

-Only if it fucks
with your orgasm.

-That just means you're
gonna have to work harder.

-Is this your usual bent?
-My bent?

-Hmm.
-Mm-hmm.

-Am I your first trip
down lesbo lane?

-I hope this doesn't
hurt you to hear.

You're not my first anything.

-Oh.

Fuck yeah.

Fuckin' Gina.

-Yeah, what?
-Yeah, Fonso.

You're not gonna believe this.

-You're in counseling, you said?

-More or less.
-Mm.

I thought about doing
something like that.

I grew up in the church.

For a while,
I thought I'd be a nun.

-How come that didn't work out?
-I like sex too much.

But it's wonderful, isn't it?

Being able to change lives.

People who aren't a part of that
have no idea.

So, I've written you up
for Valium

in case
you're experiencing anxiety,

and for Risperdal --
It's an anti-seizure drug.

I want you to take it
for two weeks.

It has some dire side effects
I need to warn you about.

You might grow breasts.

Great.

You know, I've had some baseball
players over the years --

as patients.

Balls to the head, bats.

The one thing they all had
in common -- baseball wives.

No nonsense,
really good with the books,

really tough customers.

Sometimes trauma and injury

can provide the injured party

with a way to check out
of a stressful environment --

like a vacation, if you will.

-You're suggesting
that I faked all of this

to get away
from my baseball wife?

-Well, a Freudian might offer

that you went out looking
for that blow to the head,

but I am not a Freudian
by any stretch.

No, I'm suggesting that
something in your basic nature

is rebelling against
what you've become

and is using your injury as an
excuse to try other... options.

You know what, fuck this.

I think you're gonna be fine.
I looked at your test.

I know you're gonna be fine.

Your brain is fine, and you are
not gonna have a seizure,

so if you are feeling anxious,
call me.

-Okay.

-But actually, okay,
had we known that Pilot's house

was like this, or we would have
come around a lot more --

Hey.

-I -- I hooked us up.

-Splendid.
What'd you get?

-Uh, Adderall.
30s.

-Aw, seriously, dude?

This is disappointing.

You said you could get us drugs.
Adderall's not drugs.

It's --
it's fucking gummy bears.

Well, fuck it.
Let's just get drunk.

-You did say
you could get us drugs.

-Home early.

Tough night?

-You ever wish
you were other people?

Come here.

Honey.

Mm.

Other people's lives
aren't all that great.

-So, tell me,

why'd you really want
to come with me?

-I answer to some
very nasty people,

and I need to move up
the food chain.

I'm sure you can respect that.

-Top of the food chain --
only place to be.

-I'd feel a lot better
if I knew you had my back.

-You saved my life.
You fixed my kid.

Whatever you need...

you're covered.

The guy frying,
he was like a nephew to me.

And he's gonna tell me

that he had nothing to do
with any drive by.

And I want to believe him.

I want you to tell me
if I shouldn't.

You coming?

-Let's go, ándale.

-No.
-Okay.

-Manny.

-Hey.
-Hey.

-Eduardo, man.
Long time.

-It's good to see you.

We need to get you
a better job.

-Oh, man, that'd be sweet.

The hours here,
they're fucking with my head.

-Mm.

You know, I was out
in North Hollywood yesterday.

I thought I saw you driving
that shit heap out there.

-No, man.
-Oh?

-I work, I sleep, I shit, I eat.
I got no time for nothing else.

-That's weird, 'cause I really
thought it was you.

-My cousin, from time to time,
I let him take the car,

you know,
while I'm working and shit.

-Petey?
That cousin?

-No, man.
You don't know this one.

He just come up.

-He's lying.

-Who the fuck are you,
I'm lying?

Who's this guy, Eddie?

-Yeah.
I think so, too.

- Aah!

When they're hot,
can't beat that taste.

-...Very close
to where I'm standing.

Utilities got out
as quickly as they could,

but they were not able to...

They're doing
everything they can.

... and flooding, it's all
up and down the canyon.

-You like it bloody, right?

-Nick's asleep in his bedroom.

-Please.
Have a seat.

-Charlie will be home soon.

-Oh, where is Charlie boy?

-With a client.

-This time of night?

Did you know his sister
was doing bujo?

Stealing from me
and not telling me?

- No.

I know about your kamardi.

Little lady, huh?
On the side.

Huh?

My people...

...they tend to find
those relationships... unclean.

Me?

I'm a modern man.
I make no judgments.

Thing is, you picked
the wrong grunter joovi.

Spill a drink on any map,
whatever town that's wet,

she's been run out of.

She's trouble,
but maybe you like that, hmm?

-What do you want, Fonso?

-I want to know
why you're with her.

Hypnotism isn't
your area of expertise,

so just making sure
you're not conducting

any unauthorized side business.

-I'm just fucking her.

That's all.

-Fair enough.

Word gets back to me
that it's anything else,

then your secret's out.

Maybe Charlie isn't
your concern.

Think about what
it would do to Nick, hmm?

When he finds out.

-I'm not conducting any
unauthorized side business.

Now get the fuck
out of my house.

- Oh.

Ugh.