All language subtitles for Shut.Eye.S01E06.WEB-DLRip.Rus.Eng.CasStudio

-Previously on "Shut Eye"...
-My cousin, cousin Lou,

he gets up to use the toilet,
doesn't come back.

-They teach the girls
how to give a sweet blow job

at the same time
they teach 'em to read,

or is that a separate class?

-I had nothing to do
with cousin Lou.

-You said you had something
for me?

-Scopolamine.
Too much, not a good thing.

That girl died

because of crap you brought
into my house.

It could have been my son.

-Get the fuck away from me.
-I'm sorry.

-Hey, did you see Emma
before she left?

-No, honey.

-Your perp alibi'd out.

So we're here to ask, again.

You have anything
you want to tell us?

-$1.7 million?
-Closer to $1.8 million.

-That is get out of town money.

- Love is stronger than death.

It's a sign.
He's sending us a message.

-Miles.
-Fancy lady. You tell Fonso?

-That I have a rich client?
I have a few of 'em.

-You're working her long.
-What do you want?

-Give me my piece,
or I tell Fonso.

Charlie sent you?

-You really need to stop being
a pain in the ass to him.

-I'm supposed
to just wait for God

to tell me what horrible thing
is supposed to happen next?

-There's a less exotic
possibility

that I'd like to rule out.

You're not claustrophobic,
are you?

-Hey, are you okay?

Your MRI showed no swelling,

no increased activity
in your pineal gland,

which means we have
ruled out the physical.

-So what are we back to?
Messages from up high?

Demonic possession?
-What happened?

-I was underwater
and I-I couldn't breathe.

-That's...awful.

-You gave me mushrooms.

No, I want Big Pharma! Pills!

Real pills from real chemists,

the kind that will turn
this shit off.

-Listen, these messages
from your unconscious,

from your soul -- I mean,
call it whatever you will --

I think that there's a way
to clarify them,

a way to read them, a way to --
-And I -- they're very readable.

I had a vision of burning flesh,
and guess what? A woman burned.

People die every day.

I just don't wanna know
about it.

I want -- just want this shit
to stop.

-If you're asking me,
I don't think it will.

-Day kow tem.
-No, no, thank you.

-Nie lashow guess.

I had a dream this would happen.

-Isn't it, um...

unusual for someone
to linger on like this?

-You can never underestimate
a person's will to survive.

-Take that away!

Filthy gadji.
Gurav ki day kuy mulí.

-Oh, I'm so glad you're here.

Oh. Arakul la o del.

Poor Fabiana.

Linda.

I didn't expect
to find you here.

-Oh, well, we were concerned.
-Ah.

-Fabiana is our employee.

-Yeah, only for a few days.

After what happened to
your sister-in-law, now this...

You'd almost think
we put a curse on you.

-How is she?

-Fucking White Tony.

-Charlie and Linda,
Such concern for your employees.

No, Sergei, not the Houdini.

It hurts my back.

-Fabiana? Fabiana?

Sahs yahg. Barvalí.

-What is she saying?

-"Fire"? "Rich"?

-Lovai.

-Money.
-Money.

-Lovai, lovai.
-Minerva?

Yeah, we -- we found her.
She's fine.

We'll take very good care
of her.

We'll feed her.
I don't want any money.

I don't want any money, Fabiana.

- Quick, get the nurse!

-Yoy devla so golopay?!

-She's beautiful.

She your girlfriend?
- No, no.

Uh, we were just friends.

We were just hanging out.

-Like Netflix and chill
hanging out?

-No.

-So, Nick, what was Emma doing
at your house?

-We were going to do homework.
-You said "going to."

What did you guys do instead?

-We listened to music,
then she left.

-Did she say anything about
where she was going?

Was she planning on
running away?

-No, no, no, no, no. Um...

the opposite of that, actually.
-How do you mean?

- She said that
she had run away before,

but when she did,
she missed her family.

-We found Emma's phone.
It died on a bus in Bakersfield.

But we got Emma's text log in,
and you sent her a message.

"Sorry."

The weird thing is, no one's
heard from her after that.

What was it that you had
to be sorry about?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't understand why she left.

I don't know where she is.

I miss her.
-What were you sorry about?

-I miss her!
-That's enough.

-What the hell do you think
you're doing?

-Detective Jackson,
Juvenile Division.

-How dare you come into our home

and question my son
without either of us here?

-We're not questioning him.

We're looking for help
finding a missing girl.

-Your son's
the last known person

to have seen Emma Gilbert
before she disappeared.

-Get out of my house.

Out.

Is that tourmaline?

-Yeah, it grounds the space,
absorbs, uh, difficult emotions.

You working Missing Persons now?

-No, just, uh, heard your name
mentioned, tagged along.

Listen, there's, uh,
something you should know.

There's a psychic fraud
task force now.

That mailman got shot here,
woman burned at another parlor.

The D. A.'s crackin' down.

We're gonna go after
every "bridge to the beyond"

you ever sold.

The "L. A. Times" will
be plastered

with your pretty little
psychic face.

So whatever scams
you got working,

you need to kiss 'em goodbye.

-I don't work scams.

I help people
who ask for my help.

That's all I do.

-Well, those other lowlifes
who do scam,

their psychic ship is
going down.

And if you don't bail,

you're gonna go down
right along with it.

-I'm a pretty good swimmer.

-You're in shark-infested
waters, Charlie.

Swimming ain't gonna help.

-I found a really good one, mom.

I know.

I know. I did. I...

No, mom, it's not like
we don't have our problems,

but we're working it through.

I know.

No, this time, I'm gonna do
everything I can

to make it work.

-Programming it.

Different nights,
different times.

-Only the best
for Nadine Davies.

-Nick okay?

-That detective shook him up
pretty badly.

That fucking asshole.
He's just a kid.

-But he's our kid,
so he'll be fine.

He's just worried about
the girl. She'll turn up.

-What'd the new cop want?

-They're starting
a task force now,

coming after the families.

-Hmm. Too bad we can't just
let the chips fall.

-What she suggests,
the noise it will make,

if we might be working
on something

that would be compromised.

She don't know the half of it.

-Fabiana gone,

we don't have to worry about her
on telling Fonso,

but now Fonso thinks
it's White Tony who killed her.

-Well, he goes after White Tony,

we've got a war
and a task force.

-Thought you might want these.

-Um, put 'em on the mantel.

I think I may have found
a saint.

Patient of mine,
blow to the head.

He's having what I call visions,
but -- but real ones.

He's getting, he said,
glimpses of the future.

You know how he described it?

He said that it -- it was like
time is out of joint.

I mean, isn't that beautiful?
-Sounds schizophrenic to me.

-No, but there's
no physical source.

I ran all the tests, Denny.

I mean, he saw something,
and then it actually happened.

-Okay, so is this a "high on
your own supply" situation?

You know, like you started
hitting the mushrooms.

-No, this is
a real world real,

not altered state real.

I saw him have a vision.
-I-I'm sorry, but how do you --

how do you see someone
have a vision?

-I don't know,
but I just know it's true.

And if he really
is seeing something,

I mean -- and just give me that.

Just give me that
for a second, okay?

If he is, then the only other
obvious question is, "Why?"

-And this is where
your sainthood notion comes in?

-"God doesn't play dice."
Albert Einstein.

- Well, "A man hears
what he wants to hear,

disregards all the rest."
Paul Simon.

Now, what I think
is happening, again,

is that you're not dealing
with your life.

Our dog died,
so did our marriage.

Now sooner or later, you're
gonna have to face reality.

-Why?

- Ted went all out.

-He got a deal.

-Could be too much
for our dear neighbor Gary.

-Ah, civilians.

You ready for this?

-Is anyone ever ready
for a gypsy funeral?

A blow job joke?! You jackass!

You want to start a war
over a blow job joke?!

-It was about
your granddaughter.

-This is business.
You don't lose your temper.

-Cousin Lou insulted our family.

-We have been insulted before.

You can't go and kill someone
every time we are insulted.

Think of what you've done!

- So what do we do?

-What our people always do --

The best we can.

-Go sit in the car.

-Thank you.

-My respect.

-Nice turnout.

-Paying their respects

so they don't get haunted
by the deceased.

Remember, do not say her name.

They'll freak out.

-Yeah, we don't want her
haunting us.

-Mm.

My cousin out of my hair,
I'm not exactly heartbroken.

But I had to drop a mint
on all this.

And that's on top
of the insult of fucking...

... White Tony setting her
on fire.

She was family.

-Fonso!

I'm so sorry about your cousin.

Although from all accounts,

she had it coming.

Ah, she was a bitch.

A first-rate bitch,
no doubt about it.

But still, it's a loss.

-A loss which, for the record,
I had nothing to do with.

-That's exactly what
I was telling my mother.

See, she's afraid --
the bad blood,

the misunderstanding
about your cousin.

Now this, huh?

She thinks it's some kind
of an eye-for-an-eye shit.

-Well, I can assure you, nothing
could be further from the truth.

-Okay.

-Rita.
-Mm.

-Sorry for your loss.

-Ah, she had such temper.

She made a lot of enemies.

You know, Charlie, my son has
great respect for you.

-He has a funny way
of showing it.

-Oh, it's complicated.

I want ask you to help me today

to keep an eye on him, hmm?

A war is good for no one.

-I couldn't agree more.

-Fonso.

Say something...nice.

-Uh, if everyone could
gather around,

uh,. we can get on with this,
please.

Uh, I'll keep it short...

'cause I know we're
all drunk and hungry, so...

Um...

What can I say about my cousin?

She was...

what I would call "oversized."

A woman of appetites.

Uh...

mm, she loved her cat.

Uh, but, um...

it's true, she could
find faults with others.

Uh, but, uh, with some people,

you know,
what can you do, hmm?

There's faults.

But, uh, on a positive note,

congratulations
to Tamás and Sonya, huh?

Celebrating their
one-year anniversary today.

Sorry it had to fall
on such a sad day.

There's a fantastic spread
over at the hall.

The shrimp is gonna be great.

Uh, so unless any...

anyone else has a word?

It would only be appropriate
to speak

if you had something
very nice to say.

Okay.

-It's -- it's just...

look, that part of my life
is over now.

I mean, seeing psychics?
I-I don't do that anymore.

-Which is a good thing.

-A-and I'm completely sober,
okay?

I-I've done, like,
a complete 180.

-Listen, sobriety is
a wonderful thing.

But you were Fabiana's client.

She took your money.
You filed a complaint.

And when Rita Marks takes over
your psychic well-being,

she steals even more money
from you.

She took advantage of you,
Roger.

And now, in your sobriety,
you get to make amends.

Rita will know, okay?
She has a way. I...

Oh, I don't
know if I can talk to her.

-What, she has some sort
of evil eye thing?

- She can...

just... get inside a person,
you know?

She's very...empathetic.

-You come in,
you heard about Fabiana,

you wanted to pay your respects.

-Yeah, the most important thing
is just getting Rita on record

saying she took your money.

That's it.

-I don't know, you guys.

-Nice spread.
-Thanks.

Love a good spread.

Thank you for coming.

-The mulí is, like,
super creepy.

-She totally heard you.

Her fat-ass spirit
is gonna haunt you forever.

-You guys seriously
believe that?

-Tamás and Sonya are so cute.

Of course, always.

-It's child abuse.

They're not even old enough
to drive.

-I can't wait to get married.

-Eyes down. Don't look
at your husband for a year.

Sounds fucking wonderful.

I can't wait to be a maid.

-How much for you, Drina?

-Do you see a "for sale" sign?

-Have you paid your respects
to the mulí?

-We're all settled up,
thank you.

-You think we have
strange custom, don't you?

Someone dressed up like
the deceased,

representing her
on special occasions,

settling her affairs.

-We're used to your ways by now.

-Remind me. Where is
the deceased in all this?

-Oh, haunting the Earth
with her restless soul.

-Mm.

-Excuse me.

- You look beautiful.
- Oh. Thank you.

-Rita, I-I'm not sure
you remember me.

-Of course. Roger.

A man files a complaint against
one of my cousins,

I don't forget him.
- I...

I did drop those charges.

-Yes, you did.

-I-I just wanted to pay
my respects.

You look beautiful in black.

Well, in..

in any color, really.

Uh...can I...

get you a drink?
-Yes.

Brandy, neat.
-Brandy, coming up.

-The man at the end of the bar
is wearing a wire.

He tugs on his collar, reaches
inside his breast pocket.

He's nervous. And there's
a food truck outside.

It's closed for lunchtime.

They're after Rita.

Mmm, it's so tempting
just to watch her go down.

-We'll go down with her.

Consolation prize --
you can go tell her.

-That man out there.
-Roger?

Oh, he's an old friend of mine.
-Is that right?

-Mm-hmm. Yeah.
He asked me for a drink.

Is that hard to believe?

-He's wearing a wire.

-What, do you expect me
to thank you?

-That was fun.

-How do you think
she'll play it?

-Mm. I know what I would do.

Oh, Roger.

-Have you been working out?

- I have been spinning, actually.

I'm...I'm sober now.
I'm eating healthy.

My -- my fiancée, Sharon,
she's a good cook.

You know, quinoa, salmon.
We're very good for each other.

-Oh, I always knew that
a smart woman

was going to snatch you up.

Remember, I told you
your ex... uh, Michelle?

She wasn't your soul mate.

-I seem to remember paying
a lot for that insight.

-Where's yours?

-Oh, I-I-I don't drink anymore.

-Oh, it's bad luck
not to drink at the funeral.

You don't want the evil spirits
to come after you again.

Another brandy, please.

-No, no, I-I-I --
-No, just one. Just one.

-Here you go, ma'am.
-Here.

Come on, one sip.

-Okay, just a sip.

-Isn't he in A. A.?

-Of course, tap dancing comes
from flamenco dancing,

gypsy dancing, of course.

Sir.

-It's all about tapping.
-Flamenco?

-Yes.
-So -- so you tap dance, too?

Of course. Of course I do.

Oh. Mmm.

I'd like to see that here.
-No, no, no, you cannot.

You cannot dance at funerals.
-Oh, no?

-No, you can't do that, no.
-What can you do?

I'm sorry.

-Follow me.
-Uh...

What are you doing?

- Get undressed.
- What?

- Pull down your pants.
- Oh.

-Come on, honey. Roger.

What? Oh. Oh.

- Come on.
- Oh.

Ah.
-Yes.

- Ah. Ah.

Oh, that's nice.

Oh. Oh, that's nice.

-Tell me you love me.

- I love you.

Louder.

I love you!
- Louder.

- I love you!
- Oh, no, no.

-Your boy's credibility
is fucked.

-Food is a great idea.
You know, uh...

Jesus H, I been waiting
for this shrimp all day.

-Oops. Oh! Oh, oh, oh, oh!

Ohh!
-Easy, easy, easy, easy.

-You know, it's a shame
you under-ordered.

You know, buy the appropriate
amount of food for the event.

That's what I always say.

-Easy. Easy.
-Whoops.

-Mmm.
-It's cool. It's cool.

I'll have another brandy, huh?

I'll get some In-N-Out Burger
on the way home.

They're really good.

Really good.

-There are police outside,
Fonso.

You gotta...play it cool.

-Police?
-Yeah.

-Absolutely.

Low key.

- Uhh!
- Stop it!

-Did Nadine call?

-Not yet, but she will.

-I haven't seen that
since Vegas.

-I got it out a few days ago.
I-I made a few adjustments.

Nothing up my sleeve.

Do you like it?

-I've always liked it.

I'm good with my hands.

You wanna see another trick?

-Make me disappear.

-Mm.
-Thanks.

Cheers.

- Mmm.

I'm gonna need
another one of those.

-I like that blouse.

-Thank you.
-Is it silk?

You are so beautiful.

- So, Celine...

where did you grow up?

-Between Connecticut and Europe.

You like Europe, don't you?

-Mm-hmm.

-I love those.

-They're from India.

You can take your fingers

and place them
on your wife's... hand.

The other hand.

Yes.

And now...

you can take
your strong fingers

and slowly slide her ring down.

All the way off.

Feels good, doesn't it?

Now...

you can take my hand...

... and slide the ring
down my finger.

Yes.

-Ted doesn't see it.
-Ted doesn't see what?

-I bring you
this totally dope sign.

I mean, my boys stole this
from Fontana,

which is, like,
way to fucking gone...

... and you replace it

with this, uh, piece of shit

any fool can order
off of Amazon.

- Hmm

Subtlety -- not Ted's thing.

-No one ever accused Teddy
of subtle.

-Anyone ever talk to you
about the third person thing?

-Teddy out.

-Dr. White.

-I am sorry to barge in on you.

I got your address
from Charlie's chart. I, uh...

I just wanted to check in.
-Come in.

Yeah, um,

When Charlie said he was
in the self-help industry,

I didn't exactly picture
tarot cards.

-He's an intuitive.

The cards, the candles,

they're really just meant
to be doors in.

Like, um...
Oh, God, what are they called?

The, uh...the ink blots?

-Rorschach.
-Exactly.

They're images
that trigger responses

in our clients and Charlie.

-It's like zero point energy.
-I don't know what that is.

-It's a quantum mechanics
concept.

It suggests that thoughts
can become matter.

It also can explain intuition,

like the "doors of perception"
that you were talking about.

-I'm beginning to see it.
-See what?

-I was having trouble
picturing a doctor

who tells her patient
to take mushrooms.

-Dr. White
came by to check in on you.

-You got the call from Nadine.

I will leave you two.
Don't let her slip you any acid.

The "self-help" industry?

-Well, if I said I was
a psychic,

it would sound like Scientology,
then walls come up.

- For a good reason.

Why don't you show me
where the magic happens?

Nice décor.

Early bland.

-It's called
"non-confrontational."

-What's the, uh,
what's the story with those?

-"Vanitas and veritas"?

Uh, my, uh, mother,
in between loser boyfriends,

would take up hobbies.

Square dancing,
weaving, mosaics.

-I guess she wasn't
the first person in your family

with a gift.

Your head is healing nicely.

You know, a suspicious person
would say

that you're faking your injury,

looking for a scientist
to validate bullshit.

-Whoa, whoa, whoa, this...
What I do here --

-Is bullshit.

-How do you know
I'm not helping people?

-I'm not stupid, Charlie.

-I'm not scamming you.

-I'm just commenting on what
a suspicious person would say.

I'm an open, trusting person.

I mean, have you ever
told anyone

you can cure their cancer?

-It's more complicated
than that.

-That's shitty.

I believe you.
The visions and the glimpses

of the future,
call them whatever you want.

I want to help you find out
why they're happening.

-Why? Why do you believe me?

-For the same reason
you believe you.

We both know this isn't
something that just happened.

I mean, this is special.

-Special?
-Yeah.

I mean, if you are truly
getting glimpses

of, for want of a better word,
the future,

then maybe, just maybe,

it's because you're meant
to affect the outcomes.

Maybe you're being given
choices here.

-Why? Why would the universe
or God or whatever

give choices to me,
of all people?

Why?

-Okay, you know what?
So you're a shitheel.

Tons of shitheels
got visitations.

Buddha, Gandhi, St. Augustine.

They were all creeps.

-So because I'm a shitheel,

you think I'm a saint?

-Yeah.

Yeah, that's what I'm saying.

-Sometimes things aren't
exactly what they seem,

and sometimes...
what they seem

is exactly what they are.

-So it was definitely him.
-The séance awoke his spirit.

He was drawn to your pain.

-And now he's trapped.

You didn't bring anything home
from the séance, did you?

-The baseball.

Miles' spirit is stuck
between the worlds

of the living and the dead.

But now something else
is keeping him here,

something that...

something that belongs to him...

-I didn't take anything else.

-I don't think it was
the baseball.

I think there's something else.

I sense something more...

sizable, something that,
somehow, is his

that's -- that's...

that's connected.
It's connected to your son.

And the draw of this thing
is too strong.

I...

-I am holding on to
something big

that's here in the house.

-Is there any way you'd
be willing to show it to me?

- It's Adderall Boy.

Careful, there might be
a teacher in the bushes.

-That wasn't my fault.

You guys heard anything
from Emma?

-Ah, poor Adderall Boy.
She caught you with the feels.

-I just need to know
where the fuck Emma went,

then you assholes can dump on me
all you want.

-Us, too, man.
It's actually really sad.

-Partake?

-You like it?

I got it for you.

Pawned a big old fucking ring.

Granite counters.

Marble bath.

-I don't want you in my life.

-Brand-new mattress.

-I told you, you're not
my first anything.

-But you fell in love with me.

-I ruin things.

I break them.

-I know.

-And sometimes,

I just want more,

so I can break them.

I told you. I'm already broken.

I fucking hate you.