All language subtitles for Somebody.Somewhere.S02E01.1080p.WEBRip.x265-RARBG[eztv.re]

(birds chirping)

♪ I was born in Kansas ♪

♪ I was bred in Kansas ♪

♪ And when I get married ♪

♪ I'll be wed in Kansas ♪

♪ There's a true blue gal ♪

♪ Who promised she would wait ♪

♪ She's a sun, sunflower ♪

♪ From the sunflower state ♪

♪ She's a sunflower ♪

♪ She's my sunflower ♪

♪ And I know we'll never part ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh... ♪

- So many hotties out today.
- Joel: Yeah.

(birds chirping)

- You see that guy?
- Yeah, I see him.

- Slim-fit, high-waisted jean?
- Uh-huh, it certainly is.

- And a sensible sneaker.
- Oh, yes, ma'am.

Usually not my thing,
but I'll pound it.

Oh, I'm gonna pound it, too.

- (both laugh)
- What about this?

Leather jacket on
an unseasonably warm day?

- Oh, he was big in the '80s.
- (laughs)

But at least we know he doesn't
mind getting sweaty, right?

- (laughs) Exactly!
- I kinda like that.

- Yeah, pound it!
- Pound it! (laughs)

I want somebody to be
just as sweaty as I am.

I wanna know they're
putting in the fuckin' work.

(both laugh)

Oh, 10,000. Done!

- (laughs)
- Oh God,

how can we get our steps
every single day,

and yet my pants
are still tight?

I don't know.
Maybe you oughta get on that elastic band life.

- Then you never really
know what's goin' on. - (laughs)

- Seriously?
- You seeing this?

I mean, that,
that's disgusting.

I bet he wakes up
every morning

and gives her
a sweet little kiss

- right on the tip
of her clitoris. - (phone buzzes)

- (laughs) Gross. Sam!
- What?

- (buzzing)
- Ah...

- Hey, Trish.
- Tricia (on phone): Hey, you gotta meet me.

- I have Dad's list.
- Like, right now?

I'm kinda
in the middle of someth--

Tricia:
Meet me in an hour

and please do not
keep me waiting 'cause

- I have like 600,000--
- I'll be there!

- Fuckin' Tricia.
- Mm.

- You know what
she would never do? - What?

- She'd never play
"pound it or pass." - (scoffs) Her loss.

Seriously.
Like, look at that guy.

- Well you know
he loves poetry. - Joel: (laughs) Yeah.

Really, really, really
enjoys infomercials.

- Oh, can't wait to
tell you about his day. - Yeah.

Hates Cher.

- No, he doe-- Who hates Cher?
- I mean, this guy.

- Oh, well, then pass.
- Pass?!

Sam:
I'm not pounding that.

Oh, you coulda
had it so good.

Where is Roger?
He's late today.

There he is.

Oh.

Okay.

I'm glad he's okay.

You did the right thing.

- Wanna do another lap?
- Why would we do that?

- It'll be fun.
- No, it won't. (laughs)

- Okay, we can just
go back to the car. - Okay, you ready?

Well, first, can I just
tell you something?

- No. Joel...
- Well, since we don't have time to do another lap,

- I have time to say this.
- No, no, please. Joel.

Don't do it. Don't ruin
this moment, please.

I really love you.

- Joel. Joel!
- (laughs)

- Sam: Come on.
- (laughing)

I'm doing another lap!
You got me!

- Joel: I love you.
- Sam: You know I don't have the infrastructure

- to go this fast!
Stop talking! - I love you!

♪ ♪

(breeze blowing)

Tricia:
I mean, I don't know why he sent this to me.

You're the one
who told him to go.

Sam:
Well, you're the responsible one.

- Tricia: Didn't you teach him
how to use a cell phone? - Sam: I did,

- but I-I don't know.
I guess it didn't work. - Tricia: Guess not.

Alright, well,
this is all good.

Uh, "Made it to the airport
in plenty of time.

Had an aisle seat."
That's fascinating.

- "Made friends with
the stewardess." - Of course.

(laughs) Um...

"Wish you girls
could see the boat.

"Uncle Frank really
restored it good.

"Grilling up steaks tonight.

Setting sail
tomorrow morning."

Okay, here's our to-do list.

- It's extensive.
- Fuck.

"Number one, visit
your mother every day."

(scoffs) Let's start
that one tomorrow.

"Put in storm windows, vacuum,
feed chickens, mow lawn,

check sump pump,
clean out barn."

I-I can't-- I cannot deal
with this right now!

I just can't!
I mean, I gotta go.

I gotta go to work,
gotta pack Shannon up. I mean--

- Okay, alright.
- This was your idea anyway! I hate farming.

- We're not farming, Tricia!
We're unfarming! - (opens car door)

And...

Come on. Aren't you glad

he's finally doing
something for himself?

Well... the timing sucks.

Alright. I'm gonna
come by later to say goodbye to Shannon.

- Tricia: Okay.
- I wanna give her some of my old KU shirts.

- Okay.
- She didn't tell you I got her a fake ID, did she?

I mean, I'm pretty sure
you're kidding, but...

- (laughs) I'm kidding.
- (car engine starts)

But I did tell her
where to get one.

You're not funny.

I think it's funny.

Of course, you were
talking to your neighbor.

(laughs)

(Sam sighs)
I gotta clear out the barn.

- Remind me, I need
to get trash bags. - Joel: Mm.

Oh, fuck, you know what?
I already made a list.

Why can't I remember
anything anymore?

- Menopause?
- Perimenopause.

- (laughs) What's the difference?
- Fuck, nobody knows.

(both laugh)

It should be an easy flip.
It's just like an older couple.

They're real sweet,
in town for the game.

And I locked
up all of my crystal in the owner's closet.

- Lesson learned.
- Good.

I can't believe
I let you cut my hair.

Oh, but it's so...
(clicks tongue) kitty.

- It is kitty, right? Kitty.
- So kitty. I'd pound that.

- Hey.
- Here's your hazelnut and soy milk latte for your husband.

- (laughs)
- Oh, here you go, honey.

- Kisses.
- (both laugh)

We better get you home.
I know the caffeine gets you horny.

(laughs) Oh yeah.

♪ I'm just soaking wet ♪

♪ Oh, I'm so wet, oh ♪

♪ So fucking wet, ow-ow,
watch out! ♪

- (both laugh)
- (horn honks)

(chirping)

- Should we do our stretches?
- (sighs) Yeah.

- (groans)
- One, two, three. (grunts)

(both laugh)

Ugh, I really wish tonight

wasn't a designated
non-drinking night.

What are you talking about?
We just had two DNDNs in a row.

- We did?
- Yeah! It's definitely time for a DN,

unless you cheated.

- Joel, I would never!
- (laughs)

Okay, then.
Let's go out, you know?

Go downtown, take
your mind off things.

- My friend Carla, from yoga,
she said that-- - Oh, my God, Joel!

You know I hate when you
talk about your yoga friends.

- I know, but she's
different. She's-- - Oh, stop! NNP, Joel.

- What's NNP?
- No new people!

Especially somebody that can
touch their nose to their twat.

- It's not natural.
- (laughs)

- But she's different.
She's pregnant. - Oh, strike two.

- (both laugh)
- (keys jingle)

I will never give her a chance.

- Joel: They left it unlocked.
- Sam: Oh, that's good.

- Yo! Oh! Sam! Oh, my God!
- Ah! What the fuck is this?

Joel:
There is a clear no-pet policy.

- Sam: Oof. Can't believe
you stepped in it. - Joel: I know.

The smell is
living in my nose.

I don't know if I can
come back from this.

Oh, Joel, we're burning
those shoes tonight.

(scoffs) These are
my good step shoes!

- Not anymore.
- (sighs)

What about this?

You think pa-pah counts
as organic matter?

Oh yeah.

Hey, Steve!
Does this stuff work on dog shit?

- You got a mess?
- Joel: Steve,

it's really bad.

It's really bad.
(laughs)

Yeah, that should do it.

- Let's load it up.
- Alright.

I'm getting at least two.

- One more.
- (laughs) Okay.

Do you think they
have snacks here?

- Oh, they do, actually.
I do know that for a fact. - Oh.

♪ ♪

(birds chirping)

- (insects buzzing)
- (breeze blowing)

(doors creaking, squeaking)

(sighs)

Fuck.

Oh, my God...

Holy shit.

I ain't got
nowhere to put it.

♪ ♪

Ah, fuck.

(squeaking)

(banging)

(panting)

(muttering)

(panting)

(sighs)

Oh. (snorting laugh)

(panting)

♪ ♪

(sighs) Alright. Well...

think this is it.

- Oh boy. Yeah?
- Okay, one thing.

I hate the sign.
I don't really want that shit in my dorm room.

Oh, excuse me.
That is the shit that paid for your dorm room,

so it stays.

- Okay, fine.
- (laughs)

You know, it just
seems like yesterday

we were dropping
you off at kindergarten.

Mom...

Shan, I'm just
so proud of you.

You're just the best kid.

Oh, you look gorgeous
for your first day!

- I can't stand it.
- (embarrassed laugh)

Okay, let me just get
one more picture, okay?

You pose right here.

(sniffles) One second.
Let me get this thing open.

- Alright, ready?
- Okay.

- Smile!
- (shutter snaps)

- (squeals) So cute.
- Hey, send it to Dad.

Okay, yeah.

- Actually, no, you could just--
- Oh, no, no, it's fine.

- I'll send it to him.
- No, send it to me. I can send it to him.

- Nope. Already sent.
- (text whooshes)

(giggles) Easy.

- Not a big deal. (laughs)
- Okay.

Alright.
Let me get it together.

Should we go?
You ready?

- Yeah, I guess.
- (laughs)

- I'm not ready, but.
- Yeah.

- Should we get a coffee first?
- We'll get coffee.

Okay. (sighs)

(sighs)

(sniffles)

(sighs)

(phone rings, line connects)

- Joel (on phone): Hey!
- Hey.

Joel:
Well, I think I finally got the shit smell out.

You can maybe smell it,
but you have to really, really try.

How's it going up there?
You ready for the renters?

Yeah, I'm getting there.
(weak laugh)

Joel:
You okay?

No.

Just, um...

feels really weird
to be here

with all of his stuff,
you know?

I...

I mean, I wanted him to go,
and I pushed him to go, and I'm...

and I'm glad he went
because I know

that he couldn't have
cleaned out this barn.

It would've broken his heart.

But, I didn't... (sighs)

I didn't know it'd
break mine, and, um...

Just sitting here,
Joel, and he...

he's everywhere.

Every inch
of this place is...

him, you know?

He loved this place.

And now, I'm just...

I just feel like
I'm packing up his whole life,

and, um...

God (sniffles)...

Yeah, it just-- just sucks.

Joel:
Do you want me to come out there?

(inhales, exhales)

No, just, um...

just sit with me for a minute.

Joel:
Okay.

(soft crying)

(sniffles, sighs)

Maybe I'm just
a little tired. (laughs)

(both laugh softly)

(sniffles) I don't know.

You know, facing
all this family shit without a cocktail.

Joel:
I can be out there with a shaker in 15 minutes.

(laughs) No, no, no.

(sniffles) No. No.

Thank you.

(inhales, exhales)

Joel:
You're doing good by him. You really are.

Thank you.

(birds chirping)

Oh, my fucking... God!

(exhales sharply)

(engine revs)

(sighs)

(door creaks open)

(keys jangle)

(walking down hall)

(bird cawing)

(quiet chatter)

Hi.

Um, Mary Jo Miller?

Oh, I'm sure you've got stories.

Yeah. Is she in her room?

- Yeah. You'll hear her.
- Thanks.

- (quiet chatter)
- (resident coughing)

Oh! Didn't see you there.

- MJ, you have a visitor.
- (shuts drawer)

Hey, Mom! I was worried
I was gonna miss you.

What are you doing here?

Well, I wanted to visit you,
and Dad wanted to make sure

that you have plenty
of clean underwear,

so there's some in the drawer,

and I put a little up here,
too, okay?

That shithead
burnt my house down.

No, Mom. (laughs)
No, he didn't.

- Yes, he did.
- No, he didn't.

Have... Have you been smoking?

Has she been smoking?

- Nothing we can do about it.
- What are you doing, Mom?

You don't smoke.
What's that about?

(slaps thigh)

(sighs) Okay.

Is there anything else
I can bring for you tomorrow?

- No.
- Okay.

- Well, I'll see you
tomorrow, and just... - (wheelchair rattling)

You know, thank you.
I guess.

(phone ringing)

Hey, college mama.
How'd it go?

Tricia (on phone):
Yeah, so do you and your buffer

want to come over
for dinner?

I made this--
way too much food.

Casseroles.
I don't know. I'm just--

- I'm not used to
cooking for one. - Yeah, I'll check with him.

By the way, you owe me.
I just saw Mom.

- Jesus Christ.
- (doorbell rings)

We are leaving as soon
as we finish eating.

Copy that.
What's our safe word?

- Tricia!
- Hello!

- Hey.
- Tricia: Come on in.

- "Juicy."
- Joel: "Juicy."

(laughs) This is fun.
Thank you for having us.

Oh no! I'm so glad
you came. And Joel...

I mean, have to give you
a little compliment.

- You almost make
Sam fun. Almost. - (Sam laughs)

- Thanks. (laughs)
- Thanks...

So, of course, I've been
wondering and thinking

about what this day
was gonna be like,

and it was nothing
like I thought it would be.

He wasn't even there.

Well, I know there are
mixed emotions, but, you know,

you should feel
proud of yourself.

You raised a really
wonderful young woman.

Thank you. (soft laugh)

You know, I've never really
been alone, like, not ever.

I mean, this is it for me.

I mean, you get
divorced at my age,

that is the end. Done.

I'll be alone forever,
and, you know, that's fine.

It's not a big deal.
But, Sam, you've always been alone.

I mean, you're good at it
or used to it or whatever.

It's fine for you,
and that's fine.

I just never thought that
I would end up like this.

Just never saw it.

Thought I'd be more like
Mom and Dad, like married forever.

- Really?
- Tricia: Mm-hmm!

- Heck yeah.
- Get treated like shit and fuckin'

taken for granted like Dad?

Mm, just...

I don't wanna be
a divorced person.

I don't... I'm not a div--

I'm not the kind of person
who gets divorced.

I don't...

Well, you don't have to be.

You could get back
together with Rick.

(scoffs) Joel, he cheated.

Or not. Or not.

Tricia:
Well...

Maybe I cheated, too.

- (fork clanks)
- No, you didn't!

You did?

Well, I guess not technically,

but, I mean, I did try.

- (excited giggle)
- What are you talking about?

(coyly):
Uh-hm.

- I think I need more details.
- I'd like a few more myself.

- Joel: I wanna know.
- With Coop.

- No!
- (Joel giggles)

Yes!

Well, she fucked my husband,

- so I tried to fuck hers.
- Sam: Tricia!

- Tricia: Hm?
- Now who's fun?

- I was so mad.
He turned me down, so... - Sam: Wha...

- Okay, th-then it
doesn't really count. - Tricia: Coop.

Okay? Coop.

Coop said no to this,
this whole situation.

He was like, "No thanks."
I'm like, "What the fuck?

- Wh-who are you again?"
- (Joel laughs)

Do you know what
a pencil test is, Joel?

- Oh, here we go.
- Tricia: Okay. Pencil test.

Do you wanna say it
or you want me to say it?

- I guess you?
- Okay, I'll say it.

- Joel: You can say it.
- Pencil test is if it stays--

You put it under here,
and if it stays...

- Anyway, it's good if it falls.
- (clatters)

- Oh! (laughs) Well, it did!
- Tricia: That was loud. Sorry!

So, I pass the pencil test
even still.

Even at my age.
Do you see it?

What do you think?

Joel, just tell her
she has great tits.

Say it. You're not
even looking at 'em.

- You have great tits.
- (Tricia yelps, giggles)

- Why would you make me say that?
- 'Cause I wanted to hear it.

- (both giggling)
- Joel: Oh, my God.

That did not sound good
coming outta my mouth.

It was a little bit weird,
but I feel much better.

Who wants more wine?

I would like to know how
you feel about my tits, Joel.

(laughs)

- You know how--
- Just look at 'em.

You know how
a mother can't love...

- more-- her children
more than the other? - Whose do you like better?

- If you had to pick?
- You know, it's equal love.

- It's equal love.
- Do you like the pencil test pass,

- or would you rather--
- Or what about the salad--

(all laughing)

If I don't win now,
you fucker.

(shaking, rattling)

Is that what I think it is?

(gasps)

♪ I love a teenie-tini,
would you like a teenie-tini? ♪

♪ I'd like a teenie-tini, too ♪

♪ That's one teenie-tini,
and another teenie-tini ♪

- Joel: Ooh!
- (both laugh)

I guess it'll be
a teenier-tini.

- That's okay. I'll take
whatever you got. - (laughing)

Oh, we've earned it
after that dinner. Oh, my God.

(both laugh)

- Okay. Okay. Oh.
- (sighs)

I guess one shouldn't
mix drinks

- when under the influence.
- (laughing)

- Cheers. Thank you
for this. Cheers. - (laughing) Cheers!

Mm!

Oh God. Tricia's a lot.
(laughs)

(laughing)

Mm! Oh, my God,
how is your mom?

- Oh, she was wonderful.
Thank you so much for asking. - Aww.

Was it just a real shit show?

It was a shit show.
Do you know what she's doing now?

- Hm?
- She is bumming cigarettes off of her fellow residents.

(laughs) Well, sure.

- She's a stroke victim.
Why wouldn't she? - Yes!

I think she would
like another stroke.

- (laughs)
- (laughs) Oh no. Sorry.

But you can't tell her
what to do!

She just does whatever
the fuck she wants.

I wouldn't even go visit her
if it weren't for my dad,

but, you know, fuck.

Ugh. You know what?

- Hm?
- I think what you need is 30 CCs

of Joel on your next visit.

- (laughs)
- I am a very charming companion!

Joel, I will not stand by
while my mother's a cunt to you.

(laughs)

I'm sorry, but she cunt
help herself. (laughs)

(laughs)

I like gettin' lit.

(both laugh)

- Cheers! Oh, my God.
- (glasses clink)

- Fred: Here he is!
- Oh, my God!

- Sam: Jesus Christ!
- Hi, kids!

- I've missed you. How are you?
- (door shuts)

- What are you doing here?
- Her pops called me.

- What, he did?
- Fred: Yeah, he did.

But you know what?
He just wanted to make sure

that you're doing okay
and everything's okay at the farm.

- Okay.
- Fred: And you know what? I gotta tell you, kids.

I was getting a little cold
and bored up there in--

thank you--
in Wisconsin, you know?

- So, it was time to come home.
- Well, welcome back.

- Thank you.
- Sam: Welcome back.

Jesus, Sammy!
Oh my God,

- is this what it's come down to?
- (laughs)

It's a little
fluffy under there.

It's like an Ewok's
on your lap. You see that?

- You see that?
- Yeah, well, I'm a child of the '70s,

and my bush should be
a reflection of that.

- (Joel laughs)
- Oh, how I missed you two.

- Is it that bad?
- It's kinda bad.

I'm so glad I finally get
to see the honeymoon suite.

It's solely
a financial arrangement.

- A little marriage of
convenience. I get a cut. - (laughter)

So, I don't understand.
My dad will call you,

but not his own daughters?

Well, he doesn't
want you to think

he's being overbearing
or micromanaging.

Okay, so he sent you?

Yeah. I'm the full package.

(scoffs)

Can you do that?
Can you just leave a sabbatical?

It's, like, a really big deal
for you and your career, right?

Look, kids,
nine months was enough,

and I can finish
my research here.

Well... Thank you, Fred.

Hey, come on.

- Anything for Ed.
- Yeah.

But I guess we're fucked
for choir practice now.

- No! No.
- Fred: I know.

- We'll figure it out.
- We'll figure it out.

And, um...

uh, your dad did tell me
that MJ had a stroke.

- Yeah.
- Fred: Sorry.

Yeah, well,
it's harder on my dad.

Then he was just pushing
himself to do all this stuff

that he can't really do anymore.

- Well, you know,
he is a farmer. - Yeah.

Plus renting out the land
and then the barn,

it was just all too much.

So, I was like,
"Dad, now's the time. Y-you have to go.

- You've never done
anything for yourself." - Joel: Mm.

So, now he's on a boat with
his brother in Corpus Christi,

- probably drinking
a beer right now. - (laughs)

- He is gonna have the best time.
We all know it. - The best time.

- You know he's raging
out there right now. - (laughs)

Oh, kids.
I-I know this is a lot, but we got this.

- We got this.
- We got this.

Fred:
And...

I also brought back...

- cheese curds! Look at this.
- (cheering)

(laughing)

Put one in the freezer for Ed.
I know how he loves his cheese.

- (Joel giggles)
- He loves cheese.

- One for you, buddy.
- Oh goodness! Thank you.

Sam:
Well, I guess if we're partying,

then maybe you're probably
wondering, like,

- what we've been up to
this whole time. - Alright. What do you got?

Well, we like to drink
our teenie-tinis,

and then we like to
open up the dance floor.

- Joel: Oh, my God, this is
the song! This is the song! - (turns on radio)

- Turning it up!
Okay, Sammy and Joel! - What are you doing?

- You gotta get up on your feet.
- You want me to join?

- Yeah, get the fuck up!
- Alright, shit!

- ♪ When you decide
you like yourself ♪ - Holler at me!

- Oh, okay!
- ♪ When you decide you need someone ♪

- Holler at me!
- Holler at me! Feel the spirit!

- Holler at me!
- Holler at me! Oh, my God, my pelvic floor just dropped!

- (all laugh)
- (song continues)

- All: Holler at me!
- Fred: Do I have to do it like this?

- All: Holler at me!
- (laughter)

- All: Holler at me!
- Sam: Oh! Shit, I can't breathe!

- We did it! Okay.
- Joel: I need to stop. I need to stop!

(insects chirping outside)

(phone vibrates)

(laughs)

- (Joel's phone dings)
- (Joel and Sam laugh)

- Joel!
- Joel: Yeah?

How many active
hours do you have?

Ten.

Sam:
Oh, that's good.

Is... is 13 better?

(both laugh)

I guess it's technic--

Oh, are you fucking kidding me?

- What?
- Joel: No.

They gave me two stars!

They say I have
non-absorptive bath towels!

Fuck them!
I picked out those towels!

Your dog shit all over my house!

Oh, these motherfuckers!

Joel, we're gonna find 'em
and burn 'em alive.

- I'm gonna write a letter!
- To who?

I don't know. (laughs)

(laughs)

- Okay, you ready?
- Yeah.

- Lights out.
- Alright.

(light clicks)

- Nighty-night.
- Nighty-night.

(light clicks)

My beautiful,
perfect rating...

(giggling)

- Night, Joel.
- Good night.

("Ungodly Hour"
by Chloe X Halle playing)

Sweet dweams!

(Joel laughs)

♪ Hit me with your eyes ♪

♪ I never seen
that kind of view ♪

♪ You walkin' over here ♪

♪ The way that it went down,
that's when I knew ♪

♪ We be talkin' all night ♪

♪ But I can tell you need
to work on you, you, you ♪

♪ Like you, you, you ♪

♪ Like you ♪

♪ Like you ♪

♪ Mm ♪

♪ You be playin' sweet ♪

♪ But, baby, don't you
know that talk is cheap ♪

♪ Can't fool me ♪

♪ I wish that you could
back it up for me, me, me ♪

♪ Like me, me, me, like me ♪

♪ You know that I ♪

♪ I heard it all before ♪

♪ You're hesitant ♪

♪ But you could give me more ♪

♪ I know you like ♪

♪ To play those silly games ♪

♪ When you're done,
call my name ♪

♪ When you decide you like
yourself, holler at me ♪

♪ When you decide you need
someone, call up on me ♪

♪ When you don't have
to think about it ♪

♪ Love me at the ungodly hour ♪