All language subtitles for Speechless (2016) - S01E02 - N-E-NEW A-I-AIDE_track3_[eng]

Places, everyone!
It's show time!

Can we please not do this?

Ray, it's a new neighborhood.

We've got to find out
which is fastest.

It's unnecessary.

-3...2..
-It's probably illegal.

(buttons beep)

(sighs)

Are we ever
gonna get our furniture

from the old house?

There's no place
for anyone to sit.

Uh, he's right. Up.
You've hogged it long enough.

(chuckles)

(sirens approaching)
Ooh.

Health Alert
or Medic-Call?

(tires screech)
Who's the winner?

Someone pressed
a Health Alert pendant?

Sorry.
It was a false alarm.

But we do have
a special-needs child

who at some point
in the future

may require
immediate medical care.

Your response time
was exceptional.

Please accept
this basket

as a token
of our deepest gratitude

for your time
and your service.

Too late.
He died.

**

Listen,
whoever you want

to be your aide,
I'll make it happen.

I mean,
that's what I do.

But why this gardener man?

I mean, what makes you think
that he's the one for the job?

"I like him."

Yeah, what else?

"You don't."

(scoffs) JJ.

He mows grass
for a living.

This is a man whose chief
job competition is goats.

Um, Mrs. DiMeo,
I-I-I'm right here.

Aww. You thought
that would embarrass her.

That's cute.

Look, we got off
on the wrong foot.

I'd like
to give you something.

Hee-hee! Yeah.

She's smiling, right?

That's right.

So, I, uh,
I'm excited.

Little nervous.

You're gonna
have to help me out.

I've never been an aide
before.

"I've never had one."

Oh.

Okay, well, this isn't
gonna work out at all.

(both chuckle)

"Have questions?"

I-I do, actually.

What perspective does the
disability experience lend --

"Real questions."

(claps hands)
Okay, let's do this.

Do I handle
bathroom stuff?

Does your dude-stuff work?

Is my voice good
to speak for you?

(deep voice)
I can go lower.

(normal voice)
Are you like Rain Man?
Do you count cards?

Should we go to Vegas?

Okay, you're a liar.
That's good to know.

So, how can I help
the DiMeos?

You're conflicted.
Let me sell this.

Well,
we have a request.

Don't ask.
Tell. Firm.

Fine.
What we want --
Need.

What we need -- and we realize
this is unconventional,

but --
Oh, love.

We have dismissed
our son's aide

and chosen
his replacement.

It's your groundskeeper.
He starts tomorrow.

Yeah.

Kenneth!
That's wonderful!

He's a natural-born
caregiver.

And he's already part
of the Lafayette High family.

I support it
wholeheartedly.

Does no one understand
how these things go?

You don't just say yes.
You push back.

That way,
we owe you something.

Okay, watch
for next time.
Yes.

"We're hiring
the gardener."

"As an aide?
Preposterous!"

"It's our decision.
It's our son."

"It's my school!"

"Well, it won't be when
our lawyers are done with you."

(gasps)
"So, you're going to sue me now?

Fine! I approve it
on a trial basis.

But do not mistake my kindness
for weakness.

I will not be threatened,

and you are not the only one
with lawyers, bitch!"

"...trial...basis."

This is fantastic.

Hey.
What are you working on?

(sighs)
The girl I like, Jillian,

I'm trying to find
some time to talk to her.

This is the school.

The green dots
are her schedule,

and the red dots
are her boyfriend Zane's.

It's all day.
I can't get a minute alone.

Be patient.
You'll find a window.

And shred this.

(wheels rattling)

No.
Oh, no. No!

Dylan.
Dylan, stop.

We can't have the neighbors
seeing you cleaning up --

sends a bad message.

What message?

That we clean up.

Listen,
you're of an age --

I want to say 12 --

where it's time
that you learn who we are

and -- and how we deal
with people.

I'm so ready.
Okay.

Our family has
a complicated life,

so things are gonna fall
through the cracks.

Lawns aren't
gonna get mowed,

garbage bins
aren't gonna get taken in.

It's best to be clear
about that.

It's the DiMeo way.
We've set the bar nice and low.

(door closes)
Oh, no.
He's coming over.

All right. Just keep quiet
and don't look cute.

Damn it, child.
That's adorable.

Well, hello, there
(sighs) neighbor.

My name's Tom.

Hey. (sighs)

And your name is...?
(chuckles)

Jimmy.
My name's Jimmy.

Well, I brought you
a lovely welcoming gift.

They're my famous
(french accent) macarons.

(normal voice) I can't
tell you how wonderful it is

to have a nice family
move in.

The last owner,
he just really let the place go.

You're, uh --

She's really
eating them fast.

Anyway, if you'd like,
I would gladly give you

the name
of a wonderful landscaper,

handyman, painter --
whatever you need.

Ah, we're -- we're really more
do-it-yourselfers...

Oh.

...w-who don't do it.

I see.

Okay.

You know,
they're supposed to be savored.

(clears throat)

**

Right, he has physical therapy
today at 4:00,

and I've packed
his lunch.

It's all cut up into
small pieces to avoid choking.

(laughs)

What's so funny?

Sorry, it's just, um --
Well, you had to be there.

I was -- right here,

trying to instruct you
on how not to kill my son.

Everything you need to know
is in this book.

The kid comes
with instructions?

Feeding, communication...

Culture?

His favorite show
is "The Bachelor"?

Yes.
It's our tradition.

We have a date
every Monday night.

(laughs)

Oh, you're serious.

This is beautiful --

the bond between a...
mother and...son.

(both snicker)

(engine starts)
Ooh! Wait!

Hold on!

Right. Here's a sweater
in case he get cold.

And this is sunblock
'cause he's very fair.

And if there's
a medical emergency,

one of these is very fast,
and one isn't.

I don't remember.
Press them both.

He's gonna be okay.

This is hard for me.

He's my world.

Look.

I admit, I don't
have this figured out.

It felt like a challenge

and also a good way
to help somebody.

I will earn your trust,
Mrs. DiMeo.

Your son is in good hands.

(tires screech)

(brakes screech)

I'm not gonna lie.

That sucked.

**

Jillian.
You're alone.

Don't you and Zane
have Spanish together?

Zane? No,
he switched to Mandarin.

What's that?

Uh...it's a contract.

I'm leasing a car.

Bad idea.
I am too young.

So, Mandarin?
Like the oranges.

Like 'em? I love 'em!
(chuckles)

You can put them on salad
or you can eat them alone.

You got to peel them,
though.

It's a lot of work.
It's not worth it.

Uh, all right.

I have a window.
Yes!

(cellphone rings)

Mrs. DiMeo.

Hello, Kenneth.
Just checking to see

you arrived safely at school
with my son

and that, once there,
removed him from the van.

We're in school,
and JJ's doing just fine.

Here he is.
You can ask him yourself.

Did he just put you
on the phone?

Take the phone back,
Kenneth!

The boy doesn't speak!

That's kind of
the whole thing!

Roger that.

Have a great day,
Mrs. DiMeo. (chuckles)

All right, um,
let's get down to business.

There's a lot
going on here.

Are you a sports guy
or, uh, you into music?

What do you think about?

Okay.

Mm-hmm.

That's curious.

I didn't notice a "butt" section
in the book.

Might an aide help
in that department?

All right.

First thing, uh, we got to do
something about this.

Ugh.

Let's go shopping.

Kenneth:
Uh, lost-and-found, please.

My friend misplaced
some things.

What did he lose?

Let's see what you got.

Come on, JJ!

**

It's a girl's shirt,
man.

It buttons
on the wrong side.

Yeah, but I'll know.

We said we'd try.
Now we know.

Yeah,
I'm liking this.

Wait a second.

Young man...

do I see a chest hair?

Look.

(chuckles)

Yeah, we got to
show that thing off.

Ray: Hey, Dylan.

Have you heard about these
glowing worms in New Zealand

that hang from caves and catch
their prey in slimy threads?

Ray, please.

I'm pretending
to do homework.

(door opens)

Dad. Great news.

I found my window
with Jillian.

And I also found
the perfect short thing to say

to show her I'm cool.

Oh, no.
Ray, please, not the glow worms.

Shh!

Dad, have you heard
about these glowing worms

in New Zealand that hang --
-It's weak.

-It's tight!
-Mnh-mnh.

(chair scrapes)
Dad. Look.

Huh?

Look what I did.

Come on.
Lousy neighbors.

Tone set.

Ohhh, Dylan,
you didn't.

(sighs)
What?

It's the DiMeo way.

No, this is not
who we are.

Picking on people,
pulling pranks --

that's a jerk move.

The DiMeos are not jerks.

We're idiots.

What's the difference?

People hate jerks.

Jerks are mean.

But idiots --
idiots are gonna mess up.

And what are you gonna do --
get angry? They're idiots.

So, the world lets idiots
lead their idiot lives.

That's what we want.

Think he'll know
it came from us?

Nah.

He's probably
just pointing over here,

saying,
"I'm a weirdo.

I angrily point
at things I love."

Young woman:
Everyone, this is JJ.

All: Hi, JJ!

JJ is interested in being
our new cheer manager,

and I don't think the fact that
that's not a thing

is any reason
to say "No."

(all cheering)

(giggles)

(giggles)

Oh, dude!
We got to go.

You have
your appointment.

"I always..."
M-I -- "miss them.

Yeah,
I don't know, man.

"They need their manager."

Are you trying to be adorable
right now?

Fine.

But if your mother calls,
we got to go.

All right?

All right. Let's see what
these young ladies got, huh?

Can't be a guy who drives a van
and says that.

I'll...be right over here.

Joyce, I'm so sorry.

JJ never misses
an appointment.

I mean, he's got this new aide,
and, I mean, I just...

I have to believe
that he's okay.

You know what?
You're upset.

I'll get out of your way.
Send me a check.

A check? What check?
Why would I send you a check?

For my time, of course.
And I drove here.

Ahhhh.

You're a pushy little hippie,
aren't you?

Ray! Get in here!

It's time
for your physical therapy.

I'm...not JJ.

I'm --
I'm the other one.

I know who you are.
Your brother's MIA.

If we pay for physical therapy,
we get physical therapy.

Go on. Heal him.

(cellphone clicks)

Now!

Copy that.
All right. Follow me.

All: Yeah!

Whoo!

(cellphone vibrates)
Be aggressive!

B-E aggressive!
-Whoo!

(cheering continues
indistinctly)

**

Ready?

Be aggressive!

B-E aggressive!

Whoo!

Looks like you're working up
a sweat, huh?

Listen --
never a mistake.

Mm-hmm?

Now, since this is
our first time working together,

if you can't make it
all the way to the cone,

no cause for shame.

I think I'll manage.

(chuckling)
Oh, I'm sorry.

What are you doing?

Just walk
how you normally walk.

This is how I walk.

Oh, no. Okay.

This is all wrong.

Listen.
You pronate.

You have a petite gait
with a 20-degree kickout.

It's gonna cause back pain
and organ imbalances.

I mean,
it's fine for today,

but is this
your long-term walking plan?

(whimpering)
I mean, it was!

Okay. Don't worry. Don't worry.
We'll get you there.

It's gonna take work --
hard work --

but we are gonna do it,
all right?

Let's go back to the top, here.
We're gonna try again.

But this time,
plant the heel,

little toe mound,
big toe mound.

Swing the opposite arm
as you plant

with an imaginary string
pulling you up,

elongating your form.

Go.

(exhales sharply)

**

(breathing heavily)

What have you done
to me?!

All:
DiMeo! DiMeo! JJ DiMeo!

DiMeo! DiMeo! JJ DiMeo!

Oi!
Aah!
Aah!

You're watching
cheerleaders?!

I've been worried sick!

2, 4, 6, 8,
who do we take for granted?

Wouldn't you just say
"Not appreciate"?

I've been calling you
for an hour.

Oh, really?
Where's my phone?

I'm sorry, but, um...
we were just having fun.

And where are
your clothes?

I gave him
a little upgrade.

Ohh.
New and improved, is it?

All it took was
a day away from me.

Great.

You know what?
Give me your keys.

Come on, JJ -- if that is indeed
still your name.

All: Kenneth! Kenneth!

JJ and Kenneth!

Kenneth! Kenneth! JJ...
Chant about the mom.

...and Kenneth!
The mom!

Kenneth!
JJ and Kenneth!
Mom, mom, the mom!

JJ and Kenneth!
The mom!

Stop making excuses for the man.
I don't want to hear it.

Mom, we need to talk.

I'm a petite walker
who pronates

(door closes)
with a 20-degree
kickout.

Everybody knows that, Ray.
It's not the time.

I don't trust the man.

He left you in the street.
He missed your appointment.

Nope.
Don't drag me into this.

I have walking videos
to watch.

"He gives me stuff
you can't."

What? Like fun?

I'm very, very fun.
I'm a barrel of laughs.

"You think you know
all I want."

But I do!

I literally
wrote the book, JJ.

I know you
better than you know yourself.

(scoffs)

-I'm not saying that.
-What?

"I hate 'The Bachelor.'"

(gasps)
Take that back!

(doorbell rings)
What's the play?

Don't worry.
Follow my lead.

Tom.
Hey, neighbor.

Don't, okay?
That word means something.

This is about
not keeping the house up.

Okay, listen.
I've thought about it.

(trunk opens)
It is really
not too much to ask.

We -- we have...

Oh! Again!

Who keeps
sending us pizzas?

Tom: Wait. What?

I -- (sighs)

Jimmy,
I owe you an apology.

Why?
Are -- Are you doing this?

Tom!
We're neighbors!

No. Someone's been
sending me pizzas, okay?

I thought
you were pranking me.

Well, if I was,

then I'm also
pranking myself,

so...it's not that.

Oh! (snaps fingers)
You know who I bet it is?

It's this Charlie guy --
lives two streets over.

Little guy? Shifty?

No.
Yeah.
I've seen him.

Okay. Not a great first day
for Kenneth.

Yeah, but it makes for a
fantastic last one, doesn't it?

Can you believe
that JJ thinks

that man knows him better
than I do

and that he's more fun?

Wait a minute.
Is that what this is?

If Kenneth doesn't have
what it takes,

okay, he's got to go.

But if this is about
you feeling threatened,

you have to get over it.

No, no, no. It's the first one.
It's the one you liked.

Can I fire him now?

(sighs)

Look, I mean it.

Doesn't matter if he's fun.
It's not what the job's about.

The job is about
JJ's dignity and safety.

It's about feeding him
and showering him

and taking care
of his basic needs.

Kenneth does not have
what it takes.

(sighs)

JJ loves Kenneth.

This is gonna sting.

(sighs)

You're right.

I'll get the principal
to do it, eh?

(school bell rings)

Did she say
what this was about?

She did not.

Mrs. DiMeo.

If this is about the stuff that
we took from the lost-and-found,

tell her we'll return it.

He just liked it.

And finding Crocs in my size --
(chuckles)

I felt like
it was a sign.

I'll be sure
to convey that.

I know that you called
this meeting, but I-I have news.

It turns out there's training
Kenneth would require,

and in a world where
there are qualified applicants,

the district
can't justify the expense.

The request was denied.

(chuckles)

You seem...broken up.

Perhaps
I should tell them myself?

(inhales deeply)

Yeah. Do that.

Where's my son?

He had to use
the restroom.

But he needs me
for that.

Kenneth:
All right, pal.

It's okay, buddy.
I got you.

Nice and easy.

All right.
All right, it's all good.

You'd do the same for me,
right?

Yeah.

All right, but don't make me
guess next time, okay?

If you hold it in too long,
then we got trouble.

We already took the last
pair of pants in your size.

(JJ chuckles)

(chuckles)

Yeah, no need to thank me.
We're boys.

We're keeping Kenneth.

Is this the arguing thing
from before?

Oh, goody!
What do I say now?

No, no.
This isn't a conversation.

But -- wait.
The list.

Yeah, you know what everyone
on that list has in common?

White men.

Well,
h-have you seen it?

I-I can't imagine
that Grace Huang is --

It's very simple.

Terminate a child's aide
based on race

and have
a giant PR nightmare

or make this work.
Understood?

(sighs)
I can do it.

I have dirt
on the superintendent.

He's my brother,
but screw it.

(dialing)

Oh. Hey, Ray.

Hi, Jillian.

I saw something online,
and I thought of you.

Have you heard about these
glowing worms in New Zealand

that hang from caves and catch
their prey in slimy threads?

I saw a video.

When they glow,
it looks like the night sky.

Right! That's what made me
think of you --

because
we both love astronomy.

(chuckles)
That's sweet.

(school bell rings)

Time for class.
Walk with me.

Joyce: (echoing)
Walk to the cone.

Petite walker.

Walk how you normally walk.

You stupid petite walker!

You're a disgrace!

You'll never amount
to anything!

She didn't even say that.

**

Are you all right?

(scoffs)

Just go!

Why did you
have to make me walk?!

So, all the principal
wanted to know

was whether we were happy
with Kenneth.

And are we?

We are.

I mean,
it's an adjustment --

to you
and a little to my son.

But I'll try.

To be frank, yesterday,
I didn't trust or like you.

Now I trust you.

It's a start.

Dad.
Check it out.

(indistinct shouting)

I bet that's Charlie.

Wow. Tom's really
letting him have it.

Poor guy.
Collateral damage.

Wait. So, we're just gonna
let this happen?

Seems like
kind of a jerk move.

I didn't want any pizza
that night, Charlie, okay?

I'd already eaten.
I didn't do it!

Now, now, now, now.
Now, wait. Hang on.

It wasn't Charlie.

It was us.

You?

We did it.
I'm sorry.

It was just
a messed-up try

to announce ourselves
to the neighborhood.

You're a nice guy,
and you --

all of you --
deserve to know now,

(chuckling)
we're lousy neighbors.
Yeah.

We're not gonna
take in our trash bins.

We're not gonna
fix up our house.

If we receive
your packages,

they will become
our packages.

We had a snake
when we moved in.

Where it is now
is anyone's guess.

And we're definitely gonna swim
in all of your pools.

We already did.

It's just...
who we are.

Let me
get this straight --

You pranked us,
lied about it,

you people are awful,
and you know it,

and you've decided

you're not gonna do
anything about it ever.

I mean,
you people are jerks.

No.

We're idiots.

**

I just work here.

(chuckles)

Lauren B.: (gasps)
Oh, my God.

(romantic music plays)

(crowd cheering)

(remote clicks)
Yes.

Give me that thing.
(chuckles)

**

You too, darling.

You'll always be my baby.

(grunts)

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