All language subtitles for Speechless (2016) - S01E09 - S-L-- SLED H-O-- HOCKEY_track3_[eng]

(indistinct shouting,
whistle blows)

All right, class,
substitutions in.

That's you.

Hike!

**

I'm open! I'm open!

I-I can't see the board,
but that's the gist, right?

Yeah.
Pass the ball!

Pass it!

Oh, no.
She listened.

What?! JJ, run!

Roll, go, whatever!
Just go!

(cheers and applause)
Go!

What -- What are you doing?
Keep going.

(camera shutter clicking)
Wha--

So, no one's coming?

You're just gonna
let him score?

"So P-A--
patronizing."

Okay, then.
He's coming back.

Pull off a flag
or get run over!

Go on, JJ.

Yeah, you know
who the slow ones are.

-- Captions by VITA --

**

(clicks tongue) All right.

Done with
my Honors English reading.

And now time
for some pleasure reading.

(saxophone playing poorly)

Since when did you
play saxophone?

Since I found out
it was so loud.

(sighs)

Kenneth! Quick!

There's a man outside,
and he's not breathing.

You've got to come
and do CPR.

Oh, no!
I-I can't.

I haven't taken
the class yet.

But you promised
you would!

And now a man has died.
Oh, the horror!

You sure there's not
a more dramatic way

to ask if he got
CPR-certified?

I am being ridiculous
with a purpose. It is my brand.

You agreed to do that class
immediately.

Now, if you take this job
seriously,

I want to see one of these.

A tattered CPR card
that expired in 2002?

Oh, help me, Maya!
Oh!

I'm dying in 1998.

How about,
"Neither of us is certified?

Let's go take a class together
and let poor Ray read."

I can't feel my arm.

And "Titanic" is #1
at the box office.

Ugh!

(groans)

So, you made a great play
in football,

and that's a bad thing?

"It was P-A-T-R-O-N-I-Z-I-N--
patronizing."

Oh, I get that.

Hey, am I the one
who takes the longest

to guess which words
you're writing?

Yeah. Hm.

"I don't want pity."

Hey, buddy.
We're kind of having a talk.

Isn't there someplace else
you can go?

I'm trying to go
to a place called me.

(door opens, shuts)

"They let me win.

I want to really play.

I want the thrill of C-O-M-P--
competition."

If that's what you want,
I have just the thing.

**

(ladder crashes)
RAY: Help!

JIMMY:
You want to really compete?

No pity, no mercy?
Careful what you wish for.

Who needs sports?
This has everything you need.

Table top,
so it's perfect JJ height.

Joystick -- think you know
your way around one of those.

If there is a more thrilling
form of competition

for a young man in a wheelchair,
this guy hasn't seen it.

Wait.
We were gonna...

Let's go, guys.
Josh, start us out.

"Do you see this?"

(both screaming)

So, a few questions.

What the hell?
Why, God, why?

I need a new loofah.
That's more of a statement.

I-I am so sorry.

It's just that JJ and I had
been running around all day,

and I got sweaty.
Now, normally,

I'd just go to the gym
and take a shower, but --

I'm sorry.
Is this an incantation

that will make me unsee
your everything?

It's not.
Okay, then.

I think a conversation about
professionalism needs to happen.

And this is related
to the shower incident?

Directly, yes, yes.
Oh.

I feel you're getting
too comfortable.

I've noticed
a pattern of late.

Failure to take CPR,
some tardiness.

The missing lasagna.
The missing lasagna?

Oh, no, that's my cute,
uh, nickname

for the shower...thing.

Mm. At any rate,

it appears it bears reminding
this is a job.

And assuming you wish for it
to remain your job,

kindly treat it as such.

Wait.
Are you being for real?

You actually, like,
got extra British there.

Well,
that's not possible.

Got it.
Understood.

Thank you, Kenneth.

We have to get
to our CPR class.

First,
I must take my shower.

Okay, and if we're
being professional,

I'd like to just state
that the conditioner was gone

before I got in that room.

And if we're being
very professional...

that was a lie.

**

RAY: What the...

I found it.

A place called me.

(coughing)

You never heard
of sled hockey?

It's the most popular
Paralympic sport. Guys love it.

Feels good, right?

Look at you --
like a regular Steve Cash.

The famous
sled-hockey player?

Can't get anything
past you, huh?

Or Steve Cash,
'cause he a goalie, maybe?

Okay. So, what do you say,
JJ, my man?

You want to get in there
and mix it up a little bit?

All right,
that's what I like to see.

Ha!
(chuckles)

Quick question.

Uh [sighs]

JJ's never done anything
like this before.

Are you sure it's safe?
Oh, absolutely.

Hold up!
Leg time-out!

Real ones
usually stay on.

**

You're very quiet.

Who? I know you don't want
to hear from me.

I'm sorry if I was
a little short earlier,

but if you're
gonna get upset

every time
I threaten to fire you,

I'm gonna
have to let you go.

Oh, come on.

Intercepted!
(both chuckle)

I'm Darren.

Nice catch, my man.
Kenneth.

Thank you.
This is my wife, Amanda.

-Hello.
-Hey.
-And -- And your wife is...?

Um...
His boss.

Kenneth works
with my son.

Perfect abdominal thrusts,
Kenneth.

And your form --
so tender.

Well, thank you.

I think of the Heimlich

as an act of love between
two consenting adults,

one of whom is choking.

You're making
the rest of us look bad.

(chuckles) I'm kidding, man.
Much love.

Don't judge yourself
against this.

I, uh --
I'm a professional aide.

AMANDA: Really?
We've been thinking about

getting a full-time aide
for our little boy.

Okay.
WOMAN: Better, Maya.

Not quite as good as Kenneth,
but getting there.

I don't suppose
you have a twin, Kenneth.

Aside from
Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson.

(laughter)
Oh, you.

I must say,
it feels nice to be wanted.

Oh, please.

So strong.
Yeah.

Who wouldn't
want you?

It's a crazy world
we live in, huh?

Maya, stop.
That's enough.

Fine. Let him die.

Her fault.

(Dean Martin's "Ain't That a
Kick in The Head" playing)

* How lucky can one guy be? *

Which TED Talk should I watch?

* I kissed her,
and she kissed me *

* Like a fella once said *
Play all.

* "Ain't that a kick
in the head?" *
(sighs) I love my life.

You ready for this, JJ?

Okay,
I talked to Coach Barry,

and I think you're gonna
be pretty pleased.

Good job, water boy.

You done this before?

What? You're part
of the team -- a big part.

They go out there thirsty,
they've already lost.

JJ, where you going?

That kid just smacked his lips.
That means he's thirsty.

(buzzer)

I don't understand
why you're mad at me.

If anything,
I should be mad at you.

Introduce you to "Ms. Pac-Man,"
you just blow her off.

That's gonna be
fun phone call tomorrow.

"It's gym class all over.

You treat me like a F-R--
fragile flower."

What's wrong?

We went to ice rink to play
a nice game of "Ms. Pac-Man."

There were
some disabled guys on sleds

playing this really
intense game of hockey.

JJ wanted to join in.

Fantastic.
How was it?

"I wasn't
allowed to play."

Who said you couldn't play?
I want a name.

Does it start with "B"?
I'm getting a "B."

I get very psychic
in the presence of injustice.

You?

I thought
you'd agree with me.

I figured you do
your overprotective thing.

No, sir. This is my
"do not exclude my son,

he can do anything" thing.

Oh, that's the bad one.

Of course he can play
sled hockey.

You didn't let JJ
play sled hockey?

Okay, this is a sport we didn't
know existed this afternoon.

It was like hockey hockey!
He could get hurt.

I get hurt playing sports
all the time.

At a meet last week,
I got decapitated.

That's not --
No, you weren't.

You weren't there.

I'm pretty sure you're --
Okay.

Everybody gets hurt.
Why shouldn't JJ?

Because he's different?

Can you go somewhere?

Are you saying
my son's different?

Did I say "different"?

"Implied."
Yeah.

I'm sorry.
I was wrong.

Of course
you're not different.

He's not, okay?

Now, can I have a second
with your mom?

I did get decapitated.

I believe it.
It explains a lot.

Okay.

All that talk, whatever.

He's different.

It's a league
for kids just like him.

Is he different
from them?

Yes.
How?

He's mine.

Everything he's been through --
what, like 20 surgeries?

Do we need to bash him
into other kids?

That's what's missing
from his life?

Jimmy, there is a whole world
full of people

who will tell him
what he can't do.

That is covered.

Our job is
to tell him otherwise.

That is our job.

And, you know, hey,
if he gets injured,

you and Kenneth
know CPR.

Yeah, about Kenneth.

There's a couple at CPR --
I think they want to steal him.

They can offer him things
we can't.

Money?
Worse -- kindness.

Mm.

If we're gonna
keep Kenneth,

I'm gonna have
to be nice to him.

Well...

he will be missed.

**

Hello, Kenneth.
Aren't you looking dapper?

What?
'Cause I got a shirt on?

I-I get it.
I'm -- I'm better in clothes.

Not what I meant.

But it occurs to me --
I did see you nude,

and it was rude of me
not to comment.

Yeah, well, the silence
was deafening.

A long-overdue kudos.

Here, have a cupcake.

They say "Kenneth."

And I say
Kenneth is great.

Got a "K."
It does, yeah.

So, tell me.

What's new with you?

There's a reason
why I'm looking so good.
Hm?

I just broke up
with my ex.
Oh.

Hence the revenge bod.
Mm.

She texted me the other day,
Tracey did.

Stop it, she didn't.

Yeah,
she's got this new guy.

Does she?
Flashy. Money.

You know,
why do I need to know this?

I don't know.
Because she wants to win.

She wants to win.
But I don't want to play
the game anymore.

No, don't play the game.
I just need
to shut this down.

Not to hurt her.
Just to say, "Enough."
Enough.

"Tracey, you do you.

I'm doing Kenneth."
"I'm doing Kenneth."

All right, class,
let's get started.

To be continued.

Better be.
(chuckles)

All right, see, JJ?

We're getting in there,
we're mixing it up.

Whoa, close one.

Oh, oh.

Over here!
Coming at you!

No, we don't want it.
That guy's open.

(sighs)

Nice.

Wha--

All right,
let's do this.

(Motorhead's "Ace Of Spades"
plays)

Brace for impact!

Oh!

That wasn't so bad.

Loose puck.

* If you like to gamble,
I tell you I'm your man *
Come on, JJ.

It's all yours.

* You win some, lose some *
Come on, come on.

* It's all the same to me *
Yeah!

All right.
Do we say something to him?

Uh, uh,
maybe we own him?

We own you!
Good job, JJ.

* The pleasure is to play *

* It makes no difference
what you say *

* I don't share your greed
'Sup, Ray?

* The only card I need is
The ace Of spades *

What are you
doing in here?
(music stops)

You shouldn't have been
so careless.

I could smell your candles
from the front yard.

You can't be here.
This is my place.

I need it to relax
and contemplate

and process
my fears and emotions.

So I read.

Yeesh.

Take your pizza,

mention my dream about Mom
to no one,

and get out of my space.

Share it with me,

or that journal
goes up on the cloud.

A place called us
it is.

**

Psst, Ken.
Hmm?

Hey.
I just want to apologize

if we caused any trouble
with your boss.

(chuckles)
What are you talking about?

Well, before class, she told us,
stay away, you're taken.

You don't say.

Huh.

Suddenly, these cupcakes
got a lot less appetizing.

**

You having fun?

Yeah, me, too.

You know, I was never really
much of an athlete as a child.

Oh!

You know what?
Later.

We got a game to play.

What?
Right, back on defense.

Let's do this.

Block, block,
block, block!

Oh.

Is that your t--

Dentist.
Dentist.

Dentist!
Dentist!!

**

[ Sports chatter
on television ]

Kenneth.
Hey.

JJ's not even here.

No.

(television shuts off)
But my buddy is.

Ah.
(chuckles)

By the way,
uh, you are out

of bagels, cream cheese,
tomatoes, and bandages.

Uh, I'm not that good
at cutting bagels. (chuckles)

What's mine
is yours...buddy.

So, I'm guessing you are wanting
the latest chapter

in the saga with my ex.

Want?
Try need.

(chuckles)

So, I'm having this dream
about Tracey last night,

and we are in a boat

in the middle of -- get this --
the ocean.

What?
Mind...blown.

Yeah, and we're having
a fantasy-football draft.

And my running backs
are DeAngelo Williams,

Jeremy Hill,
and Julius Thomas.

But crazy thing is,
in real life,

Julius Thomas
is a tight end.

Is he? Wow.

What a fascinating story
to tell while barefoot.

So, after the draft, I'm tired,
and so I take a nap.

And then I have a dream
in my dream!

Oh, I can't
take it anymore!

I hate hearing about
people's dreams.

I know.

You told me once,
and I listened.

I care.

Unlike you,
who's just pretending to

because you're afraid

that that CPR couple
will steal me away.

They told you about that,
did they?

(voice breaking) Did they also
tell you how I teared up

at the thought
of losing you

and how I've come
to think of you

as the brother
that I never had?

(normal voice)
Fine. Too Far.

You bug me!

I only put up with you
'cause I care about JJ.

Yeah, right back at you.

No. Don't.

Wait, what happened
to the saxophone?

Doesn't fit
in my practice space.

And I'm a lot better
at this.

(sour notes play)
Okay, okay, that's it.

That's it.
You have to leave.

Or what?
Are you gonna journal about it?

I would be
well within my rights.

I can't have my little sister
around all the time.

I need my privacy.

You do?
(scoffs)

You think it's easy
sharing a bedroom

with your two
older brothers?

I can't change
in my own room.

I can't get any of
my girlfriends to come over,

let alone any dudes.

Gross!
Well, it's true.

You're not the only one
who needs privacy, Ray.

You're just the one who
complains about it the most.

Why do you think
I need to play the blues?

(sour notes play)

Right.

Until JJ gets
his tooth repaired,

there will be no solid food
at this table.

Just
instant mashed potatoes.

My teeth
didn't get knocked out.

Not yet, they didn't.

Now, listen to Mom
and eat your gruel.

Didn't know
it was gonna be so violent.

Wasn't it just a practice?

Can't wait to see
what the game is like.

"I can't make the game."

Why?

What?
You want to quit?

"I'm a lover,
not a fighter."

Oh, Ray,
don't say "lover."

He said it!

I understand you got hurt,
and it was scary,

but this is what
you wanted.

Jimmy, leave him alone.
He's been disfigured.

On a scale from 1 to 10,
he's down to a 13.

But you don't give up,
right?

Am I the only one
who sees this?

You are not quitting.

I saw something
you didn't.

How...happy you were
out there.

I've never seen you
like that.

"But I broke my face.
You were right."

Hey, you got hurt,

but not because
you have cerebral palsy.

You got hurt because
you were playing hockey.

I don't know much
about sports.

But I know a thing or two about
movies about sports,

and in them, somebody always
stands up and starts yelling

about digging deep
and drunk dads

and this town needs
something to cheer for

now that
the factory's gone.

Imagine that's all true.

Ooh, this is good.

You don't like people clapping
and letting you win?

No one is giving you anything
out there.

It's yours to grab.
Take it.

You're in?

Yeah.

Ooh, I'm in, too, now!
I love it!

Feels like a good time
to tell you

that we actually lost
our dental insurance.

(knock on door)

Hello, Kenneth.

I'm not taking
another job,

so you don't have
to pretend to be nice.

Just follow me,
would you?

I'll follow you,

but I'm gonna need to see
your hands the whole way.

Well, I've got something
to show you.

Uh, o-open that.

It's empty.

Good one?

It's for you -- to hold your
things for when you shower here.

But it bothers you
when I shower here.

It does.
But I realized

you've earned a certain amount
of bothering me.

Wow, that's...
actually pretty nice.

And not in a fake way.

This, uh, works.

I may not like
everything you do.

I certainly did not need
to see you naked.

But it's far better
to see you naked

than to not see you
at all.

I'm starting
to like you, too.

Look at you two.
(gasps)

You have come so far. Please
hand me a towel and leave.

It is not your turn
for the towel, Ray.

It's right there!

(Cheers and applause)

KENNETH:
Let's go, DiMeo!

These guys
are really good.

Yeah, but he's out there
doing it.

Go, JJ!

Come on, JJ!

Did you use
my deodorant?

I'm not gonna lie.
I-I did.

It's nice, isn't it?
Mm-hmm.

Oh, come on, ref!
You gonna call that?!

Oh, the ref
isn't disabled, is he?

No.

Die, ref!

Hey,
how amazing is this?

Doing a sport with my son!

Mm! Mm!

Do the sport.

(gasps)
Oh, God.

Let's go.

KENNETH: Let's go!

Come on, Jimmy!

JJ, look behind you!

They're coming, man!
They're coming!

JJ, they're coming!

[ Cheers and applause ]

Hey, Dylan.
We need to talk.

Yesterday in the shower,

I was moved by a gesture
Mom made for Kenneth.

That sounds like
primo journal stuff.

Take a look at this.

You deserve
some space, too.

We'll take turns.

You get Tuesday, Thursday,
and Friday afternoons,

but every other weekend,
we switch off.

Every third Thursday
of the month is mine,

and every second Sunday
of the month is yours.

You did this all today?

I drew this up years ago in case
Mom and Dad ever got a divorce.

It converted perfectly.

Thanks, Ray.

Want to go in there together
one last time?

I'd like that.

**

This was a weird idea.

Let's go.