All language subtitles for SurrealEstate S02E07 US

Previously on SurrealEstate...

Eat a heaping bowl of shit,
Hasan!

You’re a sociopath!

- I hate your job.
- All of it!

That’s real estate, kitten.

I think I’ve found your mom.

Trying to track her through a
couple of towns over the years.

Any word from
the adoption people.

You and Anthony
will be the best dads ever.

You haven’t
heard from, uh, Susan?

You’ve reached
Susan Ireland.

I’m sorry that I forgot
how good you really are.

Morris,
it’s time for bed!

Read to me!

- Oh, it’s late.
- You have school tomorrow.

Thirsty.

Oh...

Don’t go. Not yet.

Morris.

Please, just
a little longer.

There’s nothing
to be afraid of.

- Did you check all of the...
- I checked

behind the dresser
and in the closet.

- How about under the bed?
- Under the bed, too.

Morris,

you’re getting too big
for this.

There’s nothing
to be afraid of.

Now, go to sleep.

Open a little?

Morris.

Morrisss!

Morris, I am
soooooo hungry!

Eventually you’ll fall asleep.
Yes, you’ll fall asleep!

And your little hand
will fall out of the bed

just a little,
a little,

and that’s when
I’m gonna grab it

and then I’m going to
eat your fingers like weenies!

His name is Morris Truby.

His mother just passed
so he’s settling the estate.

What seems to be
the problem?

- I’m not sure.
- Truby doesn’t talk much,

kind of rough around the edges.
A little scary.

It’s the house he grew up in,
so it’s...

gotta be
kind of emotional.

So we treat it
like a Normie?

Think we do a standard PKT,
just in case.

I got Phil doing a quick workup
on the history,

but the Trubys
are the original owners

so I don’t expect
more there.

Still, better safe than sorry

before we start trooping buyers
through the place.

Sounds like you don’t trust
Mister Truby.

He didn’t mention
anything specific, but, uh...

I got the feeling
he was holding back.

Uh...

A feeling?

I still get ’em,
you know.

Good to know.

Hey! Anything new
on the Truby place?

Uh, no.

I mean, yes!

There-there’s stuff on Truby

that’s not much at all,
but, um...

this is something else.

What is it?

Your mom.

I-I-I know there’s a lot of
stuff going on right now, but...

I thought that this
kind of took precedence.

After all it’s...
it’s your mom.

Okay.

- It’s all here.
- Her name,

where you can find her.

You know, whenever you’re ready.

So, what’s new
on the adoption front?

Uh...

We wait.

- I worry about Anthony.
- How so?

Well, it’s dangerous
to want anything

as much as he
wants this baby.

It’ll all work out.

So, Truby.

Eleanor Truby
bought the house new in the 70s.

She, uh, lived there
until she died last year.

- Left it to her only son.
- Morris.

Morris’ history is, uh,
a lot more cinematic.

Bunch of misdemeanors as a kid,
assault, petty theft.

Joined the Navy,

got a barely
honorable discharge.

Graduated to the big leagues
as a young man:

extortion, racketeering.

Spent some time in prison
for manslaughter,

which is lovely.

Just got out a few months ago
and here we are.

Man did his time.

- Not judging.
- Just doing what I do.

- They’re here.
- Excuse me?

About a thousand resumes.

You know, the people
you want to replace Susan with.

You know, I wish you
wouldn’t put it that way.

She quit, remember?

We can’t make her love us
if she doesn’t...

- Okay, Bonnie Raitt.
- Thank you.

But we care about Susan here
and this is just wrong.

- And she quit, Zooey!
- She chose

not to work here anymore
and we have to respect that.

So, the issue is
what do we do now?

We have a record number
of listings,

thanks in no small part
to Susan’s efforts,

and we need help.

Okay, fine.

I could still help
on a limited basis.

And I’m going to need you to,
but you are new

and your heart
just isn’t in it.

I need an experienced pro.

I need a rainmaker

and a closer
both in the same body.

And it would be nice
if they wouldn’t

run screaming into the night
at the sight of our...

target demographic.

I think...

I might know somebody.

Hey!

What’s all this?

It’s science.

This is private property.

You need to
get your ass outta here.

You’re with Roman?

Okay.

You, uh,
find anything interesting?

Too early to tell.

Welcome home,

Morris!

Lomax.

Roman.

Haven’t seen you
since the Whitby deal.

Well, I’m sorry
about how that turned out.

- Buyer pulled out.
- Not your fault.

Only it actually
kinda was.

Our firm was controlling
Whitby’s second choice,

so I whispered in his ear.
He bailed on your property

and then we became
his first choice.

I knew you did that.

No, you didn’t.

I know when people are lying.
I get a...

Kinda itch in my nose.
It’s a thing.

So why’d you quit?

You were their
biggest producer.

They made my nose itch.

A lot.

[quiet footfalls

How did you know
where to find me?

- Saw you at the cemetery.
- I was visiting my father.

Common ground.

So, who’s he?

Tonito, Gabriel R.

Tonito.

- Yeah, I know.
- It sounds like a snack.

What did he do?

He died.

Before that.

Large animal veterinarian.

He was performing a...

rectal exam

on an Arabian stallion
when his heart gave out.

He was just, sorta...

just dangling there
until the paramedics arrived.

It was very sad.

- So he died as he lived.
- With his arm up a horse’s...

Do what you love and you will
never work a day in your life.

So on that subject:

Are you looking
to get back into real estate?

Huh!

Maybe.

I don’t know.

I’m just here
helping my folks out.

My dad wants me to take over
the family business

but this just...
this isn’t my thing.

So, the reason I’m here...

we may have an opening.

I need talent, experience
and an open mind.

- I’m in.
- It gets weird sometimes.

The Roman Agency
tends to handle a certain...

Number one,
I know what you guys do.

Number two, I currently
sew dead people’s lips shut

and scoop out their guts
like a Halloween pumpkin,

so whatever kind of "weird"
you got is...

a lateral move at best.

May only be temporary.

Everything’s temporary.

Just ask Mr. Tonito.

Susan?

Susan?

Hello?

Yeah. Okay, I guess.

Okay, yeah, I’ll be back
in just a minute.

Yeah, I’ll gather the troops.

Okay. Bye.

Damn it.

Hey.

Do you know
what this is about?

- Zooey says show up, I show up.
- Anything on Truby?

The house is rather strange.

There is something there,
but it isn’t tripping the MEE.

- Something... friendly?
- A Swayze?

- Possibly.
- But have you met Mister Truby?

Uh, read his rap sheet.

There is anger
rolling off the man.

He just got out of prison.

I could tell
from the ink.

What do you know
about prison tattoos?

More than I care to.

Phil, August, this is Lomax.

She’s going to be
working with us for a while.

We’re pretty informal
around here.

- What’s your first name?
- Clytemnestra.

Ah! Wife of Agamemnon,
twin sister to Helen of Troy.

My Mom’s Greek
and my dad’s just... mean.

- Lomax it is, then.
- Welcome aboard.

Lomax worked at
Halostone Properties

- for six years.
- Halostone? They’re huge.

She was their number one
in sales

and she ate my lunch
on a deal

so I’d rather have her with us
than against us.

- Hey, Luke.
- Mister Truby’s here.

Where you been?

Around. We’ll talk later.

Delighted to meet you.

I’m Zooey.
I run things here.

Lomax. I sell shit.

Send him in.

That’s it.

Okay.

Lomax...

Mister Truby,

this is, uh, Lomax,
one of our top agents.

She needs to get out of here.

This is between you and me.

No. We work as a team.

Then maybe I fire your ass.

Well, the exit
is clearly marked.

Okay, look, I-I really need
your help with this.

I think you owe Lomax
an apology.

Sorry.

Good. Now...

why don’t you tell us

what is really going on
in your house.

The truth, please.

It started
when I was about seven.

This... voice

started talking to me
from under my bed.

You gotta understand,
I was a kid.

My mom and I barely got away
from my dad alive.

We had to start over.

She worked her ass off
to keep us in that house.

We loved that house.

- And yet?
- This voice under the bed

it kept saying it was gonna
eat my fingers, my-my toes,

my feet...

anything that extended
past the mattress.

And you believed it?

- Were you listening?
- I was seven!

I made a lot of mistakes.
I hurt a lot of people,

including my mom.

It wasn’t my fault.

It was the voice.

That’s why I need you
to kill it

before it does the same thing
to some other family.

Kill it?

That’s...

that’s what you do, right?

Maybe.

So, that’s the brand of weird
you were talking about?

The cast changes regularly,

but the story
is pretty consistent:

There is something in the house
making it hard for us to sell

and we make it...
go away.

You’re serious.

Well, you can always head back
to the relative moral clarity

of the embalming table.
There’s still time for that.

Hello, Zooey.

Hey. Todd from
Cold Basin Developments

wants to know when you’re gonna
take another run at the squatte

- in Marsden Towers.
- Oh, man.

Might be a good job
for the new girl.

Maybe scare her away.

I don’t scare that easy.

Ah, uh...

Sorry. You’re breaking up.
Can’t hear you.

I like Zooey.

She lies with style and flair.

Our developer client

is razing an old housing project
to turn into a new condo.

Paying the current tenants
a ton of money

to get them out...
way over market...

but there is one woman
who is not on board.

There’s always somebody.

Yep. We have sent over
three different reps already.

I’ve even gone myself.

She won’t even answer the door.

Give me a shot.

Really?

Put me in, coach.

So...

to be clear, you’d like us
to put out a hit on...

- the boogeyman?
- I don’t think I said that.

A monster under the bed.

Yeah. So what do we do
to make it...

go away?

Interesting.

I don’t know that we’ve had
one of these.

Well, Truby
was genuinely terrified of it.

Truby is packing.

Yeah, there is
a lot of clutter in that house.

No, he’s packing.

Carrying a gat, a piece,
a roscoe, a gun.

Sign of the times.

No, much more.

Truby is out on parole.

If he’s caught with a gun,
he goes right back in,

so something must be
frightening him terribly.

So, what, you think
he wants to shoot the monster?

Hm, I doubt
that would be effective.

Well, find us something
that will.

Hm...

- Ms. Amaranth?
- Hello?

Hello? Ms. Amaranth!

Ms. Amaranth,
I’m pretty sure you’re in there.

Go away.

Ms, Amaranth,
uh, my name is Lomax

and this is my first day
on a new job.

My boss sent me over here
to talk to you

and if... if you don’t so much
as just open the door,

he’s gonna write me off
as an underachiever on day one.

You don’t want me look bad
on my first day, do ya?

Hi.

Can I come in?

Thank you.

Huh.

You’re the first woman
they’ve sent.

Mostly they’ve been workmen;
hardhats.

Then lawyers...

I think one of them
was a real estate guy.

Ooh. My boss.

- You’re all wasting your time.
- I’m not leaving.

Actually, you are
’cause they have a warrant,

which means they could,
literally, pull you out of here

kicking and screaming and
throw your stuff on the lawn.

Or,

you could leave with dignity

and enough cash to buy yourself
some place bigger, nicer.

And wouldn’t the press
make a meal out of a

greedy developer throwing
a nice old lady out of her home.

That’s why their offer
is so generous.

But, Ms. Amaranth...

Elsa.

Elsa...

There is no way this ends with
you staying in this apartment.

How long have you been here,
anyway?

Hm.

Seems like forever.

It only talks to me
when I’m alone.

And that’s why
we’re going to

Cyrano de Bergerac
the shit out of it.

I’ll be listening
in the other room.

I can tell you what to say.

We can’t just
incinerate the little turd?

No. And Morris...

Give me your gun.

Not gonna happen.

It’s not going to work
against him.

We don’t know that.

Give me the gun.

Milk and sugar
in your tea?

- Uh, no.
- Straight up is fine.

These vintage photos
are amazing.

Who’s this
in this really old one?

She looks just like you.

Yes.

She does, doesn’t she?

Hello?

So where are you?

Aren’t you gonna scare me?

Threaten to eat my fingers or...

Morris.

You’re such a
scared little rabbit.

Tell him
that you are not afraid.

- Tell him...
- Your friend lies!

He’s a lying liar!
You are afraid.

You’ll always be afraid!

Tell him he’s not real.

You’re not real.

What if he’s right, Morris?

What if I’m nothing
but your trembling,

bed-wetty worry-worries
whispering in your ear?

Tell him again.

You’re not real!

- What’s worse, Morris?
- A coward or a fool?

Or a bad son

who couldn’t even
protect his mother,

a son so bad
his own father ran away?

- I’ve had it.
- Morris.

I’ve had it. I’m done.

Morris, you need to
calm down.

- Nobody talks that shit to me!
- Nobody.

I am gonna burn that damn house
to the ground

and torch that shit
along with it!

Now, Elsa...

put the knife down.

Oh, I will, dear.

I can’t die.

Nothing can kill me.

Nothing I’ve found, anyway.

Okay...

So, you’ve been...

I’ve been alive
for over 500 years.

I’ve lived here
for over a 100.

So you...

you see why
I don’t want to leave.

Why I can’t.

When was the last time
you were outside?

- I, uh...
- can scarcely remember.

The war had just ended.

Which war?

Oh, pick one.

I remember...

I went outside.

People were celebrating
in the streets.

A man grabbed me and kissed me
and I was so frightened that...

I went inside
and I haven’t been out since.

Oh, there’s always been someone
to bring me groceries and...

and books.

And then Amazon and DoorDash
and COVID 19 came along

and the world
caught up with me.

Still...

I just grew so tired
of seeing friends...

lovers...

children,
everybody I cared about

grow old and die
while I just...

stayed the same.

Like a bug caught in amber.

You know, I feel you.

I can understand the downside
of living too long.

But I gotta say

there are a lot of people
who live too short.

I met some of them
on my last job.

I crave permanence.

This was supposed to be
my forever home.

Let me show you something.

These...

are houses...

you can buy
with what the developer

is going to pay you.

Some of them are really nice.
Look...

they’ll move your furniture
and all your stuff in there

and you can be
every bit as comfortable there

as you are here.

Even more so because people
like me will stop bugging you.

- Thank you.
- I-I have a home.

I’m not giving up.

It was very nice
talking to you.

Well, it’s not like you have
anyone to compare me to.

And just so you know,

present company excluded,

any poor schmuck can die.

But to live,
to truly live?

Takes work.

I didn’t see the shooter.

Uh, the car was a sedan.
White, I think.

You’re pretty quiet,
Mister Truby.

Never saw ’em before.

You’ve got quite a
colorful history.

See, the important word there
is history.

Old news.

Make sure we have
your contact information.

- We’ll be getting in touch.
- We gave the officer my card.

Hey, thanks.

You actually saved my life.

Not to mention
what would have happened

if that cop
found me carrying a gun.

Let me buy you a drink?

Do you know who
took a shot at you?

I owe them money.

And they’re trying to kill
a dead man.

The headaches started
when I was in prison.

I thought it was lack of sleep.

The nightmares
were coming back hard.

The voice under the bed.

Yeah.

Then a few months ago
I had an MRI.

They call it
a grade 4 glioblastoma.

Brain tumor.

Last dance.

I’m sorry.

So, basically,

I made up a checklist
of three things I needed to do

while I was vertical
and lucid:

Sell my mom’s house;

settle the score
with that thing under the bed;

and then I gotta
get to Elko, Nevada.

What’s in Elko, Nevada?

My daughter.

She’s 19.

I haven’t seen her
since I got out.

She never gave up on me.

Nice.

Yeah, well,

so far I am zero for three.

I am gonna get rid of that house
and that thing

one way or another.

Morris, the voice,

the monster, what it said
about your mom and dad...

No. It was just trying
to piss me off.

- Maybe there’s more to it?
- Let it go.

It’s not something
I really want to talk about.

That is what I’m saying!

I know a little
about how complicated

the whole parent thing can be...
dads, moms.

You can ignore it.

But it’s always there
because it’s a part of you.

It’s where you came from.

And until you confront it,

it’s your
unfinished business.

Stick to real estate.

You’re a lousy shrink.

Now, if you’ll excuse me,

I have some boxes to check.

- See, the MEE is flat.
- It’s not malevolent.

It wants to eat his fingers.

The MEE does not
measure rhetoric;

only intent.

It does not wish him ill.

I gotta ask:

that prison tattoo thing?

My big brother.

I idolized him.
He was...

smart in all the ways
I was not.

So what happened?

He was stopped
at the wrong intersection

by the wrong police officer
with the wrong companion.

- Damn.
- It was only two years.

24 months.

But...

he came out of jail

with the hard look
of someone I didn’t know.

And lots of ink,

just like Mister Truby.

I’m sorry.

He died a quiet death

12 weeks later.

A knife in the guts.

My brilliant brother.

- You know, I am so sorry.
- I gotta take this.

Phil Orley.

Yeah, Anthony is my husband.
Is he okay?

When?

All right, I’m on my way.
Where should I...?

Emergency?

- Morning.
- Late night?

- Kinda.
- August in?

- Yeah.
- Hey, Luke, um...

- I’m worried about Susan.
- We talked about this.

- No, no, no, no, no!
- Listen, listen, listen, okay?

I went by her new place
and it is like nobody

even lives there.
I mean, the drapes are closed

in the middle of the day
and at night it’s...

How often do you drive by?

I’m just worried.

Okay? I-I call her
and her voicemail’s full.

I email and nothing.
I-I text, I get nothing.

Or something that I can’t
even imagine Susan would say.

I’ll give her a try.

- Yes! Please.
- Thank you.

The voicemail box
of Susan Ireland is full.

Goodbye.

You got a sec?

Yeah.

I struck out
on the squatter.

I’m not surprised.

She is determined to stay
for...

reasons.

- But you talked to her.
- She opened up to you.

Opened up
is what she did, yeah.

What happened to your
"monster under the bed" guy?

I’m worried he’s going to
do something dumb.

I... hate you.

I hate what you did to me.

You made me a bully
and a criminal.

You made me a monster.

Goddam you!

You’ve made me
just like you!

So tonight...

I am going to
burn it all down.

I am gonna die.

But first...

you are gonna burn.

Don’t die.

What do you-
what do you mean?

Don’t die!

I wasn’t...
I didn’t be to make you afraid!

It was to stop you afraid!

I don’t believe you.

- But you do!
- You do believe!

Oh, Morrisss,

I live to make you scared of me
so you become tough!

Haaarrrd!

Not scared of nobody
ever again!

Not the bad man,
not nobodeee!

The bad man?

But then you got so mean,
Morris.

So mean!

I’m sorry, soooo sorry.

Why are you still here?

I only live for scare you,
Morris!

But never enough.

You stay hard and mean.

I get tired.

I fail.

So sorry, Morrisss.

If I stood up to you once,
just-just one time,

would my life
have been different?

I’m sorry,
Morrisss.

I don’t want you to die.

Until you confront it,

it’s your unfinished business.

Hm.