All language subtitles for Four in the Morning s01e04 Chemistry.eng

(WHISTLING)

My God, Mitzi!
Your shadow is purple!

Excuse me?

Purple.
A deep, royal purple.

Are you having a seizure?

Oh, dear Mitzi, sweet, sweet Mitzi,

your concern is endearing,

but it's not my neuronal state
that's at issue.

You're deeply conflicted
about something.

What?

Shadow color is a transmission,

a conveyance of unconscious
emotional geography.

And your current shade is
associated with uncertainty,

discombobulation and guilt.

- Guilt?
- Yes!

But the shadow teachings are
based on Catholic principles,

so all of the colors
are associated with guilt

to a certain extent.

Shadows are black.

Like the color of the sky?

The sky is blue, Bondurant.

Obviously, not right now.

Oh, my God,
are you shadow-blind?

You can't be blind to
something that doesn't exist.

Oh, that's the only way
you can be to something

- that doesn't exist.
- Okay, there is no...

Shadows don't work like that.

Then tell me, Mitzi,
how do you decipher hidden moods,

if not by shining a light
on the subject?

I don't know.
Okay, geez.

But I'm not uncertain,

or conflicted about anything, so...

- Well, shadows don't lie.
- I don't lie!

Of course.

I didn't mean...

I'm concerned about you.

I know. It's okay.

I'm just stressed, you know?

The bank's got these new partners

who just can't keep
their shit together.

The Moldovans again?

Their chemist told my boss that the
enrichment program was successful,

but you know how these things go.
They want more money.

The uranium wasn't weapons-grade.
And eventually,

I end up digging shallow
graves in a marsh.

Well, perhaps this time
it will be weapons-grade.

Yeah?

That's so sweet.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

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S01E04
Chemistry

(BOTH PANTING)

- God, you're gorgeous.
- Yeah?

Do you ever get tired of hearing that?

- Never.
- I think I'd get tired of it.

Maybe that's why you're
not so good to look at.

- Because I wouldn't appreciate it?
- My working theory.

Well, I could poke holes in it.

(GRUNTS)

JAMIE: Should you really
be eating those?

- Huh?
- You know,

because of your allergies.

Right. I forgot
oysters were...

Shellfish?

- What's wrong with you two?
- Nothing.

It's not nothing, it's getting worse!

- What's getting worse?
- Nothing.

It's not nothing, it's getting worse!

If I leave them alone, I figure they'll
just keep going around like this.

Bondurant and I always
climax simultaneously.

We were a few seconds off tonight.

We were a few seconds off
the first time tonight!

The second time,
we were 30 seconds off.

The third time
we were two minutes off...

Oh, come on.

The Smits are incredibly
virile, William.

My grandfather once impregnated a woman

by breaking a $10 bill for her.

Uh-huh.

Something's amiss,

but I can't quite put my penis on it.

- Maybe it was just something you ate.
- Impossible.

All I've had today are figs,
oysters, and spring water.

So the usual, then?

Are you sure you don't feel
even slightly discombobulated?

My shadow is not the issue, Bondurant!

What?

You really are gorgeous.

And I'm not saying that

- because I just came inside you.
- It was a big one. I could feel it.

Been saving up all week.

Well, you sure know how
to make a girl feel special.

I can't believe I haven't
gotten you pregnant yet.

My IUD's like
a Gatling Gun at Normandy,

picking off your little sperms
as they hit the beach.

There were no Gatling Guns at Normandy,

but those engrained
German sensibilities

are getting me hard again!

Easy.
I think I need a breather.

Come on, let's go.

Ass on the mattress.
Legs in the air.

Keep talking like that,
I might actually get off this time.

BONDURANT: Oh!

- What?
- Huh?

- Leave it alone, dude.
- Doesn't sound like me.

Got something on your mind?

JAMIE: Let's get out of the
city, go somewhere warm.

Cuba. Finca Vigia.

My friend has a plane that
I've always wanted to steal.

- Hold on.
- God damn it.

What are you not telling me?

Nothing. I know how you've
always wanted to angle marlin.

I'll man the machine gun.

Keep the sharks off your catch.

Jamie?

(NERVOUSLY) Look, it's not
a big deal. Okay?

I didn't have an orgasm.
It happens to me sometimes.

(SCOFFS) No, it doesn't.

What?

You always have an orgasm.
I make sure of it.

- Oh, you do, do you?
- Yeah.

All that moaning and convulsing...

Your hip bone was digging into me.

You probably just don't
know what it feels like.

Oh, Jesus!

You're telling me that I don't
know what an orgasm feels like?

There's no shame in that.

You know what?
Maybe you're right.

Maybe I don't know
what it feels like anymore,

seeing as I haven't had one
since we started dating.

You're saying I'm the problem?

JAMIE:
There is no problem, William.

I like sex with you, it's just
a different experience for me.

Is it because my penis
is too small for you?

Oh my God, William.
No, your penis is not small.

I know that.

I didn't say "small."
I said "too small for you."

Oh, so it's my fault.

My gigantic, cavernous vagina.

(CHOKES)

- Why didn't you tell me?
- Oh, I don't know.

Maybe because I thought
you couldn't handle it,

but good thing I was wrong.

So, you've just been faking it
with me this whole time.

Look, don't blame me
because you can't recognize

what a satisfied woman looks like.

I always go down on you.

And it feels great when you do.

For, like, 40 minutes I go down on you.

I got carpal tunnel in my jaw
from your stubborn clitoris.

You said you loved my clitoris.

- Yeah, well, I lied.
- You lied.

I lied about how much I enjoy,
how much I appreciate,

how much I just love your...

Your listless, dead-end,
inert fuckin'...

- God damn it!
- (GASPS)

(GROANS)

- What was that?
- What?

What was that heave?

What heave?
There was no heave.

That little jolt in your hip.

Look, you're concussed, okay.
You're not thinking straight.

'Cause it almost
looked like you were...

Here.

- (SCREAMS)
- Oh, God.

See? See?
That, right there.

- Don't look at me.
- What was that?

I'm a bad seed, William.
I'm no good.

An equal blend of narcissism,
machiavellianism,

psychopathy and everyday sadism.

You just described
half the people I know.

Just leave it alone, okay?
It's for your own good.

- Listen to her, dude.
- Concur.

Jamie, what the hell's going on?

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

Of course my parents knew the risks
of their coupling.

My father descended
from German prostitutes and bankers.

My mother from farmers and pixies.

Every few generations,
one of us pops up.

- I thought you were an orphan.
- Not until I was nine.

They gave me up when I was nine.

Your parents gave you up?

JAMIE: Well, technically,
they threw me overboard.

Once they realized what I was.

What were you?

A handful, William.
She was a handful.

Keep going, dear.

I bounced around for a while.

Never staying in the same place

for more than a few months at a time.

Until one of the nuns at the convent

introduced me to my first husband.

First husband?
You were married?

Twice, if you don't
count the third time.

We don't count the third time, dear.

Alexander was sweet.

The heir to a great Bulgarian
diaper fortune.

He showed me what it was to love.

Of course...

He left before we could
become anything substantial.

- He divorced you?
- Shot himself.

- Hmm?
- Yes.

Our time together was short,

(SIGHING) but Alexander

was perhaps, my most generous lover.

He knew how to give me
exactly what I needed.

- And what's that?
- Don't rush her!

Sorry, this is a lot to absorb.

Ugh.

Alexander, of course, had made
provisions for my future.

So, for the next 17 months,

I bounced around from city to city,

off the coast of here and there.

But never in a million years

did I expect my path to cross
with a man like Gapit.

(STAMMERING) "Gapit"?

An Indonesian auto-mechanic
without a rupee to his name.

It was a particularly dry
August morning when we first

discovered each other.

I was swimming off the coast
of the Riau Archipelago,

when a gray whale came and
swallowed my body whole.

Gapit, while scavenging the
ocean floor for scrap metal,

witnessed my circumstance,

jumped from the bow of his jukung

and with a sharp piece of loose coral,

liberated me from the beast's stomach.

??

Okay, this is ridiculous.

William's right to protest.

The gray whale feeds in the Arctic

during the summer months.

It must have been a humpback.

- Good catch.
- Mmm.

We spent our days drunk off rum

and our nights tangled
together in his airless batak.

There were times that I thought

Gapit would be unaffected by
my aphrodisiomanical demands.

Until he hung himself.

Another suicide?

Damn it, William, you're the
one who asked to hear this!

That was before I realized

she'd been married to two
guys who killed themselves.

Three, if you count the third time.

We don't count the third time, dear.

What the hell happened the third time?

After Gapit, I was in
a very dark place.

- You were depressed?
- No, Iceland.

I was very happy, celebrating
my new-found freedom.

That's when I met Elin.

We had only been together a week

when she hurled herself
off a mountain top

at our wedding.

I suppose she was accustomed
to the instant gratification

afforded to expatriated
European princesses.

I'm sorry, a princess?

Yes, her family was Dutch royalty.

Escaped the English in '38.

You mean the Nazis?

No, I don't.

Oh, okay.

I should've known that my demands

would be too great for her.

That's what drove her insane.

That's what drove them all insane.

??

Their pursuit to satisfy me.

- What are you talking about?
- (INHALES)

(EXHALES)

Go ahead, dear.

(SIGHS)

I'm a sexual contrarian.

Dear God!

I can only have an orgasm
at the precise moment

that my partner
achieves full anti-orgasm.

- "Anti-orgasm"?
- Yes.

The exact opposite of an orgasm.

Is that it?

Bondurant, tell the story about
your father's rectal cyst.

(CLEARS THROAT)

His fingers pinched down
on the mighty abscess.

A howl carried through
the halls of our double-wide,

as the great ball of decay

shot across the room, like a cannon.

This doing it for you?

I'm actually a bit
turned on now. Bondurant?

My belly could not
possibly be fuller of oysters.

- That's all I needed to hear.
- (GROWLS)

(GROWLS)

You don't think I can do it.

You don't think I can give you one.

That's what you took
away from all of this?

WILLIAM: You want
to have this over me.

It's all just some sort of tall tale

to make me look like an idiot.

JAMIE:
Keep talking like that,

it's gonna become a cautionary tale

that makes you look like an idiot.

(BANGS TABLE)
I wanna give it a shot.

- Don't say that.
- I can do it. I know I can do it.

JAMIE: Of course you can do it.
Are you insane?

You're nothing but neuroses
and self-loathing.

You're basically
a walking anti-orgasm,

but I care about you
and I don't want to lose you.

(SCOFFS)

Fine.

You know what? Forget it.

- Where are you going?
- (SIGHS) I don't know.

Guess I'm saving myself.

(SIGHS)

- (MOANING)
- (PANTING)

(TIMER BEEPS)

How'd we do?

Twenty-seven seconds apart!

That's good!

At least we're headed back
in the right direction.

It's not good enough, damn it!
We're going again!

Bondurant, I'm gonna say something

no Marquez has ever said before,

but I don't think I can have
any more sex tonight.

What if I let you be the man this time?

I thought that's what we always do.

(SIGHS) Don't you understand?

There's a ripple effect
to these things.

First the sex goes, then one
day you can't even guess

which mathematical constant
I'm thinking of in my head.

- Euler's number.
- Oh! That's not the point.

Bondurant, we're fine, really.

We're just growing.

"Growing"?

Three months in.
Every relationship goes through this.

The boning becomes less awesome,

and you start doing
other activities together.

Like what?

I don't know, I've never made it
to three months before.

Well...

(EXHALES)

Mitzi, do you want to come
to Manitoba for Thanksgiving?

- What does my shadow tell you?
- Oh.

- Appears to be gunmetal.
- Ugh!

No, no, no, no!
It's good. It's good.

Gunmetal is the color of
contentment and love.

Of course it is.

And maybe, if Thanksgiving goes well,

I can come to New York with you

when you go to Juilliard.

Well, that sounds completely realistic.

- (GIGGLES)
- (LAUGHS)

William!

William.

What are you doing?

(PANTING)

You're in surprisingly bad shape.

Seriously, that was,
like, barely 50 yards.

(PANTING)
There were stairs, okay?

Just shut up for a minute.

Look, I didn't handle
that whole thing very well.

That's just it, Jamie.
I don't want to be handled.

I want to throw you down,
rip your clothes off,

and screw you
till you can't walk straight.

(JAMIE SIGHS)

(WILLIAM SIGHS)

All right.
Well, I'm gonna...

Do you have any idea what it
feels like to go to sleep

and not feel safe?

I told you,
I don't have a night-light.

I have a reading light.

A Princess Aurora reading light.

JAMIE: Do you have any idea
what that does to a kid?

Night in, night out?

Lying there, quietly,

still as a board.

Just waiting for sunrise and...

Praying to God that you're not
the one that gets noticed.

You're not the one that gets picked.

What?

I wasn't 17 before I'd seen
a lifetime of sunrises.

I'd imagine them
every hour, every night.

Jamie, you've never said...
I didn't know.

I don't talk about it.
Some people talk about it.

They feel like the words
help diminish the truth.

I don't talk about it

because the words
help diminish the truth.

But when I'm with you, William,

for one of the first times
in my entire life

I don't feel afraid to go to sleep.

All that stuff just fades away,

and I'm with you

and I feel happy and safe and loved.

Just to be clear,

I've never actually said
that I love you, so...

So if you feel like you need this.

If you need to prove to yourself

in some ridiculous,
outdated, macho-istic way

that you can satisfy me, then...

I understand.
But I'm telling you right now,

I'm already satisfied.

(SIGHS)

I need this.

(SIGHS) Fuckin' idiot.

(BOTH SIGHING)

Your writing is derivative.

You've never read my writing.

I glanced at a short story
on your desk once.

It was derivative. And
the prose, a little ornate.

I know which one you're talking about.
It's an old sample.

I've actually been working on
something a bit bigger.

Well, I look forward to reading

all of your future unpublished works.

You think this is going
to get me to anti-orgasm?

- No, this is just foreplay.
- Well, this is lame.

Well, you gotta let me
work up to it, okay?

So what, you're gonna insult
my mother next?

No. No, I'm not gonna insult
your psychotic mother.

All right, it's good.
It's good, keep going.

Oh, are we going?

It's kind of hard to tell when
I can't feel you inside of me.

Please, enough with this crap.

Let's get to the main event already.

- You wanna get to it, huh?
- Yeah.

Then beg me.

- Beg you?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I want you to beg me
like you begged your parents

for that chemistry set
when you were a child.

What's going on? What is this?

Tell me, William, what did you
do when your parents refused

to buy you that Dr. A.
Prentice Chemcraft Senior Set?

- Huh?
- What did you do?

(STAMMERING) Nothing.
I didn't do anything!

You went out and you got it
for yourself, didn't you?

You saved up in secret,

all your birthdays, and Christmases,

and driveway shoveling money,

and on the afternoon of March the 21st,

you missed your school bus home

and you took the number five
downtown, isn't that right?

How did you...
I never told you any of that.

Your eyes, William.
Your eyes give you away.

I want to stop now.

Your brother was there
when you got home,

visiting for the weekend.

Tell me, William,
did you even say "hello"

before your anxious little
feet carried you upstairs?

- It's not my fault.
- How could it be?

You were only a child, after all.

I mean, how could you have any notion,

the dangers contained
within that chemistry set?

I couldn't have... (STAMMERS)
I didn't know that...

I mean, unless
the manufacturers had saw fit

to label their product with
some sort of a warning system?

- (EXHALES)
- Hmm.

What did the box say, William?

(STAMMERS) I don't remember.

Of course you remember.

It's all you've thought about
for the last 15 years.

- No!
- You asked for this.

You wanted this. Now tell me,
what did the fucking box say?

"Ages 9 to 12." Okay?

It said, "Ages 9 to 12."

- And how old were you?
- I was eight.

(MOANS) Oh, God!

Your brother had a hockey
scholarship to Michigan, yes?

From what I understand, he was
a very promising prospect.

Even had some interest
from some professional clubs.

He was too small.
It wouldn't have mattered.

Oh, dear, dear William,

is that how you've been coping
all these years?

He said it himself.
He never would have made it!

He's protecting you, William.

He's protecting you,

just like he protected you
that fateful spring evening,

when the inferno tore through
your parents' split-level,

trapping you upstairs.

My father had just
lacquered the floors.

Might as well have been gasoline!

- Oh, God, yes!
- Please stop!

- Don't stop!
- I tried to get out.

But the heat...

The flames...

(SOBBING) I couldn't even see the door.

But Danny could.
Yeah.

Yeah, Danny could.
And he rushed to your rescue,

and without any thought
of his own well-being,

threw you on his back and jumped

from the second-story window.

I told him it was too high.

Your brother broke his leg
rescuing you,

and his backwards skating
was never the same.

He sacrificed his dream, William.

All so that you could conjure

colored puffs of smoke
for your friends?

They would have thought I was so cool!

(WAILS) I'm sorry, Danny!
I'm so sorry!

Oh, God! Oh, God!

He should have let me die!

Oh, God!

Yes, yes, yes, yes!

I'm doing it! I'm doing it.
I'm anti-orgasming.

(MOANING)

- I'm so sad-happy.
- (CONTINUES MOANING)

(BOTH SCREAMING)

(BOTH SOBBING)

I'm glad we're so normal.

(WILLIAM SIGHS)

- You okay, bud?
- Hmm?

Oh, yeah.

Sounded pretty intense back there.

I'll get over it.

I didn't know your
brother played hockey.

That's because he didn't.

Hold on.

Did you fake an anti-orgasm?

Then where did she
come up with all that stuff?

She read my short story.

Yeah, but why would she
just assume it was about...

Because Jamie doesn't think
I have the creative fortitude

to write about anything other
than personal experiences.

Oh, you don't.

Guess that's why it wasn't very good.

(EXHALES)

I'm really not sure if
this was brutally depraved

or intensely sweet of you.

I honestly can't tell anymore.

- This is a new church?
- Uh, yes.

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