All language subtitles for One Mississippi s01e01 Pilot.eng

Welcome to Tig's
Musical Story Hour.

My grandmother, Mildred,
up in Jackson

owned a gift shop
that my brother and I

spent all of our time in
as kids when we would visit her.

She could never say no
to any of my requests

for yet another
stuffed animal off her shelf,

and my collection
eventually grew to somewhere between

20 to 30 furry whales,
tigers, puppies,

you name it.

Once I was back home,

I'd line the hallways
of our house

with all of my
acquired little creatures,

and pretend that they were
each patiently awaiting

their reservation at the
world class restaurant

that I owned and operated.

To be fair,
the restaurant, we served mainly, um,

nothing.

I'd poke my head out of
my bedroom door,

and call in parties of
two elephants,

a multi-species
birthday party of six.

Sometimes even a solo party
of one fuzzy armadillo

would show up
for a bite to eat.

Whatever the assortment,

some, if not most,
found themselves

waiting up to four hours
just to be seated.

It was, honestly,
that good.

No feet, no hands,
no problem.

I did not discriminate.

Sadly,

my establishment mysteriously
went out of business

once I turned 11.

My stepfather
considered my old pals a fire hazard,

but my mother saved them
in an old trunk.

If my story/DJ career

does not pan out,

I can always just pull
the old stuffed animals out,

and get the restaurant
started again.

[sighs]
That is my story for this week.

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♫ Jambalaya and
a crawfish pie ♫

♫ And a fillet gumbo ♫

♫ 'Cause tonight
I'm gonna see ♫

♫ Ma cher amio ♫

♫ Pick guitar,
fill a fruit jar ♫

♫ And be gay-o ♫

♫ Son of a gun
we'll have big fun ♫

♫ On the bayou ♫

♫ Son of a gun
we'll have big fun ♫

♫ On the bayou ♫

Man: [on P.A.]
Welcome to Los Angeles International Airport.

All baggage claim carousels
are located on the lower--

Man: [on P.A.]
Last call, flight 4017 to New Orleans.

Last call, flight 4017
to New Orleans.

Tig, what the hell?

Oh, my God,
you look like shit.

Thank you, Remy.

- Oh, my God.
- I told you on the phone, I'm just-- I'm not--

You told me you were sick.
You told me you're not feeling well.

I know, but I-- I--
Well, yeah.

Is this the--
the chemo?

No, this is the
intestinal disease,

the thing C. diff.

Like the runs?

I mean, if you want to
dress it up.

Announcer:
Welcome to New Orleans International Airport...

How's Mom?

She's still on
life support.

We're gonna take her
off life support.

That's why you came here.

Thanks, Bill.
And hello.

Hello, Tig.

[respirator hissing]

It's just not her.

It most certainly
is her, Tig.

Look at the ID
on the bed.

Bill, come on.

I know it's her,
I'm just--

Never mind.

So, the nurse is gonna
go ahead and disconnect the respirator.

Any questions?

About death?

About the process.

Is she gonna die right away?

Possibly.

But it could take hours,
even days.

Are we ready?

Yeah, she wouldn't
want to be like this.

- I agree.
- Yeah.

Would you mind
stepping this way, please.

- [gasping breath]
- [monitor beeping]

Doctor:
I'm here if you need me.

[monitor beeping]

It's 4:30.
I have to go home, feed the cat.

Bonkers eats
at 5:00 sharp.

Can't you call someone?

Bonkers is a senior cat.

She takes a
precise portion.

Uh, okay.
I'll drive ya.

Tig,
you'll stay here?

Are you sure we don't
all three need to go home and feed Bonkers?

Yeah, of course,
I'm gonna stay here.

We'll be back.

[gasping]

[beeping continues]

Man: [on P.A.]
Steve to ICU, please.

Steve, ICU.

[gasping]

[exhaling]

[monitor beeping]

Did someone hit
the call button?

Yeah, I did,
from in here.

Ma'am, what can I
help you with?

My mother stops breathing
for, like, 10 seconds,

and I keep thinking it's
gonna be her last breath.

Is-- is that gonna
happen soon?

And this is your mother,
Caroline?

Tig: Yeah.

Having fun?
Time to get cleaned up.

Woo!
Come here, baby.

[laughing]

[laughing]
Come back here.

[laughing]

Woo!
I'm gonna get you! Ha ha!

- [gasping]
- You pushed the call button?

Yeah, could you do
that thing again

where you clear out
her throat or lungs or something?

She can't breathe.

That's kind of
the point, hon.

I thought when somebody was
taken off life support

that they just
went to sleep or, uh--

like a candle
just went out.

I-- I feel like I'm just
sitting here listening

to my mother drown.

Mm-hmm.

[gasping]

[bell dings]

Did you need something?

I think--
I think my mother...

Yes.
I'm sorry, she's gone.

What-- what happens now?
Do I just leave?

[laughing]
Do you just leave?

No.
[laughing]

You can't just
leave your mother.

[laughing]

I'm sorry.

I didn't know.

Oh, my gosh,
that'd be just straight up nuts.

- Yeah.
- [laughing]

I'm realizing that now.

Bye, Caroline.
Take care.

- Bye.
- Thanks, everybody.

Best wishes.

- Thank you.
- Be good.

- Woman: Bye, Caroline.
- Man: Love you.

- Man: Bye, Caroline.
- Woman: It's been a pleasure.

Pardon me?

I said,
what do I do now?

Oh, honey,
you can go on home.

We'll take care of
everything.

- Excuse me.
- Mm-hmm?

I don't know
how to leave.

Oh, I'll take you.

We're gonna go
right around the corner.

- All right?
- Thank you.

[birds chirping]

Hey, sugar,
did you have fun tonight?

No. Not tonight.

You died.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

[sighs]

Hey, I'm real sorry that
we didn't make it back last night.

You know, Bill and I,
from here on out,

we can handle things.

I mean, you--
you should probably just

get some rest. I mean,
you still look pretty bad.

You should probably just
take a nap or something.

Thanks.

Did Mom pick these?

Yeah.

Couple of days ago.

We should probably
toss them soon.

Don't want bees in here.

Maybe let a bee in
from time to time, Bill.

[phone ringing]

Bonkers. Move.

Move, Bonkers.
Move, kitty.

[meowing]

Oh, it's Brooke.
Hold on a second.

Hello?

- How ya holdin' up?
-I don't know.

Well, don't worry.
I'm here.

I know you said
you didn't need me, but I wanted to come.

- Where are you?
-I'm at the airport.

Everything at the
L'Oreal party was set,

so the other publicist
said I could go.

-Wait, what?
- I think I did a pretty good job,

although, you just never know

with these, like,
passive-aggressive corporate types.

Anyway, the good news is,
I'm free now.

You're in New Orleans.

Yeah. I'm just about to
get in a cab.

Just-- I'll come get you.

I need, like,
12 beignets.

There's been a death.

This is Mom's new car?

Was.

I think you should
take it back to Los Angeles.

I could use the space.

Jeez, pull it together.

You don't want to be
too sentimental.

What?

What are you lookin' at?

I'm sorry.

I was looking at the results
of your procedure.

You sure you can drive?

No, I'm good.

I'm great.

Hey.

How are you?

[sighs]
Oh, I'm--

What is it?

I just, um--

I didn't think you were
just gonna show up.

Of course I'm gonna show up.
I'm your girlfriend.

Are you not happy to see me?

It's not that I'm
not happy to see you,

it's just that
I'm just not happy.

It's just so hard not knowing
where I stand with you.

I'm sure that
can be devastating.

[laughing]

- Come on, let's--
- Okay.

I can't help with that,
by the way.

Did you bring everything
from Los Angeles?

I don't know how long
I'm gonna be here.

Whose this car?

[whispering]
Just a reminder,

my stepfather Bill
is not the warmest guy,

so you'll find him
somewhere between

room temperature
and sleet.

Well, he's probably
just in shock,

or denial, like in
the Keebler-Ross stages of grief.

Uh, Kübler.
Keebler is the tiny elves

that live in the
hollowed out tree,

and they make
the, uh, cookies.

Regular size cookies.

Right.

So they were just
watching TV,

and she fell down
and hit her head?

I can't imagine
what he's going through.

They also make
the, uh, crackers.

They make, uh--
Keebler makes crackers.

- Okay.
- It's Kübler, not Keebler.

- Thank you.
- Hey, guys.

So, uh, this is
my girlfriend Brooke.

Hey, what's up?

Those beignets?

Awesome.

Brooke.
Bill Flannigan.

Hi.

- Ahh.
- Uh, just a second.

I'm cataloging Caroline's
personal affects.

Getting rid of all this stuff
is gonna be a big job,

but I'm confident
we can pull this off in a couple of days.

A couple of days.

Are--
you're kidding, right?

Are you joking?

Is that your
first joke ever?

Why would I be joking?

I'm your stepfather,
so technically,

we're not related anymore.

Wait a minute.
You're not our daddy?

Technically, we have
no legal connection

now that
your mother is gone.

In her will,
she stated that you and Remy

would take possession
of all of her things.

Her furniture
is now yours.

I can't keep it
in my home.

- Oh.
- That literally makes no sense.

I'm not gonna sue you
for keeping Mom's stuff in the house.

I'm sick. I mean,
I can't move this.

Can't we just be a family
for five minutes?

Not legally.

[laughing]

So, where am I gonna
put all this stuff?

They have
storage facilities.

Have you guys talked to
a grief counselor?

'Cause I actually have
a friend in L.A.

who's a death doula.

Bill, how does that grab ya?

Brooke.

[sighs]

Here I come.

[sighs]

Where do you think
your boobs are?

What?

Like, where did
the doctors put 'em when they took 'em off?

Did they just
throw 'em in a trashcan?

I hope so. Recycling
was out of the question.

Isn't it weird to
think about, though?

Picturing your tits
in a dumpster in some back alley in Hollywood.

Would you please stop
flirting with me right now?

When are you gonna
let me see?

I haven't even
looked down yet.

Come on.
It's no big deal.

I have seen
some crazy shit.

Just let me look and
I'll tell you how bad it is.

No.

Okay.

Well, you need to
get some sleep,

tomorrow is a big day.

Tomorrow's actually
a very small day

because my mother's
not in it.

[sighs]
Every day from now on will be smaller.

The town's smaller.
I'm smaller.

Goodnight.

Bad night.

Bad night.

Remember all the
strawberries we used to pick

out on these tracks?

Yeah, that was safe.

You got your
eulogy ready?

No, I thought I'd
do something off the cuff.

Of course,
I have it ready.

It's the last thing
I'll ever say to her.

Well, it's really not
the last thing you'll say to her.

Because
she can't hear you.

Obviously.

The last thing
you said to her

was probably
something like

okay or... bye.

Thanks, Bill.
Thanks for that.

Brooke: No, I know what
Bill's trying to say.

Sometimes reality,
even when it's imperfect,

is more beautiful
than anything we could ever imagine or write.

Do you really think
that's what Bill was saying?

We ask that the Lord Jesus
draw Caroline to his bosom,

and to bless her
and to keep her

for all eternity
in paradise.

Tig.

[birds chirping]

I always thought I would
kind of know

what it would feel like
when she died.

Getting the call and...

what the funeral
would be like.

[chuckles]
I was way, way off.

My mother always
encouraged me to be true to myself.

If I ever had a problem
with anybody at school or in life,

she would always tell me
to tell them to go to hell.

I wanted to
talk about that today.

But then I was concerned
that maybe

it wouldn't be appropriate

in the presence of a priest.

And then, all I could hear
in my head was...

my mother telling me,

"Well, sweetie,
if the priest has a problem with you saying that,

then he can
go to hell, too."

The last time I heard from her
was on my birthday.

It was last week,
and I-- I missed her call,

and I haven't
been able to listen--

I haven't been able to
listen to the voicemail yet.

Brooke: That's your
biological father, right?

Tig:
Yep, that's Mick.

He never got over Mom.

And that's Girlie,
his wife,

and their son
Dominic.

But they call him
Ding Dong.

No, Girlie--
Girlie calls him Ding Dong.

It's this whole thing
in the Philippines,

call them
doorbell nicknames.

Doorbell nicknames.

I can't believe
that's your father.

Well, I mean,
he pretty much took off

when we were
still in diapers.

so he's kind of just a
guy we know at this point.

A guy with an unmarked van
and a knife in his boot.

And Ding Dong.

- Tig.
- Hey.

You can keep your
mother's possessions in the house.

For now.

So, you're not concerned
that I'll sue you over Bonker's couch?

Okay, so I could
stay for a while.

Remy and I could
sort through everything,

divide it up and
we could start pricing storage units or--

I feel like
I need to be here.

I don't know why.

You're gonna
stay at the house?

Sure, I mean, if--
if that's okay.

I know we're not
technically related anymore,

- but--
- Stay.

As long as you need.

Thank you.

[children laughing]

Go to hell!

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