All language subtitles for The Big C s03e01 Thin Ice.eng

Okay, okay.
I would...

I would...
fuck Willie Nelson...

- Oh, gross.
- [Laughs] I would...

marry Helena Bonham Carter,

- and I'd hurt...
- Kill.

I'd kill Lady Gaga.

Mmm.
So you'd marry the woman.

I didn't know
you swung like that.

I didn't say I'd fuck her.

[Both laughing]

You know, the only problem
with your London pub

is there's just not enough
Londoners in it.

Well, no one would leave
winter's ass there

to come to Minneapolis
where it's even colder.

Excellent point,
prime minister.

Another?

Oh, it depends.

Is there a downside
to having three Martinis

before 5:45?

Well, the upside is
if you pass out,

there's a hospital
up the street.

I'm... I'm very familiar.

It's how I found this place
last month.

No...

No, I'm good.

It's late.

I should go home.

You know,

it's actually
not as late as you think.

That clock is on bar time.

What's bar time?

Bar clocks
are set 15 minutes fast

to make sure we don't serve
anyone after curfew.

You mean...
everyone who leaves here

gets more time?

This is a magical,
magical place.

Okay, now before you go,

we're gonna have to name
that Martini

with the big black olives.

How 'bout a thirsty widow?

Oh... she made me
feel bad now.

I appreciate a grieving
woman with a sense of humor.

I appreciate a bar
that lets you smoke.

- Amen.
- Well, we don't play

by all the rules.
Some of them... but not all.

Me either.

Now, are we gonna see you
tomorrow, Alexis?

Most likely.

[Changes plays in background]

[Humming Changes]

Where ya been, Cath?

I was, I...
I ran to Kowalski's

to get the rest
of your heart-healthy food.

I got caught behind
a snow plow.

[Keyboard keys clicking]

How you feeling?

I smell smoke.

Are you on fire?

Oh, I... I was...

[Laughs] There was this guy

who was barbecuing
samples at the store.

I must have stood
too close to the grill.

I ate too many samples.

[Dog barks]

- Shh, shh!
- Jesus, Thomas.

Careful, buddy.

You're gonna make
my IUD go off.

No.
[Laughs]

ICD, Paul.

I-C-D.

In addition to keeping
my heartbeat regular,

I certainly hope it keeps me
from getting pregnant,

because God knows I couldn't
handle that right now.

- Why aren't you resting?
- Ha.

I will sleep
when I'm dead again.

I don't know, I feel the need
to write it all down

while it's still fresh,
you know?

I mean, I saw the light.

I am now one of those people
that saw the light.

I told you about
my little friend

that I saw from kindergarten
with the eye patch

who sent me back?
Patrick Bertrand.

Well, I googled him
this morning.

He had a heart attack
last year.

I mean, come on, to me
that's just beyond...

I wonder why you didn't see me.

Well, I only saw dead people.
You weren't dead.

But I saw you
at the finish line.

That's because I was dead.

Wednesday.
Groundhog day.

Little fucker better tell us
that spring is on the way.

I am over this winter already.

Yeah. Fucker better
see his shadow.

Or is it not see his shadow?

What is all that crap
about anyway?

Is that all based on
any sort of real science?

I don't know.

But I'm glad Patrick
sent you back to me.

- Really?
- I'll thank him when I see him.

Jeez.

Hey. What have you
been up to?

Uh, I was checking
my hockey rink.

Dad said I could fill up
the pool hole

and let it freeze over so I can
practice in the backyard.

That doesn't sound safe to me.

Safe. Ha.

I had a heart attack
at a Christmas party.

- What's safe?
- What, that's supposed

- to make me feel better?
- How you feeling, dad?

- Oh, I feel so alive.
- That's great.

That's awesome.
Uh, hey, mom, I was thinking

that I could drive you to your
doctor's appointment tomorrow.

I have my permit... I might
as well practice sometime.

Not if the weather's bad.
It's really slick out there.

Those are exactly
the kind of conditions

you should be teaching me
to drive in.

We'll see.

We'll see me driving.

He's so old.

[Grunts]

Ahh...

[Groans]

Holy winter mother of fuck!

- Oh!
- Aah!

Where did you get that coat?

Oh... Marlene's closet.

It is unbelievably cold
in here, Sean.

You had heat.
What happened?

No, no, no.
Sean never had heat.

Rebecca had heat.
Unfortunately,

she took her utilities
with her when she left.

All she did leave was
a bunch of sanitary napkins

which I'm tempted
to stuff into my socks.

But they're all I have left
to remember her by.

Paul and I were talking,

and despite
your alternative lifestyle,

we wanted to ask...

If Paul has another
heart attack

or if my clinical trial
stops working...

we want you to be
Adam's guardian.

I think I'm flattered,

but I'm too cold
to feel my feelings.

You have so much to offer him.

Street smarts and an
above-average sense of morality.

And it's not like
he's a little kid anymore.

You'd be more like
his guardian buddy.

He already has
his driver's permit.

And you know, I know when he
saw his dad in the hospital,

he wanted to cry so badly,

but he bit his lip

- and he held it together.
- Do-do-don't cry.

Your eyelids will freeze shut.

Sean, please let me pay to
have your heart turned back on.

No. You can't be paying
for my heat, Cath.

Your insurance bills alone

gave your husband
a heart attack.

It turns out if you're
gonna have a heart attack,

having one at an insurance
company holiday party

is a great idea.

They're being
very generous with us.

You know, if I'm gonna
keep living here,

I gotta get a job
and make some money

and turn my heat on.

Clearly, the meds are talking.

They make me sound
so bourgeois.

Sean, I think getting a job
would be so good for you.

I'll keep my ears open.

There might be something
at the school.

Ohh... Okay.
Fine.

But I don't wanna be principal.

Okay.
I've gotta get back to the house

and check in on this healthcare
nurse that's seeing Paul.

It's like living
in a hospice over there.

[Mouthing words]

I'm gonna come with you,
finish my pee in your toilet.

This is your key fob.

Your key fob is your friend.

Keep it with you at all times.

- Do you hear that, Paul?
- Key fob is my friend.

No, keep it with you
at all times.

Did you guys get that?

So you might wanna
ask Paul regularly

if he has his key fob with him.

Yeah. That won't be
annoying for anybody.

So your ICD implant
automatically recognizes

rapid arrhythmias

and automatically corrects them
with an electronic shock.

However, should you suspect
your heart is in arrhythmia,

you can test it yourself
by pressing the question mark.

To test, press question mark.

After you press
the question mark,

it will blink either yes or no.

If it blinks yes,
that means your heartbeat

is, in fact, irregular.

In which case, you would
press the lightning bolt.

If yes, press bolt.

The lightning bolt
shocks your heart

back into a regular rhythm.

At the hospital, they said

it was just sort of
like a deep pressure.

It's like a horse kick
to the fucking chest.

If possible, lie down
before you shock yourself.

Distract yourself.
Think about sports.

Kittens.
Whatever.

Wh...

Wow.

Another reason I'm glad
I'm not you, Paul.

[Water running] So, um...

So, Adam...

Maybe this summer,
we should go camping.

Just me and you.

We could talk about life.

I could tell you what plants
are poisonous

and which are edible.

- You could call me dad.
- Sean.

- Or not.
- Why?

You haven't told him yet?

[Exhales] We just asked Sean

to be your guardian buddy.

In case something happens
to me and dad.

Okay. But I'm not living
in the woods with you.

No...
[Cathy laughing]

We don't have to.
If you don't want to.

Hello, Jamisons!
I'm back!

What's up, Andrea?

- Hey.
- Andrea, you promised

you would send me
your flight information

so I could pick you up
at the airport.

I'm a strong black woman.

I can hail my own freaking cab.

Oh. Okay.

[Horn honking]
Oh, but it is

more than I thought.
I need about 15 bucks.

Got it!

- You look great.
- Are you hungry?

- Can we get you something to eat?
- No, no, I'm okay.

I'm just so tired.

It is so good to see you.

You know, you look different.

I am different.
I am.

And I've taken on
a new African name.

So from now on I want you
all to call me Ababuo.

Oh. Well, welcome home,
Boo Boo.

Stop touching...
get your...

Why Ababuo?
What does it mean?

It means
"The Child Who Returns."

And I've returned
with a newfound respect

for my African roots.

I'm taking my power back

after the white man
tried to destroy me.

Ah, don't take it personally.

The white man
destroys everybody.

Well, it's mostly
just Myk that I'm mad at.

You know, I was in Ghana,
and I was so sad and mopey,

but there were these
amazing African women

who smelled really bad
and didn't have clean water,

and some of them even had AIDS.

But they were dancing
and singing around a fire,

and they just...
They were so strong and joyous.

I just thought, "If they
can do it, I can do it."

'Cause that's my history,
you know.

I'm connected to these women.

I can be that strong.

What'd I miss?

Oh, Boo Boo here
is going to be a dancer.

I'm not gonna be a dancer.

And isn't it a little early
for pajamas?

This is my resting uniform.

Oh, yeah, while you were gone,

dad had a heart attack
and died for a little while.

Way to trump
my vacation story, Mr. J.

[Hammering]

Night, Boo Boo.

Who's that?

Jesus.
Heard of him?

Uh, yeah, but I've never heard
of a black Jesus before.

Well, he may have been black.
Or blackish.

You know who I see in my head
every time I pray at night?

Friggin' white Jesus.

I mean, I'm so disconnected
from my roots

that I don't even think black.

That's embarrassing.
I'm embarrassed.

So what do you...
What do you pray about?

That you'll stop
asking me questions

and calling me Boo Boo.

Whatever.

Well... and that people
will stop

breaking each other's hearts.

And for those sick women
in Ghana.

And for your mom.
How's she doing?

Oh, she's fine.

Do you think praying
really does anything?

The Bible says it does.

Yeah, but doesn't the Bible
also say

some guy just hung out
in a whale's mouth

for a couple months?
Yeah.

I found this in the trash!

Well, I guess
the previous owner

intended to throw it out.

But this is your wedding dress.

You spent so much time on it.

Well, Ababuo
ain't getting married.

Well, not now...

Look... I know this is
a painful subject,

but you might wanna hold on
to it for the future.

All right, gimme.
Gimme the dress.

No, I'm just...
I'm gonna put this in my closet.

That way,
you don't have to see it.

But if you ever want it back,

it'll be there.

Do you see what
I'm dealing with?

[Dog barking]

How you feeling?

I gotta know
what it feels like.

Are you eating chips
for breakfast?

I'm having a salty
stress craving.

I'm making you oatmeal.

Jolt me.

- What?
- Jolt me.

Bolt me.
Come on, honey, I gotta know.

- Is your heartbeat irregular?
- Uh-uh.

No, no, I-it says
that you don't need a shock.

Or is that no that your
heart's not working?

I just gotta know
what it feels like.

I've been an absolute wreck

ever since nurse Mumbledoom
told me how bad it was.

I've been picturing it
and I've been imagining it.

I even tried to do it
to myself, but I can't.

So just do it so I can know
what it is and I can move on!

Okay. Ready?

[Quietly] Go.

- [Shouts] Go!
- Oh! No!

I can't! I can't
intentionally hurt you!

Oh, come on!
You've had your moments.

Give me the goddamn chips,
Paul.

Hey, why are you talking
to me like that?

This is not funny!

We are sick people, Paul!

We are two sick people

living in a cold, sick place.

But every day we stay alive

is a day that Adam
has two parents.

Cathy...
When I was in the hospital,

I got really depressed,

and the more I healed,
the worse I felt.

Because when I was going
towards the light, oh!

I mean, it was incredible.

I felt this profound
sense of comfort and peace

that... I haven't known
in this life.

And I actually wanted
to keep on going.

And then... and then
there was Patrick Bertrand.

Look, God knows why it was him.

But he sent me back.
So... here I am.

To try and be a good dad
and a better husband

for as long as it lasts.

But I thought that you
of all people would know

that that white light
is waiting for us,

whether we eat chips or not.

I mean,
we're all gonna die, honey.

I, for one, I'm just not
that worried about it anymore.

[Door opens and closes]

I think I'm gonna get
my pilot's license, Kirby.

Wow. May I say,
you are a woman with balls.

I'd rather you not say that.
What does that mean?

What, only guys are allowed
to fly planes,

but women have to serve
the drinks?

Yeah, fuck you, Kirby.

No, look, I became
a flight attendant

because...

You know,
I thought it'd be glamorous

to travel around,

but now I want some control
over where I'm going.

I wanna be in the cockpit.

Hey, is the word
"cock" in there?

[Laughter] Huh?

I just realized that.

So... what do you say,
Alexis?

What is that?

That's sign-ups
for a broomball team.

You know broomball?

You push a ball around
the ice with a broom.

It's real intelligent stuff.

Well, I mean, I've probably
spent a year of my life

sweeping the kitchen floor
over and over.

You'd be a great left wing.

We are in a league
with 15 other bars.

We are definitely
the worst one,

but maybe
with the most team spirit.

[Laughs] Whatever the hell
a left wing is.

Ababuo?

Coming.

[As Yogi Bear]
Hey, Ah-ba-boo!

I'm coming.

Look what I found in my trash.

Hell, no!

Yeah. You could make
something really great

- with this material.
- I already did.

- It's my frigging wedding dress.
- Oh... yeah.

No wonder I thought of you
when I saw it.

It's really great.

Why did you throw it
in my trash?

Because your sister
cock-blocked me

from throwing it out here.

Well, if you don't want it
you should, you know,

give it to goodwill, you know,

or make a bunch of baby doll
clothes out of it or something.

I don't want to recycle it.

I need to know
it's in some giant landfill,

all stunk up and dirty

like the man-skank
I thought I loved.

Well, me and, uh, humanity

actually need it
not to be in a landfill.

Well, actually, I need you
to mind your own business.

I'm trying to purge myself
of past transgressions.

Give Ababuo a break.

Your past is always
a part of you, Ababuo.

Just like your African roots.

I should have worn it to Ghana

and thrown it out there.

Even if you're a great driver,

the person in front of you
or behind you may not be,

so you have to be aware
of everyone on the road.

Okay.

Cathy Jamison.

Good luck.

[Speaking under breath]

Hello, my dear.

You're smiling.
You never smile.

Ha. I knew it.

I knew it.
I'm a dead woman.

The tumors are growing again.

Well, it is what it is.

I can't smile
because I'm happy?

I don't know.
Can you?

You are among
the small percentage

of patients in this trial

whose cancer
has responded amazingly

to the drugs.

What's amazingly?

Your tumors
are continuing to shrink.

Some of them...

Some of them have disappeared.

[Gasps]

[Laughs]

[Whispers] Wow!

I think I said, "Holy shit"
when I read your scan.

"Wow" is good too.

- So I have more time?
- Cathy, this is...

this is uncharted territory
we're in here.

These are new drugs.

But we have every reason
to be optimistic.

There's not a period at the end
of your sentence anymore.

More like a question mark.

Or an ellipsis.

[Laughing]

I've always loved the ellipsis.

- All right, good, good, good.
- [Kissing]

Go home. Celebrate.

Hug some people.

All right, good.
Very good.

Good news, good news,
good news, good news.

I'm less cancery
than I was before.

- That's great!
- A lot less.

- Hell, yeah! Yeah!
- Shh! Shh, shh.

Okay.
Okay. Let's go.

But I'm driving.
I just got more time.

I'll be damned if I'm gonna
let you take me out early.

You write a lot.

- Guess what, Andrea.
- Ababuo.

Ababuo.
I... am a blogger.

That's cool.

Well, you know,
I got a lot to say,

and they make it so easy
to start a blog.

I mean, I've already connected
with all these other

near-deathers,
so I'm really pumped.

Well, don't get too excited.

Mrs. J. told me
about your condition,

and I don't know CPR
if you go down again.

- Ah ha.
- Plus, I don't think

it would be appropriate
if we touched lips anyway.

Ooh! No, no, no, honey.
M-m-my fob, my fob!

- What?
- No, no, you're sitting on it.

- It's underneath you.
- Oh!

Oh, God, it's buzzing.
Oh, fuck!

- Maybe I broke it.
- Or else it's activated.

Good news!

[Beeps]
Aah!

Oh!

Ah... Oh, fuck me.

Dad, come here.
Take a seat.

Take a seat.
Take a seat, dad.

- Come on.
- Oh... Oh...

For a big man,
you can really move.

- Oh...
- You're okay.

We got this, dad.

Well, honey, you know,
Dr. Sherman's right.

You really should celebrate.

I wish I could take you out
to Manny's steak house.

Yet somehow I don't think

that sweats
are on their dress code.

You need to stay in, rest.

I'll figure out a way
to celebrate.

Tell you one thing.

There is no way I'm gonna
be able to detonate myself now

knowing what it feels like.

I'd much rather take
Patrick Bertrand�s hand

and head into the light.
Ha.

[Keyboard keys clicking]

These are making me crazy.

I miss her.
I miss her so much.

Every time I look at these,
I-I think about her,

I think about the baby,

and I just wanna
climb up on the roof

and throw myself off.

You know, I wanted to get
a job because I'm cold, sure,

because I may have to look
after Adam, sure.

But mostly... I just didn't
want to be in the house

with those all day.

But I couldn't bear
to throw them out.

Are these Rebecca's
lady things?

What am I supposed to do
with them?

You know what?

Get your wedding dress, Ababuo.

Let's go.

Hey, it's almost
groundhog time.

We're rooting
for an early spring.

I can't remember
if that's "sees his shadow"

or "not sees his shadow."

We're moving on, Ababuo.

We are...

moving on.

Hopefully, it'll be worth

the noxious fumes
we're breathing in.

This reminds me
of my African sisters

dancing around that fire.

He sees his shadow.

Six more weeks of winter.

Mom.

Bad news.
More winter.

Mom.

[Crack]

[Changes plays]

-
and my time

Honey!

[Beeping]

- Mom?
- Adam!

- Adam!
- Dad?

[Buzzes]
Oh!

- Oh, shit!
- Are you okay?

- Oh, God!
- Are you okay?

Oh!
[Stammers]

[Muffled shouting]

Oh... mom!
Mom!

[Gasping]

Mom, grab the hose!

Okay, now, just hold on.
Hold on, we got this.

We got you, baby.
Here we go.

Great, mom.
Keep holding on.

- You're doing great.
- We got ya, honey.

Oh, sweetie!
Oh, my God.

- Oh, my God.
- I'll get a blanket.

Oh, honey.
Oh.

We're unkillable!

What were you,
sweeping the ice?

- Are you okay?
- I got zapped again.

But it was different.

I think I peed and came
at the same time.

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