All language subtitles for Survivors.Remorse.S03E06.HDTV.x264-FLEET

Where the hell you get
a gun, Uncle Julius?

Bass Pro Shop. He's still breathing.

When you signed with my
team, I said I'd be there

for you and your family.
That wasn't bullshit.

- Brittany, this is not safe.
- Then why is it here?

- It's not safe for pregnant women.
- I'm a kid.

I don't see a sign that says
pregnant kids can't jump in here.

- I got 20K upstairs.
- In quarters?

Susan Bs, nickels,
dimes, quarters, pennies.

When are we gonna talk about my father?

Ma, put some gas in it.

There's jihadi brides
walk faster than you.

Shut up, I'm concentrating.

My TraceYourBloodline.com came back.

I'm learning my ancestry.

Oh, let me guess, you're black.

- You actually did that?
- Why not?

$99 plus a cheek swab.
Upper cheek, you know?

I wouldn't send my saliva through
the mail in this day and age.

It ain't your saliva. It's God's saliva.

There is no telling what they could
do with it. It's genetic material.

Missy's got a point, Ma.
You seen Jurassic Park.

In two weeks, there could be a 90-foot

version of you walking
around looking for dinner.

"See it now, 'The 90-foot Hungry
Menopausal Bitch' in 3-D."

Well, Julius
was always curious,

so I figured I'd do it in his memory.

I figured if I pray him up the results,

you know, he'll know
what line to get in.

There's no segregation in heaven.

Every culture has its own heaven gifts.

Yeah, like black heaven, I'm
sure, has a nice domino setup.

Yeah, and everybody's
got a good credit score.

Cool jazz in the elevators.
Blair Underwood holdin' doors.

Morgan Freeman's voice telling
you what floor to get off on.

Neither one of those guys is dead and
why the fuck would there be elevators?

Heaven fantasies should at
least make some kind of sense.

Okay, look, we got a little Congo.

Some Iberian Peninsula.
Some other stuff.

But mostly Nigerian.

- All right! We're Nigerian!
- Oh!

You know, the only
ancestor I'm interested in

is my most recent one... my father.

- Here we go.
- Seriously, you're going back thousands of years

and I just want to go back 28.

And I don't need no cheek swab, neither.

Just an address and a weapon.

I am really excited about this.

She's ignoring me. You
see how she does that?

I'm just over here working the glutes.

If a woman loses a loved one,

her life can get real
small if she's not vigilant.

That's why I plan on opening new doors

and I'm walking through those doors,

and I don't give a fuck
who... agh! Piece of shit!

Hey, man, what is wrong with you?

What? I thought you'd
know what to do with it.

They got this new thing now.
It's called a cell phone.

It wasn't safe to leave it in the house.

Yes, it was. It had dwelt
there safely for some time.

In fact, it was in a safe, which
is called a safe because it's safe.

It ain't called a "very risky."

We gotta keep it off the streets.

It was off the streets.
It was locked in a safe

safe under our dead uncle's bed.

It couldn't have been
farther off the streets.

If you're done, we got a gun in
the trunk. What do we do with it?

You asking me some witness-stand shit.

- I... I don't even know where he got it.
- He said Bass Pro Shops.

"Oh, Your Honor, they said their
uncle got the gun from Bass Pro Shops."

Man, look, we have no idea
what this gun was used for

beyond illegally killing a deer.

If Uncle Julius was here,
he would know what to do.

If Uncle Julius was here,
this wouldn't be a problem

because this gun would
still be locked in a safe

underneath his bed causing
no trouble to no one.

I don't want it in my house.

Okay, let's take it to Flaherty.

Why would we do that?

Because this is Georgia, that's a gun,

and my instincts are telling
me to find a white guy,

especially when a white guy told me
"If you have a problem, come to me."

This gun is a problem,
we're goin' to him.

- Are you drivin' or me?
- I'm not drivin' that motherfucker.

The green represents
Nigeria's natural resources

and the white represents peace.

White for the skin of
those who conquered us.

Green for the cash corrupt
kings got in return.

Chuck, take it easy. That
flag should be a blanket.

- Would you let your mother...
- That flag should be an airline ticket

- representing how to get the fuck out of Nigeria.
- That's racist.

- Ain't racist if you're the same race.
- Then you're a countryist.

Mary Charles, I'm not gonna
listen to your killjoy bullshit.

And you better hope the
ancestors ain't either.

That's some goose pimple shit.

Are you five?

I was so sure black
butlers would be better.

- I'm counting the silver, Squeeze.
- I brought that spoon from home.

Yeah, watch your step.

Would you two just knock it off?

Hey, I hope y'all hungry.

We're going to the best
Nigerian restaurant in town.

Great, that's a
food mart at a gas station.

- I didn't hear that.
- What are you gonna do next?

Walk around with your titties out?

Ugh. I don't wanna see that.

- I'm buyin'.
- Fuck it, I'll go just to see her pick up the check.

I would like to see that.

Growin' up, did you eat cereal
with lead paint in place of milk?

'Cause that would make sense the way
your guys' brains work sometimes...

slowly without regard to
potentially negative consequences.

Cam didn't want it at his
house. I did not want it at mine.

Me, I was born stupid, so
I have an excuse. Bad genes.

- He said bring it to you.
- What the fuck for?

- And how'd you get past security?
- We had a gun.

- It's a cakewalk on non-game days.
- It is?

Look, we just thought
you'd want to know about it.

So text me. I'm sure your
phone's got a gun emoji.

We thought you'd know
what to do with it.

'Cause I'm Irish so I
got the IRA on speed dial?

- What's the IRA?
- What's speed dial?

Look, how do people in
Georgia give away their guns?

How should I know, fuck nut?
I'm from Boston like you.

That's why I signed you,
because I wanted a guy on my team

who also rooted for the Patriots.

I fucking hate the Patriots.

Don't ever say that again.

- They cheated.
- Did not! They fuckin' did not!

- Oh, shit!
- So let me get this straight.

You two believe that
whenever or whatever

a person accuses you of,
the accusation makes it true?

- That and the evidence.
- What fuckin' evidence?

Jimmy, the lack of fumbles.

Spygate, text messages,
a destroyed cell phone.

Wait, what do you need?
You need like 50 footballs

to come forward and say,
"Hey, Tom Brady deflated us"?

Cam, I accuse you of
being a great rebounder.

- Doesn't make it true, does it?
- That's cold.

Reggie, I accuse you of
parting the milky white buttocks

of a young French boy named
Emile. True because I said so?

Okay, I think we get your point.

Don't say shit about the Patriots
when I got a gun in my hand.

Diane, drive in here!

Wow, she on a ramp or something?

Get Clayton Beckwith on the phone.

Is this about the .45?

- You know your firearms.
- I know .45s.

I still have a bullet
fragment between my T3 and T4.

That's how I got like this.
My sister shot me on accident.

- By accident.
- Oh, God, I'm... I'm so sorry.

Hey, freedom isn't free.

That bullet could have
just as easily missed me

and hit a Muslim extremist.

Isn't this food delicious?

No.

Nigeria has a rich culinary heritage.

This tastes like peanuts and vaccines.

God damn it, it's the
same as Caribbean food

and you would like it fine if they
just added steel drums and some fruit.

I would like it fine if they
added Caribbean food to my plate.

- How is everything?
- Oh, ethnically beautiful. Thank you.

I'm Eka, the owner.

Oh, hi. I'm Cassie, this
is my daughter Mary Charles

- and my niece Melissa.
- Missy.

Mary Charles and I are very
excited about being here.

We actually just found
out we're Nigerian.

- Oh! This is what you have to do.
- What?

Send an e-mail to everyone you know
that you're in a terrible situation

and they need to wire you 500 US.

That's good.

She got jokes. That was good.

Funny-ass jokes. So what
part of Nigeria are you from?

My family are from the
Efik tribe in Calabar.

What brought you to this country?

A large crate.

She's funny. She's funny.

It's only through self-deprecation
that one assimilates into America.

Girl, we don't go 10 minutes
without shittin' all over each other.

- It must be a Nigerian thing, huh?
- Charming.

So are there a lot of us
Nigerians here in Atlanta?

Oh, yes. You know, after lunch, we
close for a few hours until dinner.

Would you like me to show
you around our Atlanta?

- You would do that?
- Oh, you have such a winning personality, Cassie.

I will not let you out of my sight.

"Winning personality."

"Winning personality."
Did you hear that?

- Heard it.
- As surprised as you were.

This is what happens when you
hang around with your own people.

- You're finally understood.
- Mm-hmm.

You know, you could have just
advised us over the phone.

Yeah, well, I needed to see
what it looked like first.

Like a gun.

Not all guns tell the same story.

This is a nickel-plated
.45. It's a sweet gun.

A flashy gun. A gangster's gun.

This is the gun of a
pimp, a player, a force.

Now, I'm not saying Uncle
Julius was any of those things,

but, uh, this is gun as jewelry.

Yeah, you could wear this
with an S-Curl or a fade.

Could you put the gun down, please?

You sure you don't wanna hang on to
it as a remembrance of Uncle Julius?

That's okay. You know, we
got lots of other stuff.

Yeah, we got hats and
a lot of nice photos.

Each to his own.

Although it's not within
my standard bailiwick,

I... I do have a gat man.

I'll take it to him and,
uh, find out if it's clean.

All right. Thank you, Clayton.

You know how to get past security?

I got a gun.

We have such a rich Efik
culture here in Atlanta

that we even have our
very own dance troupe.

- I like it.
- This is the Abang dance.

In celebration of the earth goddess.

We respect you, earth goddess.

Very good, Cassie. You are a natural.

'Course she is. She's been full-blown
Nigerian for almost three hours now.

Hey, Cassie, what's that?
The "earth goddess ass clap"?

Yeah.

Will you just kill him already?

- I'm trying.
- You shouldn't even own a virtual gun.

- Die, fucky!
- Come on.

You just shot a cat.

Oh, shit!

Oh, that was even funnier
than I saw it in my head.

Squeeze, you're supposed to
announce the fucking guests.

My bad.

This gun is cleaner than the
asshole of an obsessive-compulsive.

Great. So how do we get rid of it?

Well, shockingly, Georgia does not
have an active gun amnesty program,

uh, but you can turn it
in at any police station.

So two black guys,

we walk into an Atlanta
police station with a gun?

This is what you're advocating?

Reggie, you need to adjust your
prejudicial Northern perspective.

There are plenty of black policemen
and politicians here in Atlanta.

And nothing's more central
to the idea of law enforcement

than taking weapons from black people.

Okay, how about this, how
about you turn it in for us?

Well, loathe as I am to, uh,
refuse any form of billable hours,

I do have a family
function to prepare for.

You're both invited, by the
way. Check your in-boxes.

So there are no other
options for the gun?

Well, you could take it to a metalworks

and have it melted down.

Take it to a gunsmith
and have it, uh, altered

so it can't fire anymore.
We call that "gelding."

And it provokes in me the
same response as does the news

of a woman's breast reduction... "why?"

I just want the thing gone.

How in Georgia do you
give away an unwanted gun?

I don't even know that's ever come up.

There may not be a Georgian alive
who even understands that question.

But I suppose you could take
it to an elementary school

in a poor neighborhood earmarked
for an underprivileged child

- who can't afford his own firearm.
- Clayton.

How 'bout we just throw it in a creek?

He's been reading Mark Twain.

Only an idiot would throw it in a
creek. You'd see it at the bottom.

A... listening to an
audiobook is not reading.

I read with my ears.

But, B... there's a spot

where Peachtree Creek
meets the Chattahoochee.

The water is dark and deep.

There you will find
an abandoned toolshed.

What you wanna do is, uh,
walk about 20 paces north,

aim for the buoy. Or so I'm told.

Forgive them, beauty.

They know not what they do.

For you, Cassie, the
Ibuot Abang headdress.

- Oh!
- Befitting your stature.

Oh, well, I hear that.

And you should definitely wear that hat

the next time you're the Grand
Wizard of the Gay Pride parade.

And for you, Mary
Charles, the Anana Ubok

because I saw you admiring
the necklace on the mannequin.

Actually, I prefer "woman-nequins."

And for you, Melissa, the Onyonyo,

which, depending on
the size of the woman,

can be used as a wedding gown,

a tablecloth or a car cover.

You know, I really wish
my brother Julius was here.

Because I would tell
him today has taught me

we're not just African-Americans.

We're also American-Africans.

We don't use that term anymore.

The politically correct term
is African-non-Americans.

I don't think that's
grammatically correct.

Is Drake an African-Canadian?

Technically, I think
he's a Jewish Afro-Canuck.

Well, Drake is proof that I'm
sexually attracted to Arabs,

but that's another discussion for later.

Dear friends, I'm so glad our
time has brought you such comfort.

I'm so sad to leave, but my
daughter is coming home from school.

Oh, no parting of ways, Eka.

This is going to be a cultural
exchange two-way street.

Now we're gonna take you
and your daughter out.

That's not gonna fit in the car.

Hey, hey. Come on.

Oh, no, you... you don't
need me to go with you.

They don't know me. Without
you, they will shoot me

at which point you'll feel bad.

Man, you on some real bitch-ass shit.

Hey, whose bitch-ass drove to
my house? This isn't even my gun.

I know managers who would
take a bullet for their guy.

- You won't even give a bullet away.
- That makes no sense.

Come on, scaredy-man. You
want me to hold your hand?

- Fuck you, gun fucky.
- Oh, that's a good one.

You see what this gun is
doing? You see what it's doing?

It's making us argue over it.

It's now something that...
that's come between us.

This is what guns do. They
have a life of their own

and they don't want that life to end,

but it is ending right now.

Fine. Let's go.

- Never shoulda gone in Julius' room.
- Ya think?

Fuck are you doing? I
ain't taking any chances.

Look who's scared now.
Just put your hands down.

Get on the floor just to be safe.

Get on the floor? Will
you... no... get up, man.

You don't want any embarrassing footage

following you around for
the rest of your life.

It's a life that can end in the
next few seconds if we ain't careful.

You're a fucking professional
basketball player. Just keep cool.

- Hello, Officer.
- Ma'am.

I am pro basketball player

and pillar of the
community Cam Calloway.

And I'm his God-fearing
cousin Reggie Vaughn.

And in the trunk of our
legally registered car

parked at this very
station, we have a gun.

This is one sweet gun.

- You sure you wanna give it up?
- Very sure.

Because between us, you're a famous guy

and our response time to home invasions

is not what it once was.

- Budget cuts?
- Somewhat.

- Not sure what else.
- Well, we got faith in you.

What about when you go
out? You're a target, sir.

But you can carry your weapon
concealed or open in our state.

Imagine the feeling of walking
into a bar or restaurant,

- the changing room of a haberdasher.
- That's a clothing store.

- I know what a fucking haberdasher is, man.
- I was just saying...

- I went to college. I know words.
- I'm not saying you didn't...

Just strolling around your neighborhood

knowing that you will not be a victim.

That you are not the high-profile
athlete that anybody wants to fuck with.

Not you, no, sir. You are not a pussy.

We didn't make the world
crazy, Mr. Calloway.

But us few remaining sane ones have
the right to go on living in it.

Inyene is having the
time of her young life.

Well, she's seeing America at its best.

It's been a difficult week for Inyene.

We had planned a birthday party for her.

Sadly, our church was
burned to the ground.

Oh, well, we can have
the party at our house.

Oh, I could never so impose.

Cassie, do you remember what happened
last time we threw a birthday party?

That girl was white and pregnant.

Both of which are party killers

and neither of which
this girl is. Am I right?

Inyene is neither white nor with child.

See? Well, there you go.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

My dear new friend. Oh, you
are such generous Americans.

You literally cannot give a gun
away in the state of Georgia.

Can we sell it back to Bass Pro Shops?

No, it's a sporting goods
store. It's not a pawn shop.

Okay, then how about a pawn shop?

This is the stupidest
shit we've ever done.

- Yeah, it is.
- Fuck.

- Where we going next?
- I guess the fuckin' Chattahoochee.

Yeah, I thought there'd
only be Nigerians here,

but I see other Africans,
Indonesians, Middle Easters.

You know what? I think we totally
captured the true spirit of Calabar.

In a day. It is amazing
what passion will do.

And about $18,000.

I gotta say, I've never
seen you so lit up.

Well, this is what it looks like when a
person finally discovers who she really is.

I wish the same for you.

Whoever you are, you're still Ma.

Does it seem odd that Inyene
is the only child here?

It's more than odd. It's fuckin' freaky.

Well, maybe she doesn't
have many friends at school.

Maybe they just do things different.

Maybe you're the most negative
person that ever laid step on earth.

I'm just seein' what I see.

- Mrs. Calloway.
- Hi.

I am ready for my bath now.

Okay, baby. Go get your mother

and I'll go get the stuff
that makes the bubbles.

So stinking cute.

Holy fuck, her bath?

Yeah, why is she askin' you
about a bath? That's weird.

What? Eka said it's some kind
of tradition or somethin'...

Guys, guys, "bath" is a euphemism

- for clitoral circumcision.
- What?

You have offered up your
house for ritual mutilation

- of the female genitalia.
- Huh?

They are gonna slice that
poor girl's clitoris off.

Shut up.

You are ridiculous.

How do you even come up with this shit?

I live in the world is how.

Do you ever read the books I give you?

- I do.
- Bullshit.

Don't tell me you read
the Alice Walker book.

I tried to read that
fuckin' Alice Walker book.

It's too fuckin' long. Just get
away from Danny Glover already.

Not that Alice Walker book. Never mind.

Cassie, you have got to stop this.

That poor girl's
clitoris is in your hands.

You know, this is just like you.

You know, always got shit
to say to rain on my parade.

Look in the living room.

Oh, shit, it looks like
Nigeria in here.

Well, maybe they're painting.

Well, ask Eka what this is.
She's obviously not hiding it.

Well, it ain't what you say.
My people would never do that.

Eka...

my pain-in-the ass
niece has this crazy idea

that you're about to do a
female genital manipulation.

- Mutilation.
- You know what the hell I meant.

If Missy is speaking of Inyene's rite
of passage, then she's correct, Cassie.

Of course. Did you not
know what a bath was?

She read the wrong Alice Walker book.

Who the fuck knew bath had
more than one definition?

Well, is it a problem? You seemed
so eager to embrace your heritage.

- I am.
- Heritage is not a menu.

You cannot simply take what
you want and leave the rest.

FGM is immoral, illegal,
and literally a bloodbath.

And yet it still goes
on in parts of Africa,

Indonesia, the Philippines.

Last year it was condemned by WHO.

- Who?
- Exactly.

Who condemned female genital mutilation?

- Fucking right they did.
- What?

WHO. The World Health Organization.

Oh, that's who. I was like, "Who?"

It's not even legal in
your own country anymore.

Not even everyone in
your own tribe does it.

Most Nigerians have evolved.

Nice going, Ma. Next time,
go with regular Nigerians,

not East St. Louis Nigerians.

I would remind you
that we are in America

where people may live as they choose.

We still have our laws.

That's right, and in this country,

nobody hurts women except the
men who claim to love them.

We don't cut clits here
because it is wrong.

And also because we can't find them.

What you do turns women into property.

It... it takes away their agency.

It destroys their
ability to have orgasms.

It's like a lobotomy for the pussy.

Can't they still get orgasm in a
vagina? What are they called again?

- Vaginal orgasms?
- Yes.

Only if they get fucked by a unicorn.

Do I ask you why you circumcise penises?

False equivalency.

Both are alterations of sex organs

prescribed by the community for reasons

of religious and cultural tradition.

Yes, but whereas one
often results in death,

the other results in, at most,
deep-seated psychological issues.

Okay, I don't mess
with dicks or nothing,

but ain't male
circumcision about hygiene?

Maybe back then when they thought
it up, but now we have soap.

You know, I always thought
male circumcision was about,

you know, keeping it simple.

You know, like, when a
guy is not circumcised

and when a girl is standing there
looking at his... his foreskin,

she's like, "What the fuck am I
supposed to do with all this shit?"

FGM is a barbarous act.

It degrades women. It
destroys their self-esteem.

It brands them. Turns
them into livestock

and condemns them to a life of shame.

Do I look like livestock to you?

No, you look like Viola
Davis in an orange chef's hat.

Beautiful.

Do I strike you as
living a life of shame?

I am proud to be who I am

and to take my place in
a thousand-year continuum.

We do what we do not
for the simpleminded,

bourgeois reasons you offer,

but precisely because it is what
we do, what we have always done.

It is what makes us us.

Traditions evolve as
people and cultures evolve.

The barbaric ones get
left by the wayside.

And who decides what is barbaric, hmm?

Who stands at such a high moral ground?

You?

Americans?

I agree, you are experts in barbarism.

You enslave other
cultures, attack anyone

who disagrees with you
including your own people.

You once burned this
very city to the ground.

We didn't do that. Abe Lincoln did that.

He had a temper. Come on, you know that.

I mean, his heart was
in the right place.

This is, if I may borrow a phrase
I picked up here in the States,

- none of your fucking business.
- Mmm.

But it is your house, Cassie.

So it's your decision.

No, it's really not my
house. It's Cam's house.

How about this? Instead of a bath,

why don't we just get a
big clit-shaped piñata?

Who are you, Cassie? Who are you?

I don't know.

Every day since my brother died,
I've been trying to find out.

I'm trying to make sense
of the world and of life.

And the sad part about
this is, for a minute there,

I really thought I had something.

The law is the law.

I can't have some police task force

or the FBI clit squad
running through here.

You guys have got to rethink this.

I mean, clits are a gift from God.

You gotta make them work for you.

- Sorry.
- I'm sorry, too.

Everybody come on, we're leaving.

- Come on, up.
- Take the fuckin' flag down.

Don't blame Nigeria, Ma.

She'd be cuttin' clits
no matter where she lived.

This gun's too shiny
to throw in the river.

You put in a new code, you
don't tell me what it is.

Then I will hide the safe.
I won't tell you where.

So for the gun to ever see daylight
again, we both have to agree.

Like the nukes.

Okay.

- Cover your eyes.
- Yeah.

Done.

You gonna tell me the code?

- Nope.
- Come on, we family.

- What's wrong with you?
- I'm just testing the system.

Code's your birthday, isn't it?

No, and stop tryin' to "Julius" me.

By the way, there was some
other shit in the safe.

What, an autographed
picture of Marilyn McCoo?

A shit ton of Susan Bs,
which I left in his room.

- And...
- Oh, shit.

- Wow. You serious?
- Yeah.

I had my last test of the
season before the Philly game.

In that case, it'd be a shame not to.

Let me understand this, though.

You drove across town
with six bags of weed?

- Shh, let it go.
- Okay.

_

Be strong, my darling.

Yes, Mama.

Can I keep my doll?

Yes, of course.

Mazel tov!

Yeah.

What just happened?

I think they cut a
piece of his dick off.

That's okay?

They seem to think so
and we get breakfast.

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