All language subtitles for Barry

Excuse me, sir.
Do you work here?

(WHISPERING) Barry, it's me.

-It's Hank.
-I know it's Hank!

-In a wig.
-I know you're in a wig!

-Mr. Cousineau.
-SALLY REED: Gene is in pain.

He needs time to process
what happened.

Janice was murdered.

(DISTANT, MUFFLED GUNSHOTS)

I have come to offer you
a proposition.

Sweet baby Jesus!

How can we not want to be
in business with this, huh?

Esther is throwing complete
monkey wrench

into my relationship
with Cristobal.

So you kill her.
Classic crisscross.

That's not a crisscross.

-(SIRENS WAIL)
-Oh, thank God you're here!

Mr. Fuches...

You got a court order
to take my DNA?

We just got a DNA match
on CODIS.

Monroe Fuches. Cleveland.

Ohio!

(distant wind whistling)

(distant voices echoing)

(cocks gun)

-(wind whistling)
-(dialogue muted)

Noho Hank:
Barry.

-Barry.
-What?

Ground Control to Major Barry.

Are you listening, man?

That troll Esther
is pulling fast one.

So Burmese come to America
pretending to be persecuted
Buddhist monks.

They ask government
for the religious asylum,

then live here in temple
until they are clear
from immigration.

Then, they join
Burmese mafia.

Whole monastery is gateway
for soldiers and drugs.

-That's actually
kind of a genius plan.
-No. It's not genius.

She is not a genius, okay?

It's an okay plan.
It's fine.

And I guarantee you,
she did not come up with it.

I mean, look at her.

And look at Cristobal's face.

That is a cry for help.

So you get in there,
you shoot her in her

crazy watermelon-sized
head with...

this.

My family sent it
to me as threat.

Now, if it came back
with Esther's blood on it,

phew, massive fumble
turnover for Hank.

Came back with
her blood on it?
What do you mean?

I don't know how--
You want me to get the bullet

out of her head,
is that what you're saying?

-Yeah.
-I don't know
how I'd do that.

-That's not
how bullets work.
-Okay, um...

Dummy's version:
What if you shoot her
with a thick book behind her?

It'll go through her head,
get stuck in book,

-you open up book,
take out bullet, simple.
-No, no. That's not--

-It's so simple.
-So you're saying is
I need to get her to read

a really thick book,
and then while she's reading,

I shoot her in the back
of the head, is that
what you're saying?

-Yeah. I see what you're saying.
-You see what I'm saying?

That's a hat on a hat,
so... right.

Regardless, everyone
has to know this is job
done by Hank.

So, come on, take it.

Am I evil?

-Huh?
-Am I like an--

Am I like,
like an evil person?

Oh my God!

I mean, absolutely.

Do I not tell you that enough?

You are like the most
evil guy I know, man!

You know I take
no pleasure in killing people.
You know that, right?

Man, all this talking
has made me hungry.

You know what I could
really go for?

Yoshinoya beef bowl.

(theme music playing)

(whispering):
What the fuck?

(sighs)

Hey, Loach.
Ooh, look at that smile!

Is that your ex?

Who is that--
Oh, that's the new guy.

He's cute.
It must be weird, though.

You kind of want them
to end up with a dog, right?

Mae, what did I tell you
about coming in to my office?

To step out.

Um, okay.

Knock, knock.
(chuckles)

I'm ready to go
on that trip.

-All packed.
-Cool. What trip?

Uh, to Cleveland to go
interview that Fuches guy.

-You're not going to Cleveland.
-What? You can't go alone.

-That would be
a breach of protocol.
-Look, Moss was my partner.

This is personal to me,
and you have to respect that.

All right?
I'm doing this alone.

Is that all you're taking,
though? Did your wife take
all the luggage?

(Sasha crying softly)

Jermaine:
I'm sorry to tell you,

but one of the twins smothered
the other twin in the womb.

-Sasha: No...
-Eric: Why would God
allow this to happen?

Sasha:
Maybe he only wanted us
to have one child...

-Hey.
-Hey.

Sasha:
...a girl.

(whispering):
What's going on?

(whispering):
Everyone was so jealous
of your performance last class,

that they wanted to share
their own pain.

It's like
competitive grief.

Sasha:
We'll name her...

Both:
Natalie.

-(whispering): Okay. Got him.
-(Antonio fusses)

-All right, I know
you were just a fetus...
-Right.

...but is this close
to your experience?

From what I remember, yes.

-(cries fussily)
-Shh!

-Gene: Okay, who's next?
-Yo, me, Antonio.

(as Antonio):
Oh, I cannot wait
to eat this taco.

Oh no, I spill hot sauce
on my ankle.

-(Eric growling)
- Ay dios mio!

-(Eric growling)
-Eric... Eric, stop.

Doctor, will my leg
be all right?

-Your pit bull bit through
your lower leg tendon.
-Antonio: Achilles.

Achilles.

Your professional soccer career
is over. I'm sorry.

-Nick: Ay!
-(Antonio crying)

Vroom, vroom,
vroom, vroom, vroom.

Son...

Your mother and I want you
to know we're getting a divorce.

It's not your fault.
We've just grown apart.

We'll always
love you, baby Eric.

Now get these
dead bodies out of here,

you fucked
up serial killer.

That's not
what happened!

Great day! What a journey
you all took us on, huh?

A lot of doctors giving us
a lot of bad news.

I don't know if your work
rose to yesterday's level

from our good friend Barry here.

Well, he was in a war.

Natalie:
So lucky.

Gene:
Yes, Barry was blessed

with being able to witness
the atrocities of war,
absolutely.

I bet you all wish you were
down in the shit with him.

But here's the difference.

Barry, you told your story
with such vulnerability,

such honesty.

Look, I know it is
hard to see yourselves

reflected in the exercises
up here.

What if we challenged ourselves
to discover ourselves?

What if we wrote our own pieces,

using moments from our own lives

that help shape and define us?

What if we didn't elevate

somebody else's character
in somebody else's story

but we finally wrote our own?

What if we made it about
ourselves for a change?

-Class: Yes.
-Gene: Now, Barry,

you're gonna tell
that story from Afghanistan.

The rest of you, you're gonna
find your sheep-fucker moments.

And then we'll take them all,
we will mold them into a show

that we will do
for a paying audience
and the occasional VIP comp.

Now, this is the new work,
ladies and gentlemen.

-Are you with me?
-(cheers, applause)

-Well, let's get to it!
-Yes, Gene!

Sally, excuse me.
Where are you going?
You haven't gone yet.

Oh, yeah. Shit, sorry.
Can I go next class?

It's just, I have a meeting
to go to at Gersh.

Are you telling me
that that is more important

than sharing your truth
with the class?

It's just my new agents
have put together my reel

of all the jobs
I've been getting,

like clips of them,
like, cut together.

-We know what a reel is.
-I'm really excited.

Sorry. You guys
were great, though.
It was really, really good.

You know what?
To the rest of you,
take a loose 15.

Natalie (whispering):
But, like, I'm not surprised
that she did that.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Hey, Mr. Cousineau?

Hey, Private Pyle.
How you doing?

Oh, let's not call me that.

Your story,
just an idea...

There is an embellishment
called the Dennehy Balloon.

Actually, it's a colostomy bag
filled with blood

that Brian Dennehy used
during Death Trap .

When he was shot,
he would... (groans)

Mr. Cousineau, um,
I don't really have
to tell the story

I told yesterday
in front of an audience, do I?

-Of course not.
-Oh, good. Thank you.

-No, that version
is just the beginning.
-Shit.

See during rehearsal--
and this is just my instinct--

you're gonna find
more complicated
and fucked up details.

Those... we have to hear.

Right, but you know,
you said that this is a story

-that, um, has to define us.
-Mm-hmm.

I just-- I don't think
that's the person that I am.

-Barry, you're
justifiably nervous.
-Yeah.

But I will not hear a word
about switching it out,
one iota,

for something less compelling.

You, sir,
are doing Afghanistan.

-See, I want to do
the story about meeting you.
-Go on.

Yeah, you know, being
in this class and seeing
you teach and--

So you wanna tell the story
of meeting me?

-Yeah.
-I'll allow it.

Oh good. That's great.
That's great.

I think it will be way better
than Afghanistan.

I can be as involved
as you need me to be

in order to craft this piece,
or I can stay on the sidelines.

I totally understand.
Either way is fine.

-Okay, I don't think I need--
-But who would know more about
me than me?

That's a good point, but I
don't think you need to be
involved at all, you know?

-I was there, so I remember.
-I've got scrapbooks.

-Oh cool.
-If you need them.

I've got diaries, I've got
pictures, I've got tapes.

Barry, I have got
a lot of tapes.

-I think I'm good,
Mr. Cousineau, thank you.
-Okay.

You know what?
I'm gonna call Natalie

-and send her
to the storage unit anyway.
-Okay.

-All right. Okay.
-Gene: Just in case.

-Gene: For the tapes. Okay.
-Got it.

Cop:
If anyone calls
or knocks on the door,

- you just ignore them, okay?
-Sally: Okay.

You and Emily just sit tight.

And before you know it,
this'll all be over.

There must be something
I can do to help.

There is.

Let me handle this.

(suspenseful soundtrack
music playing)

You've had to overcome
a lot of misogyny,

adversity, sexism
to get to where you are.

Nothing's been handed to you.
You've earned it.

Congratulations, ladies.

You're my lead
prosecutors now.

We won't let you down,
District Attorney McGarrity.

I know you won't. Now...

-Sir, your
three o'clock is here.
-Tell them to wait!

I'm talking
to my lead prosecutors.

- Sorry about her.
-How did they not
pick this up?

Sar Norff's men have
surrounded our ship.

How are we gonna
get home, Dad?

We'll just have to make
a run for it.

Make a run for it?
If we do that, we're dead.

(speaking gibberish
in modified voice)

Thanks, Babe.

♪ ♪

Woo!

-Lindsay: So great.
-(Sally chuckles)

You are nailing these scenes.

It's like I forgot
you were acting.

You became the character of--
what was her name?

Oh, the script just said "wife."

Well, you elevated it.
Look, we love it.

But forget how we feel.
How do you feel?
Be honest.

It's... so great.
Thank you so much.

I mean, I feel so lucky.
Thank you.

Well, you are booking
like crazy.

You gotta come by more.

-All right.
-Lindsay: Yeah.

Sorry to keep this brief,
but Mike and I have to run.

They'll validate you
at the front.

-You know how
to get out, right?
-Uh, yeah.

Sally, you stay. You two go
on ahead, I'll walk her out.

So fucking thrilled.

(chuckles awkwardly)

You hate it.

I just, like... (sighs)

Seeing it all cut together
like that, back-to-back--

Look, these parts are not
the best representation
of your talent.

I just feel like I have
more to bring to the table
than breakfast.

(chuckling):
"Breakfast."

That's amazing.
I'm crazy about you.

-And I just want
you to be happy.
-Okay.

Um, so what do we do?
(clears throat)

Here's what we do...

We play the game.

Okay, okay.
Hear me out.

Before Jennifer Lawrence
became "J-Law,"

she was the daughter
on the Bill Engvall sitcom,
okay?

(laughing):
Okay.

Good parts come with time,
but you gotta hang in there.

I know it's so frustrating,

but it's the way
this industry works.

-Okay?
-Okay.

-Is that the plan?
-Yeah.

-Yeah, that's the plan.
-Okay.

-Thank you, Lindsay.
-You bet, yeah.

Hey. Monroe Fuches.

-(cell door buzzing)
-Thank you.

Monroe Fuches?

No.

Detective Loach, LAPD.

Just like to ask you
a few questions.

(sighs)
Yeah.

So, Mr. Fuches,

I have your tooth at the scene
of a quadruple homicide.

How does that happen?

You know, that's funny.

(laughing):
I was gonna call
the cops about that.

Uh, my tooth-- this one.

I woke up, and it was gone.

I have no idea
where it went.

You have no idea
where it went?

No idea.

Okay. All right.
I'm not gonna lie to you.

I was with a lady.

And I think, maybe,
while I was sleeping...

she extracted it.

Why would she do that?

(chuckles)
Who knows what these
foreign prostitutes do?

I mean she might've taken
it as some sort of...

trophy or something?

You know, like an ivory tusk
or a rhino horn.

Maybe she wanted to grind it up
and use it as a potion.

I don't know
what goes on with them.

(sighing)
So...

-in this scenario...
-Uh-huh?

how does it end up
in Pazar's garage?

Hmm, well...

Uh, she might've
taken it with her

-on her route
and left it there.
-Uh-huh.

I don't think they have routes.

(laughs)
Well, I mean suit yourself.

But if I'm a cop,
I want to look
at all the possibilities.

Hey, do you know this guy?

(scoffs)

Is that a guy?
(chuckles)

Looks kind of
gender-liquid to me.

Well, his name
is Barry Block,

but his real name
is Barry Berkman.

And he's from right here
in Cleveland, like you.

-Hmm.
-Hmm.

Yeah, well I've never seen
him before in my life.

-Hmm.
-Mm-hmm.

So you,
you definitely...

you definitely didn't see
him kill Pazar.

I don't know this dipshit,

and I don't give
a fuck about Pazar.

Yeah.

I don't give a fuck
about Pazar, either.

You know what
I do care about?

I care about who killed
my partner,

Detective Janice Moss.

And I think this guy
might've had something
to do with it.

He might be
a cop killer.

And if I find out that
you're even slightly involved

with this fucking guy,

like in any way, shape, or form,

you're going to prison.

You got me?

Nick:
No, no, no, no.
Come on.

Come on! I fucking
pushed the button!

-Jermaine:
The game says you didn't.
-Nick: Well, that's bullshit,

because I'm obviously
pushing the button.

-Hey guys.
-Hey, roomie.
Not now, okay?

I got bread, mac and cheese,

and, Jermaine,
I got your Gatorade.

Sweet.
Thanks, B.

Um, I'm actually a little light.
Can I get you tomorrow?

Sure, yeah.

-Word.
-Aw, goddamn,
it's happened again!

Yeah, you really aren't
good at this.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

-(indistinct chattering)
-(festive music playing)

Hi, Dad.

Leo, hi!

Oh, what a lovely
coincidence!

I don't know if you know this,

but I've just recently lost
someone very close to me.

Mom told me.

And I thought to myself,
you know, life is so short.

A father should have
a relationship with his son.

Okay.

Were you planned? No.

But then there you were.

So I did what every great
actor does, I improvised.

-You left.
-Look, you want to leave them
wanting more, not less.

And then there was
my work, my students.

(scoffing):
Your fucking students.
Okay...

Look, you're jealous, Leo.
It's totally natural.

I don't care
about your students
and neither do you.

That whole theater is
just a big shrine to you.

Even this is about you.

We don't have
a relationship, Dad,

and I'm fine with that,
I really am.

No reason to force this.

♪ ♪

Antonio:
Barry, you are
worthless and weak.

Do you hear me, Barry,
you cemented head?

Yes, Mr. Cousineau.

Are you aware you are
incapable of playing

a character with a mil--

mildest set of balls?

I think it's because I've never
had an adult male role model,

so I don't have the emotional
tools to advocate for myself.

I know, Barry. I'm going
to give you those tools,

and thus change your life.

It's going to be incredible,

and I'm going to owe it
all to you.

I am Gene.
This is my theater.
It's what I do.

Barry...

Hey, Mr. Cousineau!
Mr. Cousineau.

Yeah, we just put
this up on its feet.
It's feeling pretty good.

-Yeah, we had a ques--
What was the, um--
-Antonio: Balls.

Oh yeah. Did you say
I have no nuts

or that I have no balls?

We just wanna make
sure it's accurate.

Barry, you're gonna do
the story from Afghanistan.

-What?
-Just be your real self.

Afghanistan.

I don't think he liked
your performance.

He's not wrong.

I mean, thank God Lindsay's
on my team, you know?

Because my other two agents,
Mike and Michael, they just
don't get me.

I mean, they keep sending me up
for these shitty little parts.

It hurts that they don't
think that I'm ready
for something bigger.

So your burden is
that you're booking work?

Okay, fair.
I'm booking, yeah,

but, you know,
nothing substantial,
nothing meaty.

Just like... housewife,
stepmother, assistant.

Nothing I can really bring
my truth to, you know?

Just a bunch of weak women.

Oh, you don't like weak women.

You can't bring
your truth to them.

-No.
-Why?

I... (scoffs)

What do you mean, "Why?"

I'm a very
self-sufficient person.

Well, I, um...
I'm extremely independent.

Um, when I moved out here,
I didn't know a single person,

and I had no money,
and I'm doing just fine,
thank you.

(laughing):
Okay.

Okay, Gene, I think I know
what you're trying to do here,

and I'm just, I'm not
going to fall for it, okay?

I just-- I know what you,
you want me to say.
I get it, okay? I...

Okay, you want me to say
that I was married

and he was abusive and I stayed
in it for years anyway.

Is that what you want?

That's what you
wanted to hear.

Wait, you think that I'm
booking all these weak women

because I was weak
in my marriage?

Well, you're wrong.

You're wrong, I am not weak.

I left, okay?

(stammering): I... I moved
to LA to live for me,

and now I stand up
for myself and...

and I don't apologize

and... and I am with someone

who respects and accepts me
for who I am, okay?

And I will never, ever be
with a violent man again.

Don't you think that
that might be your story?

(sighs)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(muffled music playing
through headphones)

(door squeaks)

(distant voices
shouting, echoing)

(voices grow louder)

(indistinct voices
shouting, echoing)

(voices shouting, echoing)

(voices stop abruptly)

(crickets chirring)

-(door opens, closes)
-(approaching voices chattering)

-(noisy chattering)
-(ball clatters)

(chattering stops)

(ball rolls, clatters)

I, uh...

(door opens)

-(Esther shouting in Burmese)
-(mutters): Shit.

-(monks chattering)
-(Esther shouting in Burmese)

Shit.

(muffled screaming, shouting)

-(guns popping)
-(glass shatters)

Shit! Shit!

(yells)

Aah! Shit!

-(tires screech)
-(metal crunches)

(Esther shouting in distance)

(monks shouting in distance)

(mutters):
Oh shit.

Shit.

(shouting grows louder)

-(guns popping)
-(glass shattering)

♪ ♪

(grunts)

Fuches?

Yeah.

Hey look, I know, I know
that you don't wanna see me,

and I don't wanna see you.
I get it.

What the fuck are
you doing here, man?

I don't-- I don't
want to bother you,

but I'm just a bit
freaked out, you know.

You know what I'm saying?
The LAPD, they came to Cleveland

and they were asking
a bunch of questions.

-How the fuck did you find me?
-Barry, just shut the fuck up
and listen to me.

Did you kill a fucking cop?

That's all.
Huh? Did you?

Because they think I'm involved,
and I've got to fucking know

-exactly what happened,
what the fuck you did.
-Yeah, you gotta go.

-Fuches, you gotta go.
-No, I could go to jail.

You don't ambush me like this.
You don't ambush me like this!

-You gotta go! I don't care.
-I could go to fucking jail!

-It's not about you,
it's about me, man!
-Fuck off. Fuck off!

I can fucking help you!

I don't wanna see
you again!

♪ ♪

Fuches:
I can get him.
Just give me another shot.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪