All language subtitles for Sirens.2014.S02E11.Six.Feet.Over.Under.720p.WEB-DL.DD5.1.H.264-QUEENS.Eng

[phone ringing]

- Hey, Pop.
- Hey, kid. I got news.

Coco left me.

Turns out
she was banging her yogi.

Oh, I'm sorry, Pop.

(Frank) Sorry? I set
the whole thing up.

It's fine.
It's fine.

Paid for her yoga retreat
to Nicaragua.

Been trying to get those two
together for a year.

I did it, and now I'm like
a dog off his leash.

Okay, Dad.

And let me tell you,
I didn't waste any time.

I'm on the Tinder.

Oh, okay, well,
it sounds like you're good.

I'm banging my balls off!

Medium rare, medium rare.

I want that burger
medium rare.

Are you at the OTB?

Yes, I am.

And you'll never believe
what horse is running today--

Daddy's Revenge.

How perfect is that?

I got big money
on this one, kid.

- And they're off!
- They're off!

Go, go,
you son of a bitch, run!

Spike him, spike him,
you miserable little munchkin.

Hit him! Hit him like
you're wearing big boy pants!

That's it!
Oh, faster, faster!

Santa needs you back
at the village, yes!

Go, you son of a bitch, go!
Yes!

Winner! Revenge!
[laughs]

Oh, ah, shit.

Dad?

Oh, shit.

[hip-hop music]

♪ ♪

Hey, Frank, it's me,
Smolinski.

Yeah, I don't know how comas
work, but if you can hear me,

screw you and wake up,
you big shit.

Nora, Johnny,
you need anything--

Gary, Gary, get a plate.

You just dropped mustard
on my half-dead ex-husband.

How you holding up?

Surreal, man.

All the patients
we brought here,

it's never personal.

This is--I don't know.

Hey, Mac said you can take
the day off tomorrow.

Take as much time
as you need.

Oh, no. I'm working.

I sit here all day,
I'll go crazy.

I came
as soon as I could.

- What'd the doctor say?
- Could go either way.

All right,
so we got options.

(Nora) Okay, everybody, I'm
selling squares 10 bucks a pop.

We're also doing pool bets--
over/under's at three days.

- Mom--
- Over/under for what?

If he lives?

Either way pays.

[whispers] I thought
Johnny's parents were divorced.

They are.

There's no way an Irish woman
would miss a good death.

Mom and Dad have
a complicated relationship.

It's not complicated.

I hate him.

But if my coma bets pay off,
I'll love him.

Frank, whatever you're
gonna do, do it on Wednesday.

You have to be careful
what you say

around a coma patient,
Mrs. Farrell.

A lot of times
they can still hear

what's going on around them.

Listen, kid,

if he knew he was dying
and we weren't taking action,

he'd be pissed.

Besides, I bought him a few
squares in case he comes out

'cause he gave me my Johnny.

And nothing else.

Your dad's hospital room
is really nice, Johnny.

Yeah, they're taking
really good care of him.

How much does a room
like that cost?

I don't know,
he's got good insurance

through the fire department,
so it's pretty much covered.

Good, good.

Ball park, what do you think
it normally costs?

Like, a night?
Six, seven?

600 or 700?
Wow.

6,000 or 7,000, Brian.

Shut up. Shut up!

That room was so tiny.

Whoever set those prices
is a criminal and deserves

to spend the rest of their life
in that miserable little room.

I mean, did you see the view?
Of course you didn't.

Because there wasn't one.

(woman over radio) Chicago North,
ambulance needed, Lincoln Park carousel.

Reported leg injury.

- Ambulance 14 responding.
[siren wails]

And did you taste the Jell-O?

'Cause I did.
I was not impressed.

You took my dad's Jell-O?

Well, it looks like
you got a broken fibula,

but we won't know
until we get some X-rays.

[carousel music]

Wow, that music
just goes on and on, huh?

You got to listen
to that shit all day?

You get used to it.

Yeah, we're gonna go ahead
and put you in this air cast.

It's gonna keep
everything stabilized

until the doctor
can examine it.

Zach, I wasn't trying
to hurt you, dude.

I thought I heard
you yell "all clear."

Oh, and this has nothing
to do with the fact

that I've been talking
to Ashley?

I'm sick of your passive
aggressive bullshit, Nate.

I'm sorry she likes me more.

We have common interests.
Deal with it.

(Johnny)
Hey, hey, take it easy, buddy.

Don't tell me
to take it easy.

I'm seeing clearly
for the first time in ages.

My ex-best friend
just broke my leg.

I think I might break
my own leg

if I had to listen
to this song all day.

- Right?
- Take me away now, please.

- I've got some thinking to do.
- [chuckles]

Yes, sir.

I can't get that goddamn
carousel song out of my head.

[groans]
Torture.

[hums carousel song]

Yep, that's the one.

- [continues humming]
- Okay, okay.

♪ I am riding
on a little pony ♪

♪ Both my friends
are sitting right beside me ♪

♪ One's on a zebra,
one's on a lion ♪

♪ Boy, this carousel
sure is flying ♪

[both humming carousel music]

[all humming carousel music]

♪ ♪

T, I would just die
if somebody that I cared about

was maybe dying and I didn't
really have a chance

to tell them
how much I loved them.

Yeah.

You know what
we got to do, T.

Starting right now, we got to
tell people right in the moment

how much they mean to us.

Oh, no,
you can't really do that, Billy.

- It'd be weird.
- No, it won't be.

- Here, give me your hands.
- Billy, what are you--

Come on, just look at me.

Come on, T, look at me.

Come on.
Look at me. Look at me.

You're not looking at me, T.

Billy, please don't--

Come on, give me
those blue circles, girl.

Come on.

That's what
I'm talking about.

I love you, T.

I...love...you.

Oh.

No, it's not like that.
It's not.

It is like that.
I love you, T.

You're an amazing partner, but
you're an even better friend.

- Okay.
- [crying]

- Oh, no.
- You even took a bullet for me.

We don't really have
to do this right now, okay?

I do, T.
We all do, you know?

Two coffees,

one with four pumps
of caramel.

Rosemary, give me
your hands.

Rosemary,
you make delicious coffees.

And you always wear the most
beautiful vintage dresses

that remind me
of my abuelita.

And I have a girlfriend,

but if I didn't,
I would want to sleep with you.

Thank you.

How you doing, Pop?

Doing all right in there?
I don't know.

Obviously not doing
too good, I guess.

Oh, I brought
the racing form.

[chuckles]

I thought you might like to know
the results from Arlington.

Um, so Tit-for-Tat
won in the sixth.

I'm skipping
the early races

'cause you said that those
were all for the amateurs.

Nothing but nags running,
right, Dad?

[chuckles]
Painted Lady took the seventh.

Won 24 bucks,
that's sweet.

I got to think that you
would've put some money on her

'cause you always
liked the ladies.

[laughs]

Hungry Heart only paid out
4 bucks in the eighth.

Probably 'cause it's a favorite.
Who bets on a favorite, huh?

What fun is that?

Uh, that's all I got.

I'll bring more results
tomorrow.

There's a big stakes race.

I figure you'd have blown
a shitload of money on that.

[chuckles]

I don't know
what else to say.

Kinda weird

talking to someone

if you don't even know
if they can even hear you.

You know?

I'm just gonna sit here
for a bit,

and I don't think I'm probably
gonna say anything at all, cool?

[exhales]

[exhaling rhythmically]

[humming carousel music]

Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to intrude.

I'll come back in a bit.

Thanks.

[whistling carousel music]

♪ ♪

(Cash)
Decaf, right?

I don't want
to be up all goddamn night.

- It's decaf.
- Better be.

Nobody has a secret plan
to caffeinate you, Cash.

- I do.
- Forget it.

I can't trust none of yous.

Hey, Mousse, how you doing?

- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm okay.

Listen, Mousse, you know,
I don't go in for much emotion.

I just wanted to say,
for what it's worth,

that your dad is a good man.

You know,
he served his community,

saved a lot of people...

Yeah.

And you turned out all right,
didn't you?

[chuckles]

You know,
I think if this is his time,

he can walk toward the light
with his head held up high.

Small comfort,
I know, but--

Thanks, Cash.
I appreciate it.

But I got to tell you,
I never really got

that "walk towards the light"
business.

Many people who have had

near-death experiences
have reported seeing--

I know what they say.
I'm just saying I don't get it.

Folks find the idea
comforting, John.

- I know I do.
- I don't.

Maybe I'm a distrustful bastard,

but how do we know
what's beyond that light?

Okay, John.

Maybe that light's leading
somewhere you don't want to go.

How do you know
it's not hell?

The light for hell
would be red, obviously.

Would it, Stats?

Wouldn't the devil try to trick
you by also using a white light?

He is the master of deception.

You know what I don't get?

If you're going to hell
for doing all these bad things

and the devil
spends all his time

trying to get you to do
all those bad things,

then wouldn't he treat you
awesome when you got down there?

God damn it, Voo, I spent
12 years of Catholic school

wondering
that exact same thing.

Wouldn't the devil
be like:

"There he is,
that terrible son of a bitch.

"You did a lot of bad shit
up there.

"I want to party with you.
I'm not gonna make you burn.

I'm gonna make you a margarita
and a steak"?

Totally--the worse you are,
the better you'd be treated.

What you don't want to do
is barely make it into hell.

Oh, yeah, you do not want to be
the devil's least favorite.

"Coveting?

"That's how your ass
got down here?

"Everybody covets.

"Get your ass back upstairs

until you can come back
with some real sins."

Shit, bear some false witness
at least, you know?

Adultery--
work with me here.

Well, well, well,

Johnny Farrell returns
to the scene of the crime.

Hey, Monsignor Sullivan.

You praying for forgiveness
for the 40 bucks you stole

from the St. Vincent de Paul
box for the poor?

Come on,
you never proved that.

October 1993.

I remember it 'cause the money
went missing the same day

the Sox lost the AL Championship
to the damn Blue Jays.

A Canadian team, John.

And who do I see waltzing out
the side door right by the box?

A lot of people had access to
that box, and it barely locked.

Any kid could've jimmied
his little hand in there.

Uh-huh.

That money
was for the poor, John.

Look, I'm not saying
I took the money,

but maybe the kid that did--
and I'm just spitballing here--

maybe that kid
needed a new mitt.

And maybe his mom didn't have
the cash to get him one,

so, you know,

if you think about it,
that kid was kind of poor too.

That box is for the people who
don't have food to eat, John.

Listen, I heard
about your dad,

and we've been praying
for him.

I appreciate it.
Thanks.

You know, those candles don't
work unless you put $3 in them.

Oh, yeah?

Oh.

You have change for a 5?

I do not.

But I'll take the fiver.

We'll consider it down payment
on the 40.

Of course I took the money,
Brian,

but that mitt was sweet.

Rawlings, Heart of the Hide.

- The Gold Glove model?
- Top of the line.

I spent the entire off-season
working that thing in.

Rubbing oil on it,
tied a baseball up in it.

My first game back,
I made this sweet diving catch

on a liner
right up the middle, oh!

But then you left it on the bus
or lost it somewhere 'cause

you were subconsciously trying
to punish yourself, right?

Hell, no.

I used that mitt all the way
up to college.

Still have it.

23 years, it's the longest
relationship I've ever been in.

- Hmm.
- I love that mitt.

We should go out
and throw sometime.

- Tonight?
- Oh, no, I can't.

I've got to meet my mom
at the hospital.

- Want company?
- No, I'm good.

'Cause we're here for you
if you need us.

He knows that, Brian.

Good.

(Nora) I can't count the
times I wished you dead,

miserable son of a bitch.

Literally can't count
the times.

Let me tell you, I always
thought you'd outlive me.

You were always so full
of damn life.

Used to piss me off.

Goddamn sparkle
in your eye

just like the day
I met you,

like you were still 21.

I used to imagine you
outliving me.

Standing over my grave, getting
cigar ashes on my headstone.

Terrible.

But here we are.

Looks like
I'm outliving you.

I spent the last 25 years
of my life hating you.

25?

No, at least 27.

Do I regret it?

Not for a second.

You and I weren't always
nice to each other,

but we never,
ever lied to each other.

Now who am I
supposed to hate?

Probably my mom.

Can you believe
she's still alive,

making everybody miserable?

God, who sent you
these ugly carnations?

[scoffs]

Stink Hands,
yeah, figures.

I'm sorry it didn't work out
between us, Frank.

You weren't a bad guy.

Kind of a bad guy.

But you got better.

[crying]
And I--

I always loved you anyway.

I'm glad you came back
into Johnny's life.

Mom.

Can you believe this asshole?
He's still asleep.

I heard you
talking to him.

Yeah, well, we're
an emotional lot, the Irish.

[clears throat]

Giving up on him?

No, just making my peace
with him.

You should too.

I mean, maybe he's just waiting
around for you to tell him

it's all right
for him to go.

And I'm not saying that

just 'cause I had him going
today in the pool.

Although that would be
a nice parting gift!

I don't know
what to say.

You'll think of something.

Thanks.

[clears throat]

[sighs]

Okay, Dad, um,
we love you.

You've been a good dad.

You've been an--
You've been an okay dad.

On a scale of one to ten,

I'd say you were a six--
you were a five.

Um...

But look, last year,
you really made a comeback.

I mean, you were--

you were almost an eight.

But I get it.

You saved people's lives

for a living.

I always admired that.

You'd walk into a burning
building, save your worst enemy.

Time to save yourself now,
Dad.

Okay?

Walk into the light.

It's okay.
Don't worry about us.

We're gonna be fine.

You don't have to suffer.

You did your job.

Take care of yourself, Pop.

I love you.

Walk into the light.

Bye.

So you know
if your dad could talk right now

he'd tell you you were acting
like a big pussy?

Thanks, Mom.

- I love you.
- Love you too.

You did good, man.

No matter what happens, you'll
know you did right by your dad.

I don't even know
if he could hear me,

but I guess
it needed to be said, right?

Johnny,
I'm so proud of you.

Being able to cry in front of
your dad like that, that's huge.

Who told you I cried?

Hank.

Your mom ratted you out, bro.

She was taking prop bets
on whether or not you'd cry.

She lost big
on that one.

You got a big mouth.

I'm serious.

I really do think that this is
a big step for you, Johnny.

Life is so much richer
when you allow yourself

to tap
into some vulnerability.

Do yourself a favor.

When you get home,
turn on the Hallmark Channel.

Just live in it
for a few hours.

Brian, just stop,
all right?

- All right, but I just think--
- Brian.

Oh, shit,
that's Dad's room.

[laughter]
- [sighs] Dad.

- You!
- [sighs]

You told me to go
into the light.

- What?
- Oh, yeah. There was a light.

I almost walked right
into the goddamn thing,

you ungrateful little shit.

You wanted me dead.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

And I'm a freaking five?

I said
you were making a comeback.

I'm a goddamn ten.

[sighs]
I'm just--

I'm just glad you're alive.

I know you are, kid.

I'm just breaking your balls.
[laughs]

Look at this.
I've been up ten minutes.

Already my Tinder
is blowing up.

Yeah, all right.

- How do you feel, Mr. Farrell?
- Never better.

These comas are a dynamite way
to catch up on your sleep.

I might need another one
in a couple of months.

Being single is exhausting.

Oh, guys, check this shit out.

I woke up
holding a winning ticket.

Daddy's Revenge, 20 grand!

Oh!

- God damn it!
- Oh.

I knew you'd outlive me.

I'm invincible, sweetheart.

All right,
let's see who won the pool.

When did you wake up?

Uh, let's call it 11:20.

[laughs]
That's my square!

250 bucks!

I love you, Frank.

I love you too, dollface.

Five minutes off.

You bet on my dad's death?

- You didn't?
- [sighs]

Ah, baby,
you won the over/unders.

100 bucks.

Everybody's a winner.

Stink Hand, watch the door.
Daddy needs a cigar.

- Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
- Oh, for God's sakes, Frank.

No, no, Dad, Dad, Dad, come on.
I think--

Why don't you just order
Italian beef while you're at it?

- Jesus, Frank.
- That's a good idea, honey.

[humming carousel music]

W--

Jesus Christ, I can't get that
goddamn song out of my head.

It's so catchy.

Okay, we're even.

No, no.

Oh, shit.

No.

I don't believe it.

Again, Johnny?

No, Monsignor,
this is not what it looks like.

It never is.

Can I get a little help here?

- Nope.
- Where are you going?

No, Monsignor.

No, but my hand is--

No, please.

No, come on.