All language subtitles for Exit 57 S02E05 Show 11

I'm a baby.

Still at large.

The fugitive is known to be
a... Cloudy with a 30% chance.

Wide male. I'm thinking, God,
180 pounds, something like that.

He had a buckle, a very large
one. Various body parts in his wake.

Please...

I knew you were coming, I'd have
baked a cake. Baked a cake, baked a cake.

If I knew you were
coming, I'd have baked a

cake. Hot you do, hot you do, hot you do.

Had you dropped me a letter, I'd have
hired a band. Brandest band in the land.

Drop me a ladder, I'd hire the band.

It really doesn't matter. Grab a chair and

fill your platter. Dig, dig, dig right in.

If I knew you were coming, I'd
bake the cake. Hire the band.

Goodness sake. If I knew
you were coming, I'd bake

the cake. Hot you do,
hot you do, hot you do.

Guns.

Go talk to her.

Go talk to her. That's
why we're here. Go talk.

It's a... Come on.

Hi.

Hey, how you doing?

Hi.

Want to feel my baby?

All right.

No, I mean through my vagina.

Isn't that so, Reverend?

Where was Joe when God laid
the cornerstone of the world?

Where was Joe when God strung
the lights across the heavens?

Where were you, boy, when
I called you 20 minutes

ago to come down and say
hello to the Reverend?

Well, I was just, I
thought, hello, Reverend, ma'am.

Hurry up, boy, we're burning daylight.

We're gonna play a couple
of hands of Sambo Scoot.

I can't play tonight.

Can't play?

Who's gonna yell Scoot
for the reverend's wife?

Well, remember I told you that I'm
going out with Kathleen Kulowitz tonight.

Well! Someone's got a date. A
tryst. A rendezvous de l'amour.

It's no big deal. We're just going
to the school pool party together.

But it's Friday night. It's scoop night.

You love this girl? Oh,
this is the first time

we're going out. Do you love your mother?

Well?

Yes.

And yet you are willing to
abandon your mother to go traipsing

off into the night with some
harlot that you hardly know.

We're just going swimming. Just go.

I'll be home in... Just go.

You would think after
15 years the boy would

have a special bond with his own mother.

Well, I guess nothing
screams louder than hormones

which drowned out even your cries of love.

Is it cold in here?

Guess you've got a
decision to make, don't you, boy?

Well, I already told Kathleen.

I'll be home in a couple hours.

I thought... You remember this boy?

Mother's Day, eight years
ago. I love you, Mommy.

Well, were you lying
then, or are you lying now?

Oh, I... Which is it, boy?

I wasn't lying either time.

Oh, good. Let's heat up that game of
scoot. You deal them out, tipsickery.

You got it, Tyrone.

I don't see how by my going out with
Kathleen, that means I don't love Mom.

I'll always love you,
Mom. It's just a pool party.

Hold on, Reverend. I got this one.

So, you don't see how going out with your
little friend demonstrates a lack of love.

Well, perhaps this little story from the
good book might clear things up a bit.

Oh, a parable!

There was a young man
on the road to Damascus.

And upon this road he came to a fork.

Then he knew he had to choose
between one path or the other.

But he also knew once
he had chosen one path,

he would never have a
chance to travel the other.

Would never see that path again.

Couldn't he just travel down
one path and then maybe go for

a swim and then hop on over
to the other path for a while?

Hold it, Reverend.

I'll field this one.

No, son, you see, there was this
snake that wouldn't let him go back.

Snake? What snake? The one that
invited him to the pool party.

Now, meanwhile, on the other
path... The one he should have chosen.

The road was filled with milk and honey.

And sugarcube fairies.

And they slaughtered the
loaves and the fishes.

And everyone was safe and secure.

Yeah.

What was going on on the other path?

A young man was tossed
into the darkness where

there was weeping and mashing of teeth.

The end.

Tough path.

So, uh, in light of
tonight's parable, son,

what do you believe would
be the right thing to do?

The right thing.

Tick tock.

Well...

I guess I'll stay home tonight.

God in three persons,
hallelujah! I'll give Kathleen a call.

You know, Mother, my turtle
could use a good buffing.

This is...

Hello, Kathleen. Hello,
Kathleen. Yeah, this is Mr. Harris.

No, our son's not going to be
coming to your pool party. No, no.

He's decided to stay home with his mommy.

All right. Good night.

Easily taken care of.

Let's get going.

Come on, boy. Move.

Scoot.

Problems with your ticks and chiggers?

Get your canister a bug off. Don't delay.

Hey, you guys, don't
forget to check for ticks.

Tick check!

That looks pretty clean. No,
I think I got one. Let's see.

Got one over here. Oh
yeah. That looks like one.

Brush it off.

You can't.

The head's already in. Oh, wow.

We'll try burning with a cigarette.

I'm surprised. That usually works.

I know how to get rid
of crabs, but not ticks.

It's a big fish.

It's a tough take.

Hold on, baby.

Let it fill up and
it'll just fall off. What?

Dawn, you get Lyme
disease. Hey, I got an idea.

Over here.

Hey, right here.

Careful of your arm.

Nice toss. Oh, sorry.

Who wants a burger? I do.
Thanks for the two. Ah, you got it.

I'm so sorry for your loss.
This must come as quite a blow.

I want you to know I'll do
everything in my power to be helpful to you.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Hey, Charlie, who are you talking to?

I was just practicing my grief therapy.

Oh, you're a good man,
just like your father.

Hey, you need anything? Well,
hope you didn't find another body.

Oh, no, not since the one.

Although there is a bad odor coming
from apartment 4G over in West Willow.

I'm keeping my eye on it.

Well, if you find another body,
I'll certainly be sorry for its loss.

I just thought I'd wheel
by. I'm on my lunch break.

Seems it's the only place
that's wheelchair accessible.

I thought I'd drop by and say hi.

Hey, you want half a sandwich?

Don't mind if I do. So
tomorrow's the big day, huh?

Yeah. It's the first time Mr.

McAllister's letting me take a
customer all the way from pickup to planting.

Oh. Can I sneak a peek?

Sure.

Wow, he looks good.

A lot better than when I found him.
He looks more alive, rejuvenated.

We embalm and restore. In this way,

the family is afforded a
last look at the loved one

and is able to create
the final memory picture.

Oh, Charlie, you work so hard.

I'm going to be cremated.

Have my ashes scattered on the infield
of the Rockingham Stock Car Racetrack.

Where will people pay their respects?

At the track. Everyone knows
that's my stomping ground.

I always wonder if there's some way
people could embalm themselves, you know?

It would save time and money,

and there would be one less person
who would have to see you naked.

I can't wait to die. I'm
completely inviting it.

It'll be nice.

There's only one problem.

Your family's long-lived.

I know. Greeks and Turks in general.

It looks good, though. Really good.

I mean, besides being dead and
all. But he does look different.

Mrs. Smedley.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Oh, my God. This must
have been quite a blowout.

Poor thing. She needs some pills.

Booze and alcohol got me
through the rough patches.

Hey, you ever lost anybody close?

Sure.

About a car load.

They used the jaws of
life to get me out, Charlie.

Or did you ever get over it?

Well, I'm paralyzed.

No, I mean, did you ever
get over the grieving?

Oh, it's an ongoing process. It's
kind of nice some days when I'm stoned.

I just don't feel right telling
people they're going to get over it.

You don't have to.

No, I do. It's company policy.

Death is just a new
beginning. It's just a brand new step.

One door shuts and a new one
opens. But then again, I'm a locksmith.

It's just another door to Jimmy.

I think this is the only life we
get, you know? I think this is it.

You think so? I like to think
you come back as something,

a squirrel or a shrub or a peppercorn.

Christina and Charlie. Hey, Duke.
Hey, Duke. Heard you got your first one?

Do you mind if I... Please.

Yeah.

Wow, it looks good.
Close out the cavities.

Oh, you got to. Congratulations.

And I'll see you, little
lady, at the covered dish.

Thanks for the weed.

It's all shake.

It's amazing all the
people that come out of the

woodwork when someone
dies, isn't it, Charlie?

Yeah, it's kind of nice. You
know, people bring food and stuff.

Yeah, hams, turkeys, smoked meats, booze.

I think I know what's so
different about Mr. Smedley.

He's not talking.

I've never seen him with his mouth
shut before. It's kind of refreshing.

He's got nice lips. Yeah.

Oh, oh, oh my God.

Wow, she's really taking this hard.

Must be her first death.

Yeah, but you know, since everybody dies,

I'm surprised we all
don't know more dead people.

You got your deadbolt.

What's your 20?

4G, West Willow, over to you, copy?

Copy, 10-40. Hey, I'll see you at the
convoy. Well, the odor took a bad turn in 4G.

I'll see you later, Chaz.

Okie doke.

No elevators in 4G. Later!

Bye.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

This must come as quite a blow.

In such a tender way.

And then I walked home from there.

So you're telling me you
walked home, alone, by yourself?

Yes. Show me.

Karen, this is a model.
It'll serve as a visual aid.

I want you to recreate what happened
to you on that night. This is a model.

And what happened after that?

I think this is a very
serious matter, Karen.

I want you to take a
deep breath and tell me

exactly what happened on Saturday night.

Hold it.

Hold it.

Continue to hold, please.

Peru.

Go on. We met at a party. A
party. You mean a gathering of sorts.

There might be confetti, some streamers,
maybe a pinata or two, maybe a donkey.

A party. A party.

Just checking.

Karen, this is a tape recorder.
It'll actually record our conversation.

While we're saying it?
Yes, while we're saying it.

Will I sound the same?

Because sometimes when I hear my
voice on tape, I don't... Karen,

you might sound a little different, okay?

Please, back to the gathering.

Well, like I said...

We met at a party. We really clicked.

We just kind of hit it off.

I mean, we had such a
natural chemistry with each other.

It was like we were meant to be
together. Soulmates, if you will.

I don't know. It was a natural
attraction. It was so tender.

I really think that we
were meant to be together.

And then what happened?

Well, then we went to
his friend's house, and we

started to dance naked.
With your clothes on?

No.

Naked!

Well, you know how it
can get. Perhaps continue.

We did things. Against your will.

No, I liked it.

Excuse me, Karen. What did you say?

I don't know.

I liked it. I liked it.

I liked it.

Can you hear yourself, Karen?

That wasn't me.

I know it was a friend of mine.

This is a map.

I know what a map is.
Okay, I'm just checking.

I want you to point out exactly
where this incident took place.

Dean Pepper?

Why am I here?

Karen! It is Karen, right?

Karen, this morning I had five men,
boys, members of the male species,

come in here and tell me that they had a
relation with you, an intimate encounter,

a sexual rendezvous
with you over the weekend.

End of the week. TGIF.
Hang in there, baby.

How do you know it was me?

This is you, Karen.

Yeah.

You. Uh-huh. You. No.

You. Yeah.

Yeah.

Hey.

Wait.

This is what we call a sandbox.

It contains sand. Sometimes cats use it.

I want you to mold,
shape, and form it to express

how you feel. It's sand, Karen. It's okay.

Just stop what you're doing.

Karen, I'm not qualified to help you.

I'm not qualified to help anyone.
I'm useless. I'm a void. I'm a bother.

I'm trouble.

Karen, I pretty much hate myself.

I hate myself.

You hate yourself.

You hate yourself.

I really hate myself. Did I tell
you how much I hate myself? Karen,

I'm going to introduce you
to something that's fun.

They're called the yellow pages.

They're stained pages
in the color of yellow.

Perhaps you can flip through that and
find someone who is qualified to help you.

I'm just sorry it's not me.

Can I offer you a potato?

Perhaps. A cat?

Fu Manchu, Karen, look.

Scars.

Mother never gave us any toys.

Mother insisted the children should be
joyful and her anger would not be assuaged.

Father was not a cruel man, just
uninvolved. The meadow can be a mirthful place.

Especially for two children who
have carefully crafted a fantasy

world out of an item
borrowed from their mother's chest.

Scarves.

Playmother insisted.

Scarves!

Father was mother, was
father, was not cruel.

Mother was father, was uninvolved.

Scum!

Mother insisted many things. Children
should be joyful. Scum. Father is uninvolved.

Her scarf is not a toy.

All that is left is a memory, a
mirthful matter, two children and scarves.

Scarves! Scarves!

Scarves!

Scarves! Scarves!

If I knew you were coming, I'd have
baked a cake, baked a cake, baked a cake.

If I knew you were coming, I'd have baked
a cake, hotchadoo, hotchadoo, hotchadoo.

Had you dropped me a letter, I'd have
hired a band, grandest band in the land.

Drop me a ladder, I'd hire the band.

Where you going with my baby, baby?