All language subtitles for Sydney to the Max s02e04_English

♪ ♪

Come on, come on,
pick up!

Syd, it's me again.
You're late.

Would you please call me!

Where have you been,
young lady!

Ugh.

I'm in college now.
I need my freedom.

Why can't you be chill like
the other kids' parents?

I'm sorry,
I thought you were Syd.

She's out with Olive at
the "Food Truck Festival"

and is 45 minutes
past her curfew.

I'm sure she's okay.
She probably just
lost track of time.

This is the thanks I get
for letting her go out
on a school night.

You know,
you remind me
of someone.

‐Who?
‐Me, every time
you were late.

Do you see
all these grey hairs?

This one's from when
you claimed you were
abducted by aliens

and said they were a lot
nicer to you than I was.

Okay, the aliens were a lie.

But the time I saw a werewolf,
that was true.

Come on, Syd, pick up.

Where have you been?
I was so worried about you.

Sorry, Dad.
I know I'm late
but it's not my fault.

There was a huge line
for every food truck.

Even the kale truck.

We really live in Portland,
don't we?

I don't care.
You should've called.

I was going to
but my phone died.

The battery drained so fast!

You know what
the real problem is?

I need a new phone.

Syd, this has nothing
to do with a phone.

You missed your curfew
and it's becoming a pattern.

You're later tonight
than you were last week
and the week before.

Look, I promise
it won't happen again.

‐I know it won't
because you're grounded.
‐But Dad, it's the weekend.

You should have
thought about that before
you came home late.

At least I didn't try
to blame aliens.

That's right,
Grandma told me.

(theme song playing)

♪ Like father, like daughter,
we don't always agree ♪

♪ But looking at you
is like looking at me ♪

♪ The more things change,
the more they stay the same ♪

♪ Like father, like daughter,
from different times ♪

♪ Taking all the best
from your decade and mine ♪

♪ The more things change ♪

♪ The more
they stay the same ♪

♪ The more
they stay the same ♪

♪ ♪

That was so much fun
last night.

Totally.
Until my dad grounded me.

Good thing
he never sticks to it.

Hey, how come
you didn't get grounded?

When I got home,
my parents were grounding
my brother Sean.

So I snuck upstairs,
put on my PJs,

then came downstairs,
and asked them
to keep it down.

Not only didn't
I get grounded,
I got an apology.

Yeah, I'm that good.

Guys, guys,
you won't believe it.

I got us tickets
for the pop‐up
cake museum tonight.

‐What?
‐No way!

Everybody in Portland
wants to be there.

And it's only for one night.
How'd you get the tickets?

I sat in this
virtual waiting room
for like ever.

And FYI?
Virtual boredom is very
similar to actual boredom.

We're so gonna post pictures
for everyone to see us.

But not that we'd be like,

"Ah ha, we're here
and you're not."

‐Of course not.
‐No way, no!

‐Well, maybe a little.
‐That's kinda the point.

Syd, are you sure
you're gonna get out
of being grounded?

I told you,
it's not a problem.

My dad always ends up caving.

Oh, I'm so jealous.

My mom never caves.

It's one of
her worst qualities.

The cake museum
is going to be awesome.

I heard there's
a room of buttercream

where you can lie on the floor
and make frosting angels.

No parents?
Rolling in sugar?

What a time to be alive!

Okay, I'm home
right after school
like you made me.

I still don't get
why I'm grounded.

Because actions
have consequences.

You lie about
cleaning your room,
you get grounded.

You hate being grounded,
you clean your room.

It hasn't worked yet,
but that's the theory.

So, I'm guessing
you came home early

just so you could see
this sad look on my face?

No, that's just a bonus.

Our computers
went down at the DMV

so my boss Marlene
gave us the afternoon off.

Here.
I have a field trip on Friday.

You have to sign this
and I need ten dollars.

Okay, get it out of my purse.

Ooh, the Modern Art Museum.
That'll be fun.

Nobody likes museums.

They're just so old people have
a place to go during the day.

A ticket stub?

You went to see
"The Wedding Organizer"
at 11:00 this morning?

Wait, you ditched work,
didn't you?!

No, I didn't ditch.

I called in sick.

Oh, right.

Wait!
That's the same thing.

You lied! What happened to,
"Actions have consequences"?

For a grounded kid,
you ask a lot of questions.

You know, there's a word
for people like you who say
one thing and do another.

‐Hypocrite?
‐I think so.

But it's after school
so no way I'm looking it up.

Syd, I really hope your dad
agrees to un‐ground you

so you can go to
the cake museum.

Don't worry.
After a day, he goes from,

"Not a chance,"
to "Let me think about it,"

to "Okay. But I hope
you learned your lesson."

And I do learn my lesson.

That he'll always let me go.

Hey, girls. Syd,
you were supposed to go
right home after school.

You're grounded, remember?

I know, Dad, but something
amazing came up.

Sophia got us tickets
to this incredible,
once‐in‐a‐lifetime event.

A pop‐up cake museum.

It's a magical night
celebrating cakes.

They're always at our parties,

but isn't it time we had
a party for them?

And it's only for tonight.
So you gotta let me go, Dad.

Please?

Let me think about it.

Okay, whatever
you think is best.

‐We are so in.
‐Yes!

Hey, Angela,
is there a problem
with Sophia's new bike?

No, this one's her brother's.

He promised not
to leave it in the driveway
but he kept doing it.

I can't return him,
so... here's the bike.

Wow, you turned a gift
into a punishment.

I didn't know we could do that.

Max, we have three kids
and my husband and I know

that if we
let our guard down,

they'll walk all over us.

You have to draw the line.
And you have to draw it hard.

I couldn't agree more.

That's why I grounded Sydney.

But sometimes things come up.

Like the cake museum.

Oh, right. Yeah,
it's only happening tonight

and everyone in Portland
wants to be there.

‐That's what I thought.
‐Think again. Max!

Sydney is never
going to learn
to respect boundaries

if you don't enforce them.

Unless you think she's
already learned her lesson.

‐Well, I mean, now that‐‐
‐Wake up, Max!

I know it's difficult.

and it must be even tougher
being a single dad.

But you need
to learn to say no.

Look, if you need another
parent in your corner,
you have my number.

Thank you, Angela.
I appreciate that.

‐So can I return the bike?
‐No!

I'm just practicing.

So which one of these says
"cake museum"?

Syd, has your dad
officially said you can go?

Well he always waits
till the last minute
and starts with a big sigh.

As soon as you hear that,
we're good.

‐Syd?
‐Yes, Dad?

(big sigh)

When you asked if you could
go to the cake museum,
I told you I'd think it over.

And I've really
thought things over, too.

Lesson learned, Dad.
Lesson learned.

Good.
Because you're not going.

Thanks, Dad, you're the‐‐
what?!

You're not going
to the cake museum.

So does he come back
one more time?

'Cause that kinda
sounded like you're not going.

♪ ♪

Dad, you can't be serious.

What do you mean
I can't go?

I told you I would
think about it

and that's the conclusion
I came up with.

But I thought we'd
think about it and come to
the "Syd can go" conclusion.

Hey, Mom.
What's with...

whatever all that is?

My sorority is going to see
"Vampire Beach Party."

Seriously?
That's supposed to be one of
the worst movies ever made.

That's the point, Grandpa.

We dress up, sing along,
and throw fruit at the screen.

And did you know
a tomato is a fruit?

I'm learning
so much in college.

Grandma,
would you talk to him?

I have a ticket to
that amazing cake museum
downtown,

but Dad says
that I can't go.

Would you explain to Syd
that she is grounded

and so she is staying home?

Whoa, whoa.
I already did my parent time.

I'm not getting involved.
I'm smarter than that.

Now if you'll excuse me,

I'm going to throw fruit
at a vampire beach movie.

Dad, this is so unfair.

I'm a good kid.
I get good grades.
I do all my chores.

Please don't make me
miss out on the best
night of my life.

Syd, this conversation's over.
I'm not budging.

Ugh!

(tablet ringing)

‐Hey, Max!
‐Angela, I did it.

‐I drew the line.
‐Oh, I'm so proud of you.
How does it feel?

Horrible!

Terrible, awfible.

It's not a word,
but it's how I feel.

I get it. You're causing
your daughter pain.

You're making her miss out
on the best night of her life.
Right?

‐Exactly.
‐Wrong, Max!

Every night they wanna
go out is always the best night
of their life.

Max, don't budge an inch.

Some day Syd will thank you.

Have your kids
ever thanked you?

I said someday.

Look, you need
to find a way to relax.

Take a nap, take a bath,
listen to some music.

Great idea.
I'll clean out the fridge.

‐I said relax.
‐You're right. I'll vacuum.

♪ ♪

Hi, Ms. Reynolds.
I was wondering

if I could spend
a few minutes
with the prisoner?

Prisoner?
That's a bit dramatic.

Max, visitor, five minutes,
then back to your cell.

Hey, Leo, any chance
my mom mentioned

that she lied to her boss
and ditched work today?

You lied?

I am so disappointed,
Ms. Reynolds.

In moments of moral confusion,

I often ask myself,
"What would Judy do?"

I call you Judy in my head.

‐(answering machine beeps)
‐Marlene: (on phone)
Hi Judy,

it's me, Marlene.

That's my boss.
Who turned off the ringer?

Marlene:
Just calling to make sure
Max's tonsillectomy went well.

Adam had his tonsils
out a month ago.

And I've still got
a freezer full of icy pops.

So, I'm on my way over
to drop some off.

‐(machine beeps)
‐You told your boss

I had my tonsils...
ectomied?

Please.
You lie to me 15 times a day.

I'm a kid.
That's my job.

You're supposed to set
an example for me.

For me, too.

Or so I thought.

Look, right now,
I need you to cover for me

and pretend you just
got your tonsils out.

Why should I cover for you?

Oh, I don't know.

Because I could lose my job
and, as I remember,

you like to
wear clothes and eat.

Oh, she knows you
so well.

Okay. But, Mom,

as you've always taught me,

actions have consequences.

Where are you
going with this?

Simple.
Forget about my grounding

and I pretend
I had my tonsils out.

Are you blackmailing me?

You are.

I am.

It's not fair.
My dad can't just
change the rules

halfway through my childhood.

Yeah, children
need consistency.

At least, that's what
my mom tells my dad

when I'm listening
through their door.

I can't believe
I'm gonna miss this.

Don't worry.
If you don't get to go,

I'm not going without you.

(knock on door)

‐Syd?
‐Before you say
anything, Mr. R.,

you know me as
a no‐nonsense
straight shooter, right?

That hasn't
been my experience,
but go ahead.

Did Syd make a mistake?
Sure.

But who among us hasn't?

Remember your
socks with sandals phase?

‐You're a good friend, Olive.
‐Thank you.

And that's why
you have to go.

‐Huh?
‐What?

It's not much of a grounding
if she gets to have
her best friend over.

I'm sorry, Olive,
but you have to leave.

Go ahead, Olive.

Go to the cake museum.

As someone
who wants you to grow,

learn, and experience
magical things,

I would never deny you
this amazing opportunity.

Oh, brother.

Okay, Syd.

I miss you already.

Mr. R.

Was there something else?

Yes. I'm going to need
your phone, tablet,
and laptop.

What?
I can't even have contact
with the outside world?

Who are you?

I'm the guy who draws lines.

‐I'm the line drawer.
‐What?

Well, I'm‐‐
I think you know, Syd.

Are you boys ready?

My boss will
be here any minute

and I'd really like
to keep my job.

Now when I had my tonsils out
it really hurt to speak.

So just whisper
and I'll translate.

Got it. Why?

Because your tonsils
are in your throat.

Huh. Good to know!

I wonder if they're hiring
at that burger place
down the street.

‐(doorbell rings)
‐She's here!

‐Hi, Marlene.
‐Judy!

Oh, your house
is so lovely!

That picture's crooked.

Well thanks for being so
understanding about today.

Oh, please.
You had a sick kid.

It's not like
you took the day off.

(nervous laughter)

Leonard, Maxwell.

I haven't seen you since
Adam's Bar Mitzvah.

How's the throat, honey?

It hurts.

Like a thousand bees
stinging his throat

after they dipped
their stingers in hot lava,
while‐‐

Okay, I think Marlene
gets the picture.

Well, it sounds to me
like someone

could use a nice cold icy pop.

Well, thanks for the icy pops.
I don't want to keep you.

Oh, no problem.

I got all the time
in the world.

How about
a nice cup of tea?

Oh, I'd love that!

But what about your family?

Eh.

Leo, what was I thinking?

I got my mom
right where I want her!

Forget about
being un‐grounded.

I can get anything I want.

Ugh, this is all
getting so ugly,

I don't even know if
I can enjoy this icy pop.

Whoo, luckily I can!

(vacuum whirring)

‐Dad?
‐(vacuum stops)

I've been thinking
and I realize

that I haven't been
very fair to you.

Go on.

You were right.

I broke my curfew
and I deserve
to be grounded.

Well, thank you, Syd.

But... what if
instead of being
grounded this weekend,

I'm grounded for
the next two weekends

and...
I clean out the garage?

Two weekends...
and the garage?

That is a generous offer.

Let me think about it.

In the kitchen. Alone.

All by myself.

(tablet ringing)

Hey, Max!

Angela, get this‐‐
Syd has offered

to be grounded
the next two weeks,

plus clean out the garage,
if I let her go out tonight.

Hmm, that's interesting.

Sounds like you've entered
the negotiation stage.

Whew! I've gotta say,
it was not easy getting here,

but I made it.

There is
no negotiation stage, Max!

Stay strong!

Right.

So, Dad,
did you think about it?

Yes. And I'm sorry, Syd,
there's no deal.

‐You're not going.
‐What? Seriously?

I'm going to completely
miss the cake museum?
Why?

Because you're grounded.

So because of you,

I'm gonna be missing out
on something

that everybody is gonna
be talking about forever!

Give it up, Syd.
You're not going.

You're ruining my life!
You're the worst dad
in the world!

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Feelin' better, sweetie?

Max says he's doing okay.

Especially since his mom agreed
to buy him several video games.

What?

I got Adam a nice book.

Did I get a thank you?

I shoulda
gotten him a dictionary

so he could look up
the word "gratitude."

Well, I suppose the least
I could do is buy him
one video game.

You promised him three.

Did I?

I can't imagine
I would have gone over two.

Max says you're right!
It was two.

Because you were so nice
and promised him
that new game console.

Why don't we discuss this
after Marlene leaves,
sweetheart?

I'm out.

(hoarsely):
And we've also discussed

a big‐screen TV
for my room.

Right, Mom?

No, Max, you're not
getting anything.

(sighs)
Marlene, I'm sorry.

Max didn't have
his tonsils out.

I took the day off
and went to the movies.

‐What?
‐I know.

I know. I just needed
a day off for my sanity.

It's okay, Judy.

‐It is?
‐Yeah.

You've got a stressful job.

You're raising
a son on your own.

Sometimes you just
need a little time off
for yourself.

And as you've seen,
he's a bit of a project.

This is what makes you
such a great boss, Marlene.

You're compassionate,
you're fair‐‐

You're working Saturday.

What? Saturday?

I haven't worked
a weekend shift in years.

But what a great way
to shake things up!

Well I better get home.

I've got to pay
the cleaning lady

and the guy
delivering dinner.

How do we do it, Judy?

‐Max!
‐Allow me...

Max is sorry,
and he hopes
you forgive him.

‐I never said that!
‐I'm trying to help you, man!

Don't worry, Max.
You're not getting punished.

I set a terrible example
asking you to lie
in the first place.

So I'm off the hook?

No, you're just back to
your original grounding.

Original grounding
and one video game?

Go‐‐ go to your room!

What am I doing?
I need my phone.

(vacuum whirring)

(vacuum stops)

You thought you
could hide from me.

Nice try!

Mr. Dirt!

(vacuum whirring)

♪ ♪

The pictures
are amazing, Olive.

Be honest.

Am I really missing out
on the best night of my life?

It's not that great.

This is the best night
of my life!

Oh, sorry, Syd.

I can't believe
my dad's doing this to me.

Just because I was
a little late last night.

He has no idea
what I'm going through.

That's it.
I'm getting out of here.

You're sneaking out?

That's a big move.
Are you sure?

Positive!

Wait, what's this
old voice mail?

‐I'll meet you there.
‐Olive: Cool.

Max: (on voicemail)
Syd? You've never
been this late before.

Please call me
as soon as you get this.

Syd? I'm really worried.
You should have
been home by now.

I just want to know
you're okay.

Call me. Please.

Syd? Where are you?
You're 45 minutes late.

I wish I'd never
let you go downtown.

I'm not even mad,
I just‐‐

I need to hear your voice.
Please call me. Please.

Please.

Hey, Dad.

Hey, Syd.

I just wanted to say...

I'm sorry.

If this is a new way to get
out of your grounding,
it's not working.

I like it,
but it's not working.

I'm not trying anything, Dad.

I just heard your messages
from when I missed
my curfew last night.

I never knew how scared you
get when I don't come home.

It terrifies me.

I don't know what I'd do
if anything ever
happened to you.

I love you so much.

‐I love you too, Dad.
‐The truth is...

I never should have
caved all those times.

I wasn't doing
either of us any favors.

I'm sorry I was
such a pain tonight.

You're not the worst dad
in the world.

You're the best.

Thanks, Syd.

You're back early.

Aren't you supposed to be
throwing fruit at vampires?

I got kicked out.

Apparently you're supposed
to throw fake fruit.

Oh, boy.

It all went downhill after
my watermelon went right
through the screen.

‐So where's Syd?
‐She's up in her room.

Wow, I gotta say, my money
was on you caving.

So you were able
to handle it after all?

Not a problem.

You just gotta...
draw the line.

♪ ♪

Ha, ha, ha!
The dough didn't rise!

You called it, Max!

I gotta get out more.

(turns off TV)

Five minutes early.

Third time in a row.

I know!

Syd: (on voicemail)
Hi, Dad. Just letting you know
I'm on my way home.

I'm 15 minutes away.

Olive wants
to stop for donuts,

but I don't think
we have enough time.

But we did!

Want a donut?

Ooh! Did you get me
a chocolate glazed?

Whose daughter
do you think I am?

Oh!

♪ ♪

Both: Clink!

♪ ♪