All language subtitles for Barry.S02E04.What.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-NTb

I built Barry's mind.

You don't think
I can tear it apart?

Just gimme five minutes
with him!

I'll have him shittin'
in my hand.

-What?
-(MUTTERS) What?

-LEO COUSINEAU: What is this?
-That is the key to my cabin.

I wanna keep it in the family.

I don't want the cabin where
your girlfriend was murdered.
That's sick.

I can't work for you anymore.
You gotta find someone else.

Well, do you know
any other assassins?

What if I trained your guys?

NOHO HANK: My guys suck balls,
you know it!

If I suck balls, you are
king of suck balls mountain!

-HANK: Oh, shut the fuck up.
-(SCREAMS IN PAIN)

I decided I'm gonna write
a scene about Sam.

He beat you up,

so we decided that you needed
to get out of there.

Hey, Sally.

Hey, Sam.

(distant wind whistling)

♪ ♪

(muted dialogue)

♪ ♪

(distant wind continuing)

♪ ♪

(distant wind whistling fades)

-Sorry, what?
-I said, did you grow up
out here, Bobby?

-My name is...
-(theme music plays)

Oh, sorry. Barry.

I grew up in Cleveland.

-You guys must have
a lot in common.
-(Sally chuckles)

So, Sally, we saw you
on that space show.

Oh... (chuckles) Yeah.

Um, I've been booking
a lot of work actually.

I've been getting lots of parts.
That was one of my smaller ones.

But, um, I've got
these new agents,

-and they're really great.
-She's doing great.

That's great.
I'm really proud of you.

-Hey, I got this. My treat.
-Oh. Thank you.

So, uh, Mark Campbell,

he's been coaching
my boy's soccer team.

-Wow, small world.
-Yeah.

-Heck, how old's
your son?
-Five.

-Wow. Crazy.
-(laughing): Yeah.

The other day he mentioned
that you were speaking
to Kate about a play?

-Yeah, I'm playing you in it.
-Yeah, no, that's not--
Sort of, it's-- (laughs)

Yeah, I didn't think Kate
would tell Mark about that.

-It's not really a play.
-No, it is a play.

I mean, it's a scene
in a play that she wrote,

-and it's great.
-(chuckles awkwardly)

-Is that why you
came out here?
-No.

Like I said, I was headed
to San Diego on business.

-Oh, San Diego, okay.
-Sam: Yeah.

But since I'm here,

is it like something I can see?

-No.
-No, not gonna happen.

Well, because it's not
really like a "show" show.

It's not really like a play.
It's more like a scene,

-and it's kind of
more like an exercise.
-It's not an exercise.

-Well, it is. At this point,
it's an exercise--
-It's a show we're do--

-But it's gonna be a show that
we perform in front of people.
-We're in this class together,

-and, um,
we're doing this exercise.
-It's a show--

Not really about you.
It's more about me
and my life,

and so, it's not really
the kind of thing that--

-I think you'd be bored.
-It's gonna be great.

All right.

Well, anyway,
I, uh, take off on Sunday.

I'm staying at the Valley Inn
and Suites, Studio City.

All these cities, right?
Why can't it just be
Los Angeles?

(chuckles)

-It's good
to see you, Sally.
-Yeah.

Hey, nice to meet you, bud.

♪ ♪

Noho Hank:
Nice!

Way to go, Khazam!
Great form, yeah.

Activate your core,
though, okay?

Great stuff.

So...

life at stash house
has been super tense, man.

-As you know,
my favorite flavor...
-(gunshot)

-(men laughing)
-...of all ice creams
is Rocky Road.

-(gunshot)
-And yesterday,

-I go to soft-serve machine...
-(men cheering)

...and Cristobal has had
my favorite replaced
with cookie dough.

Which is the favorite
flavor of guess who.

-You know how people start
to look like their dogs?
-(gunshot)

Well, Esther is sporting
very Cristobal-esque hair.

-What the fuck is this?
-Noho Hank: And I-- Barry?

-(gunshot)
-Aah!

You think this is
some fucking game?

-Think it's some
fucking game, huh?
-(stammers)

You lose your focus,
you give the other guy
a chance to fire,

you're dead!

Kill! It's the only word
I want in your fucking head.

Kill.

(conversing in Chechen)

(translating)

-We fucking speak English!
-We know what he fucking say!

Go! You fucking--

Your story is that
your father was abducted

and replaced by aliens?

That's what happened.

-I'm having a little
trouble with that.
-(Eric giggles)

You're having a little
trouble with that?

Well, you think--
I've had that trouble
my entire life,

-dealing with that,
all right?
-Really?

No, I'm gonna act the vomit.
I'm gonna act it.

Um, probably won't see it
because I'll put my head
in a toilet.

So you'll just hear
like a... (retches)

-...you know, sounds.
-I can make it, I can make it.

-I've done it before.
-I think it's more powerful
if you see it as well.

-I think it's more powerful
if you vomit, actually.
-Yes.

You just put your hands on me
for the last time, Sam.

I'm done with that.
And that's how it's
gonna be from now on.

You hear me?
You wanna choke me?

Well, choke on this:
We're done. You got it?

I-- Oh, that's your line.

-It's, "Oh, baby, please--"
-I know, I know, I know, um...

-Hey, listen, I'm not trying
to be a jerk or anything, um...
-Uh-huh?

When we went and had
dinner with Sam,

you asked how his...
his son was,

and you thanked him
for paying the bill.

Yeah, so what? I...
I don't know, I was
just being polite.

No, I get it.
I-I'm just asking...

Okay, in this you say,

-"I don't ever want
to see you again," right?
-Mm-hmm.

But then he asked us
out to dinner,

and you seemed
pretty down for it.

And I was just--
I was surprised.

Oh, I don't wanna upset you.
Listen, I'm just--

Do you understand
what I'm saying?
I'm just trying to...

I'm just trying to understand
where this is coming from.

Whoa, hey. Sally?

-I can make like
a prosthetic head.
-Sasha: Yes!

In my mind's eye,
that is literally what I saw.

Natalie: Oh, we'll run
a tube through it, I'll have
the vomit come out there.

-Oh my God, Nat!
-Antonio: Real vomit.

-(Sally crying)
-Hey. Hey, what's wrong?

(sobbing):
I never stood up to him.

I mean, he fucking...

he beat the shit
out of me, I mean.

He nearly fucking choked me
to death, but I didn't--

I mean, I never--
I... I mean...

I mean, I think I curled
into bed with him afterwards.

And I think,
I think that I held him.

I mean, I might have even said,
"I love you," for fuck's sake.

I mean, I didn't tell him
to fucking choke on
fucking anything.

And then, I mean, eventually,
yeah, I left, but I...

but, I mean, he was asleep.

Hey, but you, left.

Sally, you left,
that's what's important.

Oh God, I mean,
in the beginning,
it was kind of okay,

like for a year, maybe.

But I was fucking 19.
I mean, what the fuck
did I know?

I mean, but then it was just,
you know, it was like years

of just like beatings
and apologies and...

and this like
vicious kind of cycle

that just kept repeating
itself, but I just...

I mean, I stayed.

-(softly): Hey...
-You know, I wrote
it like this because

if I don't do it this way,
then how do I explain to people

that I just like...

like ran away?

You don't have to.

What, you mean like lie?

It's not lying.
You said it yourself,
you said you're a strong person.

Yeah, but...

I mean, this?
This didn't happen.

Well, yeah, but...

you know,
Star Wars didn't happen
and that's a rad movie.

You know, just because
you're in this class...

(sniffling)

...it doesn't mean
that you can't have secrets.

You know, you should...

You should be able to be
the person that you say you are.

Like I'm Barry Block.

I'm an actor.

You're Sally Reed,

and you stood up to Sam.

-I didn't.
-Yes, you did. It's okay.

(sighs)

-(softly): Sally...
-(sniffles)

Fuches:
You don't think all this
spy game stuff is overkill?

-No. You fucked up.
Now we're out of options
-Fuches: Oh. Mm-hmm.

At least this way,
I control the situation.

-Yeah,
-Just get him here,
get him talking,

-and I'll do the rest.
-You remember he's a pro, right?

I trained him.
You think he's gonna,
you know, let himself walk

into some kind of situation
where he's gonna blurt
everything out?

(phone chiming, buzzing)

(chiming, buzzing continuing)

-(whispers): Answer it.
-Okay.

-Hey, Barry.
-Hey, look, I tried
that Braveheart speech,

but, um, apparently that's like
a super popular movie, um...

Do you know of any
lesser-known movies

that maybe I could
do a speech from?

Uh, no, jeez, Barry.
No, not off the top
of my head, no.

Yeah, they just have to have
a good speech in them.

Eric recommended
Samuel L Jackson's speech
from Deep Blue Sea,

but he gets eaten by a shark
midway through it,

-so I don't really
wanna do that one.
-(mouthing inaudibly)

-And then there's
Independence Day...
-What?

-Get him here.
-That's what that says?

-(Barry continuing indistinctly)
-Get... him... here.

Barry:
I don't wanna steal
their thunder on that.

Yeah. No, no.
No, I hear what you're saying.

I don't know, man. I'm just...
just a little lost here.

Fuches:
You know what, pal?
Why don't, why don't you come

over here and we'll, you know,
we'll talk about it together?

-Yeah?
- Really? Oh,
that'd be great.

That'd be great.
Where are you?

Uh, the address? Uh, yeah,
let me find the address.

It's, uh...
I'm at the Hollywood
Palm View Motel.

It's near Universal,
and the address,

the address is...

(sighs)

The address is
10729 Vineland Avenue.

Vineland. All right, cool.

All right, I'll see you then.
And, hey, Fuches.

-Yeah?
-Uh, thank you.

Thank you. I-I...
I really appreciate this.

Sure, buddy, no problem.

(phone beeps)

♪ ♪

Leo?

Dad, hey.

And to what do I owe
this pleasure?

Uh, we had a bunch
of extra strawberries,

and I remembered
you liked them, so, um...

We were gonna have
to throw those out
anyway, so I--

Well, that makes me feel
wonderful, 'cause no matter
what you feel,

I know that I rate
above the garbage.

Look, my therapist and my wife
both think this is a bad idea,

but, uh, do you maybe
want to get a meal sometime?

A meal?

Leo and me having a meal?

Okay, I'm gonna
AirDrop you my info.

Push that, push that,
and then push send.

-It's on its way.
-Great.

Hey, listen, you wanna
come in for some tea?

-You want some whiskey?
-I-I'm fine.

I know it's early,
but you're still
your mother's son.

-I'll call you. Okay, Dad?
-Yeah. Okay.

-(phone chimes)
-Hey, Leo.

What made you change your mind?

You made an effort.

-Ah.
-Talk soon.

Oh, I look forward to it.

Uh, Dad, you...
you Airdropped me

a picture of you shirtless,
in front of a mirror.

That's because I was
being fitted for a shirt,

and they wanted to see
my, um...

You know what I'm gonna do?
I'm gonna give you

my cell phone number
right now. You ready?

Sally:
You're a coward, Sam.

You're a small, little man,

and it is a big,
big world out there.

And... (sighs)

(mutters)... of my life.

So I'm not gonna waste
the rest of my life.

So I'm not gonna waste
the rest of my life.

So I'm not gonna waste
the rest of my life .

-That's it.
-(paper rustles)

-(scribbling)
-Life, emphasize life.

♪ ♪

I'm not gonna waste
the rest of my life

watching it all pass me by.

You wanna choke me, Sam?
Hmm? Huh?

Fuck.

-Barry: Hey!
-Sam: Hey, man.

Hey, Sally said
she didn't want
you seeing that.

No, you said
you didn't want me to see it.

-It's my story,
I have the right.
-Get out of here, man.

You know how she is.
She's a chick.

-She's fucking dramatic.
-All right, let's leave.

I have a family.
This could completely
fuck up my life.

She's lucky I don't get
my lawyer involved.

That's your problem,
not mine. Go.

Go.

-You know, you're
a fucking prick, man.
-All right.

And don't forget,
I fucked her first.

I got it when
that shit was tight.

♪ ♪

You just hit me
for the last time, Sam.
You...

-You take a look at
these bruises because--
-(phone chiming)

You just hit me
for the last time, Sam.

You take a good look
at these bruises,

because I am walking
out that door, and I--

-(chiming continues)
-(phone clicks off)

No, you take a good
look at my face.

You take a look at my face
for one last time, Sam,

-'cause I am--
-(phone chiming)

-'Cause I--
-(phone chiming)

(chiming continuing)

-(papers rustle)
-(Sally sighs)

-Hello?
- Hey, it's Sam.

Look, I know you
don't want to see me,
but I have something that I--

Could you swing by my hotel?

Uh...

No, I don't think
that's gonna happen, Sam.

Well, I wouldn't ask except
I'm moving my flight up,
and I'm leaving tonight.

And I got something,
and I want to give it
to you before I leave.

(sighs)

-Jermaine: Pick up
the torch, dude.
-Nick: I can't! Oh my God.

-Why can't I pick it up?
-Because you're terrible.

-Nick: Ooh, fuck.
-(gun cocks)

-This game sucks!
-Jermaine: You suck, dude.

-Oh my God, what's happening?
-Yeah, come on, bring it!

Sally (over phone):
I don't know, I...

I don't think this is
such a good idea.

Sam (over phone):
Look, if it's such a big deal,

just meet me
in the coffee shop,
in the lobby.

(engine racing)

Hi, uh, the café
is closed, so...

Sam (over phone):
Yeah, I saw that.
Just come up to my room.

Sally, my flight's at 10.
I gotta pack.

It'll take two seconds.

Okay. Fine.

♪ ♪

(knocking)

-Hey.
-Hi.

Um, what'd you need to give me?
'Cause I gotta go soon.

Yeah, I know. I, uh,
I meant to give it to you
earlier, but...

Oh, my God.

Sophomore year.

I came to all six performances.
You were great.

You can keep it.

Okay. Well, thanks.

Listen, I want to apologize
for coming to LA.

It was crazy.

I have a family.
I didn't want this
to upend my life.

Yeah, no one is trying to...
I'm not trying to upend
your life.

-That's wasn't--
-I know that. I-I...

I wasn't trusting you,
which is crazy.

I wasn't thinking,
and I... I freaked out.

Also, things back home
have been hard.

I haven't been
in the best headspace.

(sighing)

Well, what's
going on at home?

My dad is sick.

Oh, no.
Jack's sick?

♪ ♪

Look, I hope
that he gets better soon,
and, you know, I mean,

keep me posted
on how he's doing,

and thanks for the...

I will.
Thank you, Sally.

-It's great to see you.
-Yeah.

And, you know, I...

I totally understand
why you were concerned

about my show and me using
your name and stuff,

and I just, I promise
to be respectful of that.

-Okay?
-Thanks.

Take care.

So you won't do the play, then?

♪ ♪

No, I'm...
I'm doing the play, Sam.

♪ ♪

What part of "I have a family"
do you not understand?

-Yeah, it's my story, too.
-Not the made-up part!

-What?
-Yeah, I saw you rehearsing.

That scene is bullshit, Sally.

It never happened,
and you know it.

Look, I'll change
your name, okay?

You're being dramatic!
You're just doing this
to get attention!

So how about no, huh?

How about you just grow up
and don't do it?

♪ ♪

Sam:
Yeah, run away,
just like before!

Tell everyone
how you kicked my ass
or something!

Everyone's the hero
of their own story, right?

Lying bitch!

(screaming)

What the fuck?
Where is he?

I don't know.
I'm not his mother.

-Maybe he's not coming.
-You said you built his mind!

Aah! Fuck!

-(phone buzzing)
-(door closes)

Yeah, well...
maybe you spooked him!
You ever think of that? Huh?

Nice job, dipshit!

(phone buzzing)

-Barry?
-Hey. Hey, Fuches.

Hey, listen, man.
I need to talk to you.

Just listen, okay?

Do not come here, you got it?
And do not call me again.

I cannot talk to you,
do you understand?

No, but Fuches, I--

Look, I almost did something
really stupid, man, and I--

I am blocking your number.
Do not contact me anymore.

-What?
-(line clicks)

♪ ♪

Hey.

Hey, it's Barry Berkman.

Look, today a guy...
said something to me,

and it, uh, made me mad.

What'd you do?
You thump him up, huh?

Did you throw him
a little high heat?
A little chin music?

Hey, Barry,
we're both alphas.
I understand.

No, no that's not what I did.
Look, when I, uh...

When I get angry,
I don't like who I become.

Can I... Can I be
totally honest with you?

Barry, this is becoming
a little frustrating.

You finally open up to me,
you tell me this great story

about shooting a sheep-fucker,
then all of a sudden,
you don't wanna do it.

So you start talking
about our friend, Albert.

Then you leave that,
and all of a sudden,
it devolves

into some kind of
Braveheart bullshit.

For the love of God,
Barry,

would you pick
one horse and ride it?

Now what happened
with Albert?

Listen to me, son.
There are no accidents.

You started writing
this story for a reason.

The very same reason
you came here tonight.

You want to tell this story.

You need
to tell this story.

-(gunshots)
-(soldiers shout)

You'll look at me
differently.

I promise you, I will not
look at you differently.

What happened?

(clears throat)

-(rapid gunfire)
-(soldiers shouting)

Oh, my God. Albert, Albert!
You're going into shock, man.

(whimpering)

(wind whistling)

Soldier: Can't see 'em!
Can't see 'em!

Berkman!
What are you doing?

(man shouting
in foreign language)

Fucking, you fuck!

-You fuck!
-(woman screaming)

-That's right, you fuck!
-Barry, no!

-(woman screaming)
-Barry, what the fuck
are you doing?

-What? He fucking shot Albert!
-Barry, stop! It's not the guy!

What the fuck is wrong with you?
Are you fucking insane?

They were across the street
on the roof, you fucking psycho!

(woman wailing)

Then they sent me
to a hospital in Germany.

And, uh...

a family friend pulled some
strings and got me discharged.

After that, I, um...

I didn't feel like
I deserved a good life.

Holy shit.

Fuck!

Fu--

Who else did you
tell this story to?

-In class? No one.
-Good.

So here's my advice:

You never tell that story
again as long as you live,

'cause basically,
you killed somebody,
and you got away with it.

See, this is why
I didn't wanna tell you.

'Cause you're gonna
look at me differently.

You're gonna look at me
like I'm a murderer,

-like I'm a violent
piece of shit.
-Barry.

Listen to me.

I have a son.

I was terrible to this son.

I was cruel, I was selfish,

and there's nothing
I can do to change that.

But I don't wanna be
that guy anymore.

And I pray that human beings
can change their nature.

Because if we can't,

then you and I are
in deep trouble.

Well, how do we do that?

I think we're doing it already.

You didn't beat
that guy up, did you?

You came here.

We're talking
about your feelings

instead of acting out
your feelings.

And as for my son,

the first time I reached out
to him after years
and years and years,

I got a big,
"Fuck you, Dad!"

But today, today...

he brought me strawberries.

Do you think
I'm a bad person,
Mr. Cousineau?

I think
you're deeply human.

You did a terrible thing,

but do I think
that defines you?

No.

That's why I don't think
you should tell

this story
in front of the class.

Also, they will
shit themselves.

I mean,
they're children.

So we're gonna be okay?

I promise you,
we're--

We're gonna work
through this, okay?

-Do you trust me?
-Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

Now, I bill my private classes
through another loan out.

So I'm just gonna go
and get that ledger.

Okay.

♪ ♪

Fuches (whispers):
Oh, fuck. Fuck.

(sighs)

(grunting)

Aah. Shit.

(mutters):
It's... I...

(grunts)
Okay, okay.

All right.

(in loud whisper):
Fuches!

-Barry?
-Hey, what are you
doing up there?

Uh, I...

I can't find something.

-Hey, I gotta tell
you something.
-Now?

-Now?
-Yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah.

-I'll come up. I'll come up.
-No, wait, wait, wait!

No... (grunts)

-Fuches.
-Aah!

-Hey, you're not
gonna believe this.
-What?

The best thing happened.
It's amazing!

Barry, no. Barry, no, no.
Shit, shit, no.

No!

Fuck!

-I know you don't
want me calling.
-Barry...

-That's why I came here.
But listen, listen.
-Barry, just--

I told Mr. Cousineau
about Korengal.

He accepted me.
He said that I...
What did he say?

He said I can change my nature.
Do you know what that means?

-I-I know.
-That means that
I can own all this stuff

-that we've been
talking about.
-Barry--

All these things that
I don't like about myself,

that I can own them
and they don't define me.

Like, you know,
what happened in the war,

what we do together,
even the things
I don't like about myself

-that I regret
like killing Moss.
-No.

I don't have to live
with that regret anymore.

I can move past it.
I'm not a violent piece of shit
is what I'm saying.

What?

Hey, Barry.

Hey, Fuches,
why don't you give us a moment?

Barry...

Get out.

I'm sorr...
I'm sorry.

Fuches...

Sit down, Berkman.

Sit down!

I got you.

I got you, Berkman.

You are so fucked.

I know that was you
on the lipstick cam.

Yeah.

And Moss was on to you,

-so you killed her.
-Please, Let me talk to him!

Shut up!

Tape's off,
so it's just you and me.

Yeah.

Okay, I'm gonna do this.

You thought of everything,
you thought of everything,

so there's nothing
left to do.

That's how it goes.
It's all worked out,

It's all worked out,
so, yeah...

You went over it and over it,
and so now's the time.

-(exhaling)
-Hey, Loach,
don't do anything stupid.

-Fuches: Loach!
-Shut up!

Do you have any idea
what it's like

to fucking love somebody
and have some motherfucker

come along and take them
away from you? Do you?

I'm sorry about Janice.

Not-Not Moss?

That's Ronny Proxin.

He's fucking my wife.

You get rid of him,
all of this goes away.

What?!

♪ Make me a deal
and make it straight ♪

♪ All signed and sealed,
I'll take it ♪

♪ To Robert E. Lee
I'll show it ♪

♪ I hope and pray
he don't blow it 'cause ♪

♪ We've been around
a long time ♪

♪ Just try, to try, to try to ♪

♪ Make the big time ♪

♪ Take me on
a roller coaster ♪

♪ Take me for
an airplane ride ♪

♪ Take me for a six-day wonder,
but don't you ♪

♪ Don't you throw
my pride aside besides ♪

♪ What's real
and make-believe ♪

♪ Baby Jane's in Acapulco ♪

♪ We are flyin' down to Rio ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Far beyond the pale horizon ♪

♪ Someplace
near the
desert strand ♪

♪ Where my
Studebaker
takes me ♪

♪ That's where I'll make
my stand, but wait ♪

♪ Can't you see
that Holzer mane ?

♪ What's her name,
Virginia Plain? ♪

♪ (FUNK MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

BARRY BERKMAN: Your name's
Arnie Proxin, right?

-Uh-huh.
BARRY: Don't freak out.

I've been sent here to kill you.

I'm not gonna do that.

Calling an audible right now.

Oh, okay, so,
I want you to drive to Chicago,

and I need you to stay there...
for about a year.

-Mm.
-BARRY: Do you have a suitcase?

♪ (FUNK MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Today, a guy...