All language subtitles for Clean Slate s01e01 Desiree, And Whatnot.eng

["For Once in My Life" by Stevie Wonder]

Good morning, Alabama!

'Mornin', Harry!

I love you! Ain't nothin'
you can do about it!

?For once in my life
I have someone who needs me?

Hello, Miss Emily!
I see you got a new walker.

[Emily]
Well, hello, Mr. Harry!

?For once, unafraid
I can go where life leads me...?

Bonjour! Aloha! Konnichiwa and whatnot.

Oh, hey! Good mornin', Miss Ella!

Keep rollin', you old buzzard.

When was the last time
you washed your car?

When was the last time
you washed your behind?

And a lovely day to you, Ella.
And a lovely day to you. [laughs]

Can't see. Can't hear. Can't drive!

[Harry]
I heard that!

Boy, 'bye.

[Harry]
Hey, Louis!

I was gonna ask you
if you wanted your car washed,

but let's face it,
some vehicles are just too far gone.

I thought you were here
to audition for my choir.

I could sew two robes together.

I am as God and several thousand
strips of bacon make!

You look like it, too!

All right, now. Look at that.

Come on, now,
and get yourself a car wash.

Hello, Maggie!
[chuckles] You know.

Whose bike is this?

All right. Two wheels, want a deal?
Come see me, okay?

?For once in my life
I have someone who needs me?

?Someone who needs me?

?Hey, yeah!?

?Someone who needs me?

?Oh, I'm in love, baby!??

Finish this for me. I got to go.

[phone ringing]

Hello.

Desiree, please tell me
you're still on the bus.

Of course I'm still on the bus.

How are you feeling?

Oh, you know...

Remember to set clear boundaries.
Um, stay in your resilient zone.

And, uh, be present, curious,
and non-judgmental.

Present, curious, and non-judgmental.
Present, curious, and non-judgmental.

I got this!

The last several times
you've said, "I've got this,"

it turns out... you didn't really have it.

Okay, yes. You're right.

Facing your father is very different
than facing a pillow in my office.

Don't worry. I actually think
I've got this.

And who knows, maybe he's more open
to change than either of us realizes.

-?Ha! What you see?
-?What you see?

-?Is what you get?
-Harry, why don't we have Wi-Fi?

If we get Wi-Fi, what next?
You want to replace the fax machine?

I would never do that.
That thing's a classic.

Saw one just like it
on Antiques Roadshow.

-[chuckles]
-[Opal] I'm done working on the Toyota.

That's going on my resume.

No, Opal, you're a child.
You're not working, you're interning.

Right, my bad. I'm done interning
on the Toyota.

Well, did you intern behind the spokes?
Did you get under the bumper?

Mr. Harry, this is my first step
towards world domination.

You really think I'm gonna botch it?

[chuckles] You'd better be careful,
because if Oprah hears you comin' for her,

she'll take your little scrawny butt out.

Oprah? [scoffs] I'm coming for Bezos.

Well, excuse me.

Well, hey, before you dominate the world,
why don't you go get cleaned up.

Your grandma's coming to pick you up soon.

Got it.

[computer]
You've got mail.

Look at this. The singles in my area
want to meet the hell out of me.

Mm-hmm. And here's an ad
for some cheap-as-hell toner.

And...

Oh, my God...

Well, dang, how cheap's that toner?

It's from my son, Desmond.
He's comin' back to Alabama.

You have a son?
I'm only hearing about this now.

-We haven't spoken in awhile.
-How long?

July, August... 23 years.

-What happened?
-I don't know, I never figured it out.

He never seemed to be the happiest kid,
but what teenager is?

I always thought I was like a son to you.

You're more like
a distant cousin's son.

I'll take it.

My son's comin' home.

[car approaches]

Look what I brought home, baby!

Miguel! One day,
you're gonna pull up in here

without a recently deceased animal
on your roof.

Deal with it. I'm a sportsman.

Eighty-sixin' Bambi from
a safe distance ain't no sport!

You want to impress me,

why don't you start taking those suckers
down hand-to-hand.

You welcoming someone?

Yeah, my son.

Hm, well, that's not really
your strong suit.

Not everybody comes storming up
in this neighborhood

makin' people remove their bird baths.

The survey said... it was on my property.

I took it down.

Now, when you see these dirty birds
flappin' up around in here,

that's on you!

[sports commentator chatter]

[doorbell rings]

Hello.

Hey, miss fancy lady! I don't know
what you're trying to sell me,

but you can just go ahead and leave
your little Watchtower magazine

'cause this really ain't a good time
right now.

My son's comin' any minute now.

Harry...

Harry? How you know my first name?
What's the suitcase for?

Dad, I'm your daughter, Desiree.

Desmond?

No. No, no, no. [sighs] It's Desiree.

I've always been Desiree.

Wow.

Clearly, we have a lot of
catching up to do.

May I come in?

Yeah, come on in.

[upbeat music]

I thought you had a son.

So did I.

[opening theme music playing]

Wow, this place looks...

exactly the same.

Well, you know what they say,
if it ain't broke, don't fix it.

Ooh!

That's broke. I gotta fix it.

-[bangs]
-Oh!

-You all right?
-Yeah.

Ain't nobody sit in that chair
for 23 years.

Oh, my.

You look just like I remember you.

Well, I can't say the same thing
about you.

Definitely not.
But so much better, right?

You know you coulda given me
a heads-up on this.

It felt like an awkward thing
to put in an email, you know.

More awkward than this?

Good point.

Yeah, well, let me ask you a question.

Before you go any further,
is this the kind of question

only a doctor or my boyfriend
would need to know the answer to?

Boyfriend. Yeah.
That answers my next question.

So, where ya been?

New York City.

Ooh! They tell me it's so cold up there,
Baskin-Robbins is selling soup.

[chuckles]

You got a job up there?

I work in the art world.

That like pictures and sculptures
and whatnot?

I curate shows for galleries
and whatnot.

You were always makin' pictures.
We used to put 'em on the fridge.

Then we ran out of space and
I started puttin' 'em in the refrigerator.

It was one of the greatest honors
of my life to see one of my watercolors

underneath half a pound of sliced ham.

[laughs] Yeah.

So, how 'bout you, Dad?

How are you doing?
I mean, you know, emotionally?

You know me. As long as cars
and dirt remain a thing,

hell, I got it made in the shade.

Thank you for trusting me with that.

Mm-hm. Where you stayin'?

I'm staying with Louis.
You remember Louis.

You don't want to stay with Louis!

Louis still got that weird-ass cat with
the wandering eyes goin' every which way.

-[laughs]
-Why don't you just stay here with me?

Wow, that's so parental. Thank you.

Know what? It's good to see you.

It's good to see you, too.

I need to get going. I'm supposed
to go meet Louis, actually.

Well, later on, why don't you and I
have dinner?

I'll, um, fire up some wings.

Okay, there's one other thing
I need to tell you.

And this is hard for me to say.

Dad, I'm a vegetarian.

Say what now?! You're what?

Now, you know you coulda put that
in your email!

That's some bullshit!

Meat is murder.

I'm gonna murder some wings tonight.
Wait 'til you get home.

-[laughs]
-Mm-hmm!

Gonna murder 'em up, gonna get fired up!

[choir vocalizing]

?Let us march on
To victory?

-?This world??
-[Tameeka vocalizes dramatically]

Tameeka! I swear,
if you don't stop vamping,

-I'm gonna stab you in your eyeball.
-[door opens]

[door closes]

I think we've lifted enough voices
for now.

Let's call it a day.
Get outta here.

Oh, my God!

You sure you just came from Harry's?

You don't seem, how do I say,
emotionally destroyed.

It went surprisingly well, actually.

Oh, my God, his house.
Not a thing has changed.

It's like "Black to the Future."

He invited me to have dinner
with him tonight,

and apparently, I'm staying with him.

I thought you were staying with me.

This isn't about my cat, is it?

I'm sure your cat is lovely, Louis.

Then why did you unfollow him?

That cat was becoming my entire feed.

Meowser plays the piano.

Everyone can see you moving his paws.

-I do.
-[both laugh]

Excuse me. Y'all together?

Just friends.

Good. Louis, my niece is in town
this weekend,

and she is extremely single.

Oh, well, you know I can't resist
a pretty lady. [laughs]

We don't care nothin'
'bout your niece. Girl!

[laughs]

From what I recall,

you were all about resisting
all the pretty ladies, all the time.

I know, I know.
"Come out, live your truth."

I never said that. Do you, boo.

So, what happened up there?

I arranged for a gallery space.
Put every penny I had into fixing it up.

And then, my funding fell through.

What was his name?

-Gavin.
-Gavin would.

And that son-of-a-bitch did.

Dang. You're bus broke.

And you live with your mama broke.

Oh! She brought jokes with her
from New York!

-And there's more where that came from.
-[laughs]

I heard she was the pastor's mistress
come down from Birmingham

to make him leave Sandra.

I heard she's a spy
from the Ebenezer Choir in Atlanta

trying to sew discontent
between our sopranos.

Listen, uh-uh, honey.
I heard she was a streetwalker.

Yeah. And Louis was helping her
find Jesus.

My behind! Ha!

[Harry] You're not gonna believe
what I found down at the Piggly Wiggly.

Apparently, they can now smash soybeans
into shapes of all kinds of things,

including wings! So, real wings for me...

and fake-ass wings for you.

Fake-ass wings at the Piggly Wiggly.

Well, I guess some things
do change in this town.

More than you know. I just heard
Louis befriended a streetwalker.

And supposedly, Pastor Hughes
has a new mistress.

A new mistress.
Oh, these pastors, they never change.

Mm-mm-mm!

You sure you don't want to try
one of these real ones?

This chicken's so good,
another chicken will eat this chicken.

Tempting, but no, thank you.

Look at us, picking up
right where we left off

after all these years.

Well, it will be a process.

What's gonna be a process?

You know, unpacking all our stuff.

Well, you ain't got but one suitcase.

Okay. Um... My therapist says
that our past and our presents are linked.

Like, with me, I have a pattern of
choosing emotionally unavailable men.

And that is linked to my past
and to, well...

You know, the first...
emotionally unavailable man in my life.

Well, who the hell is he?
Does he live around here?

Do we need to go pay him a visit?

Okay. Um...

Let's try something.

Are you open to writing a letter to me
as the ten-year-old girl I always was

but you were unable to see?

Say what, now?

Dr. Vera Rishikarara says...

-Doctor who?
-My therapist.

Have y'all been up there
talking about me behind my back?

Maybe I need to write his ass a letter.

She's a she.

Maybe I need to write
her ass a letter.

So, I think I'm just gonna retire
to what I imagine is

my completely unchanged childhood bedroom.

That's where you got it wrong.
I put in a ceiling fan.

-[sighs]
-[ceiling fan squeaks]

I'm totally gonna have to redecorate.

[ceiling fan squeaking]

[Harry snores through vent]

-[air blowing]
-[snoring]

[smoke alarm blaring]

What's on fire?!

Oh! What's on your face?!

It stops me from snoring.
What the hell are you doing?

You're gonna burn my house down.

My Lord, look at this!
Go on, get outta here!

I'm so sorry. I was burning mugwort
for positive energy.

Plus, it still smells very wingy in here.

When was the last time
you changed your frying oil?

You never change your frying oil.

Where do you think all the flavor
comes from?

Of course. I made you matcha.

It's high in antioxidants.

I'm pro-oxidant.
The only green thing going down my throat

is a shamrock shake from McDonald's.

Oh, by the way,
I got a little something for you.

I wrote that note
to a ten-year-old you.

Oh, my God. You did?

-[Harry] Yes.
-That's amazing.

[deep breath]

Dear Des, I'll be home around six.
There's bologna in the fridge.

What?

It's just that when Dr. Vera Rishikirara
suggested this exercise...

I ain't trying to hear nothin' 'bout no
Dr. Richisushiperlamo.

You disappeared 23 years ago.

Not one call, not nothin'.

And somehow, I get ambushed.
It's hard for me.

Seriously.

Hard for you?

Did you ever think about
why I had to run away?

I thought I did right by you.
I put a roof over your head.

I put food on the table.
But I didn't know about all of this.

You knew something.

Why didn't you
just come and talk to me?

Oh, please. Do you remember
what you used to say about Uncle Glenn?

I said Uncle Glenn
had a little sugar in his tank.

"Sugar in his tank."

Now, was that kind of talk
supposed to make me feel confident

that you'd understand
what I was going through?

Uh...

[breathing heavily]

What the hell you doin'?

I'm resetting.

My vagus nerve.

And you're resetting
in one of my good chairs.

You're just some kind of mess.

This mess was a feminine child
in South Alabama

who had to run
home from school every day

from kids who wanted to kick her ass.

I hid out in the library.

And Mrs. Phipps was the only
kind face I saw for six years.

And then, you let me go.

You were 17 years old.

What the hell you want me to do?!

You were supposed to fight for me!

And you would have if I was the son
you always wanted me to be.

That's just a flat-out lie,
and you know it!

You practically threw a football jersey
at me yesterday when I got here.

Mom would've fought for me.

You know the tumor took your mom
away from me, too!

I don't know why I ever thought
that this could work.

I am leaving.

Well, we know you're good at that.

Go to hell, Harry!

See ya again in another 23 years, Desmond!

Unh!

Stop slammin' that door!

Where's Des now?

I don't know, and I don't care.

I do know he ain't gonna come back here
and rip me a new one

'cause he wants to say yes to the dress!

-She.
-Whatever.

Oh, don't do that, man.
Don't "whatever" your kid.

Do I ever tell you your business, Mack?

-Listen, when I was in prison...
-When you were where?!

Yeah, it was self-defense.
I did my time, now I'm here.

That two-dollar background check
ain't said nothin' 'bout no prison!

Look, anyway, when my time was up,
and that big door rolled open,

my mama was there waitin' for me,

in that Nissan Pulsar,
smoke shootin' out of the muffler.

She had a hot plate of supper
wrapped in foil waitin' on the dashboard.

If my mama can come and get me
after what I'd done...

maybe this ain't the hill
for you to die on, man.

Got get your kid.

[gentle music]

Hey, Miss Ella.

What is it, Harry?

I'm lookin' for Desiree.
Have you seen her?

Get your old behind in here.

Mm, cinnamon! What you bakin'?

You go near my oven,
I'll throw you in it.

Sit down.

What now?

You messed up, Harry.

I know that, Ella.
Why you think I'm over here?

Look, I ain't perfect
and I don't pretend to know it all,

but, honey...

Desiree coming back
and opening up like that?

That was a major step.

I'm still waitin' for Louis to talk to me,
and we live together.

But it's their path to walk. Not ours.

You're right, Ella. You're always right.

Shocking! [laughs]

[Ella sighs happily]

-[gasps] Oh, my God!
-What?

We're in your living room, girl!

You took the plastic off the furniture?!
Are you crazy?!

You know where you goin'?

I am goin' straight to hell.

-Straight to hell.
-No detour.

Mm-hmm.

It's time to open the living room up
to some folks, ain't it?

I reckon it is, Ella.

I reckon it is.

Well, you better get goin'
if you're gonna catch Desiree.

Louis is taking her to the bus station.

To the bus station? I know durn well
you ain't sittin' here

havin' a leisurely fireside chat with me,

and you know my child is about to leave
forever. What's wrong with you?!

That was an important conversation.

I already heard a bunch of wise shit
from that convict I work with.

Convict?

Yeah! I ain't got time
to explain it right now.

You can't not explain a convict!

You talk too much!

And save me a piece of that pie.

Are you sure you want to leave?

I wouldn't stay for all the fake-ass wings
in the world.

I thought you couldn't afford New York.

You called Gavin, didn't you?

Desiree would.

And she did.

Come here.

[Desiree groans]

A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.

Now, you do you, boo.

[Louis] Alabama ain't big enough
for that walk! Walk, walk, walk!

Wow, ow, ow, ow!

[indistinct chatter]

[scanner beeps]

[sighs]

Excuse me. Pardon me.
Excuse me, excuse me.

We got us a rogue Ken at checkpoint.

I repeat, we got a rogue Ken
at checkpoint.

S'cuse me, this is an emergency.
[indistinct]

I know that look.

He gonna try to run through here,
ain't he?

-Sir? Sir?
-No, you don't understand.

I don't have it. You don't understand!

You don't understand! My son!
I mean, my daughter! Desiree!

My Desiree! Don't leave, don't leave!
Desiree, don't leave!

Don't leave! Don't leave!

Oh, hell to the no.

Desiree, don't leave, don't leave!
Don't leave!

-That your daddy?
-[Harry pounding on bus]

No comment.

I'm Desiree Slate's daddy!
I'm Desiree Slate's daddy!

I'm Desiree Slate's daddy!
I'm Desiree Slate's daddy!

Don't leave, Desiree!

I'm Desiree Slate's daddy!

Get off of me!
Desiree, don't leave!

[bus driver]
What's he doin'?

[Harry]
I'm Desiree Slate's daddy!

He's...

He's fighting for me.

[Harry]
Get away from me!

Hold my earrings.

Do what, honey?

Never mind.

I'm Desiree Slate's daddy!
Get off of me!

Get away from me!

I'm Harry Slate's daughter!

I'm Desiree Slate's daddy!

Stop! I'm Harry Slate's daughter!

-I'm Harry Slate's daughter!
-Get off of me!

I don't understand.
Why did those guards let us go?

'Cause I wash their cars.

Oh, the car wash connection.

-Mack!
-What happened?

Thanks for coming. I went to jail!

Man, that wasn't jail,
that was a time-out.

Desiree, have you met Mack?
He just got out of prison.

-Harry!
-Well, is that or is that not

the most interesting thing about you?

It's not an ice-breaker.

Okay. Mack, here, loves curly fries
and he loves Carrot Top

and he just got out of prison.
How do you like that, Mr. Smarty Pants?

Charmed.

Okay. So, I've only heard bits and pieces.
What's your pronoun sitch?

Oh, I like this one. Is she yours?

I'm her dad.

But I'm kinda his guardian.
We take care of each other.

[chuckles]

Welcome back, Desiree.

[Harry]
So, you are his guardian.

'Cause he doesn't do
what I tell him to do.

Well, I think your mama would want us
to give it another try.

Together again?

Thick as thieves.

Now, why would thieves be thick?

Wouldn't that make it harder for thieves
to sneak around and steal and so forth?

How 'bout I crash with you until you
can write ten-year-old me a real letter?

That's fine, that's fine.

But I tell you what,
it ain't crashin' when you're home.

Okay.

I got something for you.

[gasps]

A library card.

Mm-hmm.

Mrs. Phipps, she remembered you.

And it's got your name on it.

Desiree.

Desiree Slate.

Patricia, Des is back,
and he wants to say hello.

She, Dad, it's she.

Mom, that's a free-bee.
Next one I'm chargin' him five bucks.

I'm sorry, okay? It's gonna take me
a minute to get all this stuff together.

You know what?
I'll do anything.

I'll even adjust my vagus nerve.

[scoffs] Your vagus nerve
is too far gone.

Well, um, I'll even drink some of that
nasty-as-hell matchbox tea.

[Desiree]
It's matcha. And yeah, it's nasty.

It's not as nasty
as those hippy-dippy wings.

?For once in my life
I have someone who needs me?

?Someone who needs...?

[upbeat music playing]

[Desiree]
This season on Clean Slate...

-I heard there was a yard sale.
-Over my dead body.

-I've got rental tables.
-Will they fit over his dead body?

-Where are you goin'?
-I too, am going to church.

-[woman] So, what's the plan?
-We gonna have us a food strike.

-[blows airhorn]
-[kids chanting] Fight! Fight!

[man] What's goin' on?

Your uncle just knocked
that wucker flucker out.

Remember, straight strokes.
You don't want to get swirl marks.

Are you calling me bougie? Ah!

-Are you okay, Mr. Harry?
-What'd you do?

-Take out an ad?
-I'm sorry, people love you.

[upbeat music playing]

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