All language subtitles for the_rich_and_the_ruthless_s01e06

The Rit and the Ruthless, brought to you
by Cricker and Cramble and the WNB

Network, delivering truth, not fluff.

We keep you clinging to a cliff while
inspiring you during commercials to keep

your laundry white and those chocolate
cakes moist.

20 years of aspirational escapism from
your own damn dirty problems.

I am just getting warmed up. Hair,
makeup, wardrobe, let's go.

Woo, I know that things are moving
quicker in soap opera these days. I know

one take thing, but not with Kitty
Berenger.

Oh no, we're talking about Blue Cilla
here.

Yep, here we go. It's good, isn't it?

Okay, I'm ready.

Take two.

So what do you think of my return
performance on the show?

I think I better get my ass out of this
lumpy hospital bed before my show gets

canceled. Excuse me?

You should be sick after all that
scenery chewing.

I will have you know that TV Guide
magazine said my return on the show was

tour de force.

Yeah, it was a tour de something.

And by the way, Kitty, that was pretty
low down the way you muscled your way

back on the show while I'm here fighting
for my life. Oh, now who's chewing the

scenery? And bye -bye.

It took a lot to get your butt back on
our jet in Jamaica and back to L .A.

Thank you, dear. You're a dutiful wife.

Yes, I am. Thank you.

You should also thank Veronica.

She's the one that found the studio
space in Burbank where we've been

Now we don't have to shoot out of our
house.

I mean, if you sneeze on the set,
they'll blow over, but it'll do.

How long was I out before you started
plotting your return to The Rich and the

Ruthless? You fully knew I was returning
to the show. Quit it. Yes, and I

forbade it. Oh, okay, Henry VIII.

Clearly you forgot that it was my father
who put up the money to save Richard

and Ruthless years ago. And then Daddy
signed over his share, which instantly

made me 50 % partner.

Look at all these flowers you got from
everyone. Who sent you this?

I think someone from the show.

Do they smell good?

They're artificial, Augustus, and
they're from my funeral scene.

I'm worried about you. You need to eat
something.

I'm not hungry. I wouldn't eat this crap
if they paid me.

You should still eat something.

I'm worried about Veronica, too.

Poor thing.

She's really overwhelmed, trying to run
the show. And then she's got the

American Ballet Theater Gala in New
York. And then she's got the

Maxine Water Breakfast. And then the
licensing deal in India.

She should keep her Berenger butt here
in L .A. and concentrate on running our

show so we don't get canceled.

Oh, we're not getting canceled, honey.
Not after my performances.

Mm -mm.

I actually saw a crew weep.

Bet I know why.

Mm -hmm. I worked my scenes to death,
honey. I know you did.

I had no choice but to put myself back
on full contract.

Told the writers, yes, I told the
writers, get cracking. Because this

our next NAACP, our next Emmy, our next
Fuzzy, ISAA. Oh, our next Nymph Award.

And Monte Carlo, can you see us standing
next to Prince Albert and Monte Carlo?

I can.

You better hope they finish your
storyline before the strike.

What strike?

You want to call yourself a partner and
you don't even know what's going on in

the industry we do business in?

The right is strike, Kitty.

If our hack writers walk, there won't be
anyone to write your next tour de

force.

Hey, Berenger.

It's your lucky day.

Someone posted Bond.

Oh, honey, no, I so appreciate the
update.

Mm -hmm.

Yeah.

He's definitely... Yeah, he's definitely
on the upswing.

Mm -hmm.

All right, honey, call me when you land
in India.

Bye.

What did she say? She said that she
loves you, not Tori, and this whole

-to -strike thingy is blown out of
proportion.

Variety Hollywood reporter deadline.
I'll say the strike could hit any

I love our daughter, but she's naive,
and so are you.

Donnie, any vestige of naivete was
ripped from me being married to you all

years. Knock, knock.

It's your friendly neighborhood network
executive.

I just wanted to stop by and see how her
star showrunner's doing.

What are you doing here?

I just told you, I heard the sad news
and I rushed right over.

How are you? She could pass security.

Aren't I extended family?

Not blood, of course, but I was very
concerned when I heard the news. Let's

let's go.

I don't want to... I can't concede you
just show up here after that stunt you

pulled. I'll have you know that was all
Randall's idea trying to force Augustus

to sell the soap to the network.

Isn't that why Augustus fired him?

Yes, and I thought they fired you too.
Me?

Are you kidding me? The network loves
me. Bigly.

I can't really talk about it right now,
but I have a new show airing. Felony

Bachelorette. Primetime, baby. Oh, and
the network decided to keep me on as

of daytime television.

Isn't that fantastic?

No, but it's typical.

Hi, Augustus. How are you? Good. You got
my ribs, man? Yes, I sure do. Right

here. Mississippi. Mount Warren.

Georgia Juicy.

Delta Deep South Delicious Bama
Barbecue. Bam, bam, bam, bam.

Spicy, just like you like them. Just
give me the damn ribs, ma 'am. Listen,

Kitty, since we're going to be working
together again, I think it's time we

buried the hatchet. I am only here
because I am genuinely concerned about

Augustus' well -being. Sure you are.

Beef and pork. I paid $12 .99.

Yes, sir.

Now, let me set you up, Mr. Barringer,
so you don't get one drop of this

spicy, red, gooey barbecue sauce all
over your bedding.

If memory serves me correctly, Willie,
you had a parole violation to handle,

you didn't want to take the pay cut
anyway.

Oh, Mr.

B, now, that's cold blooded how you did
that right there. I feel bad about that.

Now, I know. I acted a fool. I acted out
when you cut. But look here, I need my

money, okay? I don't own none of this
stuff. All this is rental, okay? And for

you to just slash my price and bring in
a Jamaican? Come on.

Can't nobody act Willie Turner like
Willie Turner to be or not.

You're going to keep running your mouth
like a bell clapper or am I going to

starve to death here?

That's what I'm talking about.

I need it.

All too many times. How aging
showrunners they implode after they

down, down, down the hill. You don't
want to risk Augustus being seen in

diapers on oxygen on a hover round, do
you? The show will suffer.

Audience will just tune out.

Maybe it's time Augustus retire.

Don't you worry about my husband. We'll
be running the rich and the ruthless

long after you've pitched your last
tired reality show.

We'll see about that, won't we?

Need a cup of coffee.

Oh, I made you some greens, Mr. B. But
Willie wouldn't want to bring them.

Kale.

Don't worry, I took care of that. Now,
we can talk about me getting my job,

but... Augustus, I'm the one that really
needs your help. It's just been

unbearable to show without you. And the
only right spot in my career was being

mistaken by Kellyanne Conway at the
Berry Goldwater Chili Cook -Off and

Race in Arizona.

Ruer? Mm -hmm.

But Veronica still has not made the
writers bring back my badass character,

Ciccatelli, out of her coma.

It's just a total waste of my talent.
And I only worked twice last month. I

mean, how long... am I going to have to
be punished for?

Until you admit it was you who spread
those stupid rumors to TMZ about

and I having that damn affair.

For the bazillionth time, I swear it
wasn't me.

You know, I think it was Allison.

That bitch hates Callista.

Seriously. Now, I don't necessarily like
Callista, but I don't have a voodoo

doll likeness of her in my dressing room
like Allison does.

What? Mm -hmm. Oh, you didn't know about
that, boss? Oh, yeah. Allison's family

is deep, deep, deep, way deep south. I
think like Louisiana.

They got the Geechies and the Bayou and
Creoles and alligators. Oh, and let me

tell you something. She's deep into that
black magic. Oh, I wouldn't cross her

if I were you.

Come think about it, I wouldn't be
surprised if she put a little gitchy

you, give you this medical setback for
firing my man.

Get out of here with that mess. You two
are crazy. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm

going to enjoy my ribs.

Oh, Pam, what is this Grand Central? How
did you two get in here?

Well, you know, the nurses and security
love the show. They watch it all the

time. Big fan. How did you get past
security? Answer the question.

How you doing, Kitty?

Don't hide, Kitty. I know you're the
leaker.

What?

OMG, I swear on my sign, make America
great a t -shirt, I did not leak

to TMZ.

Why doesn't anyone believe me?

You all suck.

What's that smell?

Oh, that's just my cologne.

Ribs, Augustus, really?

Oh, how do I get in here?

Oh, calm down, kitty.

I haven't had anything but prunes and
still oats. Little ribs won't hurt.

Come on, you know you want a bite with
your bougie self.

Go and get something. It's be while
they're all hot and juicy and succulent.

Okay, now, where were we?

Willie, get out and let me talk to my
wife alone.

Yeah. But when are we going to talk
about me getting back on the show? We'll

talk later.

Well, that sounds pretty, I don't know,
unappreciative. I mean, you're not going

to say thank you for the ribs or maybe,
you know, give me one of them or, you

know, damn, I'd spend a lot of money on
them right there. Maybe two cards and

everything. People don't appreciate
nothing around here.

Oh, my God.

Darling, I think we may need to think
about hiring some scab writers.

A strike would be just the Trojan horse
that either of them in the network could

gallop in on.

I already have that handled.

Oh.

Did somebody say they needed a writer?

My baby is home.

You look great.

Can't say the same for the old man.

What the hell is he doing here?

Lord, you too, Dad.

Don't call me that.

Now, honey, Max is here to help us. I
sent for him.

You did what? You heard me. We needed an
excellent writer. Why not our son?

No. You said yourself that Max was one
of the best writers you'd ever read,

better than yourself.

That was before his unforgivable
behavior.

Let it go.

We're moving on as a family and with
Max.

I wouldn't trust him to write my grocery
list, much less my soap opera. Well,

you're in no position to make any
decisions right now, and I am, and I'm

an executive decision.

Is that a fact?

Yes, it is. Look, Mom, Mom, this is a
bad idea.

He obviously hasn't changed.

I'm out.

You're not going anywhere.

Oh, no, you owe me.

You're going to pay me back every red
cent. Who do you think got the attorney

and bailed you out of jail? No, you're
going to stay here in Los Angeles, and

you're going to write the mess out of
the rich and the ruthless until your

father can get back on his feet.

No more hot checks. Do you understand
me?

Yes, ma 'am.

Hot checks?

I knew you were up to no good.

I guess your little production company
ran out of steam making those little

cheap direct -to -DVD porn flicks.

Biggest disappointment of my life.

Well, I wasn't looking for any Father of
the Year nominations from you either.

Don't think I won't get out of... Hey,
bring it, old man! Stop it!

Listen to me.

This family was nearly ripped apart a
decade ago over some stupid teenage

indiscretion. Is that what you're
calling? That's what it was, right, Max?

Yeah. Look, we were just, I don't know,
kids being kids.

It was a million years ago.

Yeah. How do you think Veronica's gonna
feel when she learns her mother went

behind her back and asked her brother to
come back home and run the show?

Veronica's a businesswoman, okay?

She knows her strengths. She knows that
she's not a writer. That's where Max

comes in.

And don't go anywhere near my books.

Last thing I need is for you to pull
something shady while I can't keep an

on you. Augustus, really.

Forget it, Mom.

You stopped me in his approval years
ago.

You know what?

I'm starved. How about we go to the
cafeteria and get something to eat so

your father can rest and think about
things?

I love you.

Sounds good. I'm in.

I'm going to take your time.

I'm going to have the most rest of the
damn day.

Hello, Augusta.

It's been a long time.

What's going on?

Wait, what's going on?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Berenger, you can't go
in there right now. What do you mean I

can't go in right now? What's going on?
What happened to my father? I don't

understand. That's an hour ago. I
understand your shock, but your father

very sick man.

These many strokes that he's been
suffering from have just been

major episode like the one he just
experienced.

Oh, my God. It's weakening his heart.

Does that mean he's... No, Mrs.
Berenger.

We are doing everything in our power to
provide the best care to your husband,

to your father. Now, if you'll excuse
me, I need to fast -track his last test.

Thank you, Dr. Cooper.

Mrs. Berenger, you don't need to thank
me.

I want to see that Mr. Berenger gets the
treatment he deserves.

Excuse me.

I can't lose your father.

I can't lose him.

Don't worry, Mom.

You're not going to lose him, I promise.

Go to the chapel with me, son, please.

I did.

I made the appointment and everything.

But I couldn't destroy

what...

You're out there somewhere.

Please forgive me for keeping the secret
from you.

I... I just needed to come clean so I
could move on

before you...

You can feel it burning bright.

One together by the firelight in a

private shadow show.

Just as long as you see me to be my
dear.