All language subtitles for reba_s04e20_go_far

Although Latin American women have
practically achieved the same. Excuse

Van. Hey.

Excuse me, Van. I'm trying to dust the
furniture.

Well, can you do it later? I'm watching
this show about women's rights.

Now, there's rugby socks on the table.

Well, all right, but this counts as one
of my chores.

Hey, guys.

Hey, Rock, where's Jake? What do you
mean, where's Jake?

What I mean is, we were married once and
had a son.

At this time, do you know his location?

Wait a second, he's not here? Because I
was supposed to pick him up and take him

over to Tammy Anderson's house. No, you
were supposed to pick him up at Tammy

Anderson's house and bring him here.

Hey. Hey.

Jake, how'd you get home?

Tammy Anderson's dad gave me a ride.

And all the way home, he wondered how
someone forgets their kid.

Me, too.

Hey,

I'm sorry, buddy. You know, your mom
asked me to do it. I guess I kind of

it. That's okay.

Hey, Tammy's mom let us paint.

Let's have a look.

Oh, hey, did Elizabeth do that?

No, honey, that was Jake.

Recently?

at a bus stop. I call it. Where's Dad?

See you later, Dad.

Yeah.

Brock, you're a good father, but lately
you just haven't been spending any time

with the boy.

I'm sorry, but I've been swamped. You
know what? We're trying to get the

practice back on its feet and juggling
two families. Geez.

I haven't even had any Brock time.

As I recall, it's Brock time that got
you two families.

I'm just worried that it's starting to
affect Jake.

You know, she's right, Mr. H.

You don't want to end up like that song
about the boy and his dad with the dog

and the cradle and the rubber spoon.

Before you know it, he's going to be
grown, married with a kid of his own.

Won't call as often as you like.

I got something in my eye.

Great. Now the other one's got it.

What's up with Van? The same thing
happened with him and his dad. They were

never close.

He doesn't really like to talk about it,
but he's getting better now.

Diane, I need you.

Hold on, baby.

Well, take your shoes off and ain't
finish the table.

I'm going to be spending more time with
Jake. I am going to coach him in

football. Isn't that great?

Are you talking about tackle football?

Reba, this is Texas.

You're lucky I don't tackle you right
now.

I don't want him to play tackle
football.

He could get hurt.

He's one of the smallest kids in his
class.

Reba does have a point.

I mean, I was the only girl on my sixth
grade football team.

And I ate boys like Jake for breakfast.

Which makes it all the more important
that he learn not to let his size stop

him. Come on, Reba.

Kid living with his mom? Turn him into a
mama's boy.

Jake's not a mama's boy.

Hey, Mom!

Where's the sewing kit?

It's where you left it. Hey,

tough guys sew, too, you know.

Look, Reba, tons of kids play football
and they don't get hurt. You know, it'd

do them a world of good to get a little
dirty, mix it up some.

Oh, Brock has a point.

When I played football, I got hit in the
head all the time and it didn't affect

me.

Somebody get the phone!

You don't even know if Jake wants to
play football.

Say what? Why don't we just ask him?
Jake, come over here, killer.

What's up?

Listen, pal.

How would you like to have a great time
playing football and being coached by

none other than your ever -loving dad?

Jake, you don't want to play football
and get all sweaty and have people

slapping you upside the head all day
long, do you?

Jakey, you know, on the one hand, you'd
have girls cheering for you, and on the

other hand, possible head injury.

Although, honey, I played as a kid, and
I'm fine.

Yes, that's my boy. All right, we're
going to start workouts first thing

tomorrow. Cool. I can't wait to decorate
my helmet.

If he wants to decorate his helmet, you
let him.

You're not the boss of me.

What'd you say?

Oh, hey, Reba.

Here's a sport Jake's not too small to
play.

Origami.

The ancient Japanese art of folding
paper.

He folded a towel at our house once.
Nobody got hurt.

Any chance you could fold your lips?

happened? Where is he?

Oh, you got nothing to worry about,
Reba.

Oh, thank goodness.

So he's okay?

He was horrible.

Oh, God love him, he stunk on ice.

But he's not hurt, right?

No, Reba, no.

You can't get hurt in the fetal
position.

To be honest, it was a little
embarrassing.

Oh, please tell me you didn't say that
in front of him.

Oh, of course not.

Did you roll your eyes?

No, I didn't.

Not even when he put the dandelion in
his helmet.

But, honey, you can still put him on the
team, can't you?

It's not up to me, Barbara Jean.

The Parks Commission makes the cuts, and
Jake is going to be the first to go,

the poor little guy.

Where is he?

He was chasing a butterfly.

Or it was chasing him. I couldn't look.

Oh, Jay, buddy.

You need anything?

Chocolate milk, a cookie, something?

You want to come over to our place and
fold some towels?

No, thanks.

Hey, Dad, I had a great time today.

Yeah, me too, buddy.

And the best part is... We get to spend
every Saturday together for the rest of

the season.

Sure we will, Jake.

Sure we will.

I'll see you at home, Barbara.

So, Jake, you really had a good time
today, huh?

Yeah. Really?

I mean, you could just spend Saturdays
with me.

Don't be jealous, Mom.

A boy has to spend time with his father,
too.

It doesn't mean I love you any less.

This is horrible, Barbara Jean. I know.

Because to me, that little old boy's
heart's gonna be broken.

Can't believe I'm gonna say this, but
somehow or another, we gotta get that

on the football team. Okay, Reba.

I'll coach him.

Not you, Barbara Jean. Somebody knows
what they're doing.

He's not trying out for mascots.

Man, I think I feel so much better now
that my dad and I have talked.

Honey, driving by his house and honking
your horn is not talking.

He knows my honk.

Ben, I need you to coach Jake.

I thought you didn't want to play him
football. I didn't, but he feels it's

important to spend a lot of time with
his dad.

So you want me to teach him that the
only way to win his father's love is by

playing some silly game?

Because let me tell you something, Mrs.
Higgs. You can run around all you want.

And it's not, you know... I won't do it.

Someone's got to break the cycle.

I think he's doing way better with this.

Diane, I need you.

Right behind you, baby.

So, I bet someone who doesn't know what
she's doing is...

I'll go answer the phone.

Oh, I knew it.

4950.

Ready or not, here comes Daddy.

Where's Elizabeth?

Where's Elizabeth?

I should only count to ten next time.

Hey, Anna, is everything okay? You were
yelling.

It was fine.

Elizabeth just got scared, but Daddy
made everything okay.

Why don't you go inside now? Yes, I
think he's a freak now. Wait till you

dating.

Oh, yeah.

Oh.

Dating?

Yeah,

she's gonna grow up.

You're going to train Jake?

Hey, somebody has to. She might not be
the most qualified, but at least she

doesn't burst into tears every two
minutes.

And I happen to be extremely qualified.

After high school, I coached football
professionally for a year at Gatesville

Women's Prison.

We would have won the Texas State Prison
Tournament, except my quarterback was

shot trying to escape.

If you're going to make things up, why
don't you make things up that make you

sound good?

Why do I even have to do this?

After I make the team, I'll just
practice with Dad and the other kid. You

We're just making extra sure that that
happens.

What do you mean?

Everybody that tries out gets on the
team, don't they?

Well, um... Not exactly, no.

But don't you worry, Jackie.

If I can turn little arson Annie into a
top -notch running back, I can help you.

But I thought everybody made the team.
I'm not as good as those other kids.

That's okay. That's why we're out here
with Coach Cuckoo.

This is bad. I'm the worst guy out
there.

And two of those guys are girls.

Okay.

First off, let's lose the sexism.

Come on, look.

Even if... If by some chance you don't
make the team, it doesn't really matter.

Hey, there's a lot of other things that
you're really good at. But Dad doesn't

care about those things. Oh, yes, he
does.

No, he doesn't. Not like he...

how the kid feels.

Oh, knock it off. You don't know
anything.

Oh, yes, I do. I never had a
relationship with my father either.

You're unbelievable.

You know that?

You're so busy with your little pity
party that you can't keep the same thing

from happening to him.

This is a sensitive issue for me.

Okay, look, Ben, I'm sorry what happened
between you and your dad, but that was

a long time ago.

My little boy is hurting now.

What do you want me to do about it? Help
him!

Well, my dad never helped me.

He never helped me make the team.

Never came to the tryouts.

You can't impress somebody who isn't
there.

Be strong, Van. Be strong.

All right, dang it, I'll do it.

But no halfway. That boy is mine.

Thank you, Van.

He's going to need a new pair of shoes,
lots of water, and a pan of fudge

brownies.

Brownies? No questions. I've got to turn
a boy into a man, and I get hungry.

All right, this time, run a skinny post.

On two. Hut, hut!

Way to go, bud. That's like 10 in a row
you caught.

I thought it was 11.

Well, I don't count the last one because
of the way you dance.

Never do that again.

All right, so we've gone over passing
A+. Receiving A+. Now the only thing

is the fun part, hitting.

What about kicking?

Kick it.

Kickers are little wimps who are afraid
to get hit, Jake.

I think I want to be a kicker.

No, you don't. Didn't you hear me?
Hitting is the fun part.

Not when you're the one getting hit.

Wait a minute. Is this why you did so
bad the other day? You're afraid of

getting hit?

Yeah. I also don't want to be lit on
fire.

I'm weird.

I bet you think I'm a big baby. No, no,
no. Listen.

When I was playing, I was afraid of
getting hit, too.

No, you weren't. Oh, yes, I was.

Everybody's afraid of getting hit, but
you can use that to your advantage.

See, you need to hit them first so they
get scared first.

Now, we're going to do a play right now,
but we're going to do it in slow

motion. I want you to try to hit me
before I hit you, okay?

Got it. On go.

Ready, set, go.

Me!

You said slow motion. Oh, I'm sorry.
Okay, I messed up. Let's try that again.

Okay, here we go.

Ready, set, go.

Hey, no fair. Oh, I'm sorry. One more
time. Ready, set, go.

That's right, Jake.

Whoa.

I like that feeling.

Still want to be a kicker? I want to hit
a kicker.

Lesson over.

Yeah. All right. All right. Put it out.
No. Get off me. No.

Jake.

I think you're so funny and you are so
not.

Yeah? Well, you think you're so pretty
and you so are. Well, shut up, Kira.

Hey. So, honey, what happened?

Was he hurt? Tell me he's not hurt.

He's hurt.

He's hurt. He landed in the dirt.

I will sell that guitar.

He's fine. He'll be right in. Did he do
it? Did he make the cut?

Yes, he did.

He got banned.

What?

Banned?

Oh, good Lord, no.

Steroids?

He should have been there.

He was an animal.

He was in on every play. Running,
jumping, putting the smack down on guys.

My son is a monster.

Okay, wait a minute. I don't understand.
If he was so great, why was he banned?

Yeah, isn't that how you're supposed to
play? Run around like a crazy lunatic?

Great sport, by the way.

Yeah, well, they don't want him playing
like that at his age, so some of the

parents got together with the committee
and they banned him for one year.

They called him an assassin.

Jake, can you believe it? So you just
let them ban him?

Oh, no. No, no, no. I said, okay, if he
can't play, then I'm not going to coach.

And what did they say to that?

They said that's what they were
thinking, too.

So... they banned me. I can't coach for
a year.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the
assassinator.

Stay very still, folks. He's trained to
hit anything that moves. He's 75 pounds

of ornery whoop -ass.

But he's so cute.

Watch it, cheerleader.

Thanks for the help, man. Hey, no
problem, buddy.

Helped me, too. Gave me a chance to work
through some of my failings. I can't

believe I spent all those years mad at
my dad, because... Oh,

boy.

I'm gonna go call my dad.

You know, all of this has really helped
him. I think he's had a real

breakthrough. I'm just glad I could have
been there for him.

Cheyenne, I cast a machine!

Okay, this is getting old.

Well, Jake, I think this might be the
first time you ever got in trouble with

anybody. I'm really proud of you. Come
on, Mr.

Assassinator. I'm going to take you in
the kitchen and buy you a soda.

I'll get it. Well, thank goodness you
hear it, too.