All language subtitles for love_and_war_s03e18_atlantic_city

Dad, it's not the end of the world. What
do you mean it's not the end of the

world? Meg, for God's sakes, our paper
is on strike.

I mean, look, if this thing doesn't end
soon, it could be a financial disaster

for everyone.

Meg, our paper may very well fold
because of this damn strike.

Strike? Did I hear the word strike?

That would be no strike with the
Republican Congress. That's part of

contract with America.

And don't think I haven't memorized that
beautiful piece of poetry.

Yeah, well, hey, why don't you tell that
to the printers union, huh? Because

they just went out on strike this
morning and all the other newspaper

have struck in support.

And this is ridiculous because this
strike is not necessary.

Not necessary?

I heard the printers were faced with
rollbacks in their salary, Jack.

That's pretty tough to take. Hey, look,
Ray.

The paper hasn't made a profit in the
last five years. Management says we

find ways to cut costs. They may shut
the whole thing down.

Oh, yeah?

Why doesn't the CEO just take a pay cut
from, oh, I don't know, 32 to 31 million

a year?

I might give the printers that five
cents an hour they're looking for, just

thought. Meg, look, the paper needs to
be made leaner. Now, even I can see

And since when are you such a big fan of
the printers union? Hey, I have always

loved the printers. I mean, sure,
they're covered with ink and you don't

touch them.

And sure, they got the girly calendars
hanging on the wall, but that does not

mean that they're not entitled to a
livable wage and decent health care.

Their health care plan is what's
breaking the bank now. I mean, look,

insurance covers plastic surgery and
their dental plan includes cosmetic

bonding. Well, don't you see, Jack?
That's why I'm on their side. I might

to marry one of these guys when I'm 50
just to get an eye job and these coffee

stains off my teeth.

Matt, I made a special lunch just for
you. Your favorite. Just how you like

Macaroni and cheese from a box. Don't
tell anyone.

Thanks, honey, but I just lost my
appetite. The paper's on strike.

What? He does not see the positive side
of this. We have been working like dogs,

and now we get time off. Now, I want to
go to the movies. Who wants to come?

May, will you please take this
seriously?

While you're in the theater scarfing
down goobers, the paper may fold.

And then what?

You and I would plan steel drums in the
subway for spare change.

Jack, just calm down. Come on, it's just
a strike.

In Italy, they're always on strike, and
yet their shoes are the envy of the

world.

Italy?

And how do people know when the workers
in Italy are on strike anyway?

They stop taking their nap between 12
and 2 every day?

They refuse to make love in the
afternoon?

Well, Jack, where would you rather be
from 12 to 2?

In Italy getting a little nookie, or in
America waiting in line for a Whopper

with cheese?

Well, in a perfect world, we'd have time
for both.

Well, I don't blame Jack for getting
upset about the strike.

I worked on the auto line in Detroit for
15 years, and I saw the unions

practically kill the American auto
industry.

Well, that and the crack design team who
came up with the Pacer.

And the Pinto.

And the Gremlin.

Although in my book, the Gremlin got a
bum rap.

It was darling.

and getting a little tired of the whole
country's union bashing. I mean, I'm a

card -carrying member of the Sanitation
Workers Union and darn proud of it.

With the union's power, the American
worker was able to achieve a decent

safe work environment, and, well,
recently, several well -attended singles

events.

Speaking of exploitation, Abe, maybe
organizing the workers of the Blue

is not such a bad idea.

We work long hours, have to handle hot
plates, we're forced to memorize endless

specials. You think postal workers are
disgruntled? One day I'm going to take

the turkey baster and fill it with
Tabasco sauce and go wild.

Will everyone please quit trying to
focus all the attention on themselves?

What about me?

Look, my entire livelihood is at
jeopardy here. Jack, will you listen to

the strike will be over in a week
management is bluffing when they say

scrap the paper and the printers are
bluffing when they say they got the

to stay out for more than one paycheck
you don't know that well i better be

right i just maxed out my credit card in
a 1200 massage chair the interest is

highway robbery but it's worth every
penny because it allows me to get a knot

out of my shoulder without the menace of
human contact i feel really sorry for

you my friend because this strike is
going to go on forever did you see those

union guys today they're nuts They booed
me off the podium, and I was just

trying to talk sense to them.

It's because you opened your speech
with, Good morning, communist killers of

American way.

It was a metaphor.

Here's a metaphor for you, Jack. I am
going to treat this whole strike like

big adult snow day. Now, I am going to
the movies. Anybody want to come?

Okay. See ya.

Well, you know, Jack, I have to agree
with you. I mean, I think that you

look at this as a big opportunity. I
mean, it's free time. It's like a gift.

I know what I'd do with all that free
time.

Yeah, sweetie, but I don't want to go to
Chinatown and take a class on how to

behead a duck.

Well, there must be something that
you've always wanted to do and just

the time for.

No, I'm a newspaper columnist, and I've
always wanted to write my column.

You know, I need an outlet for my
opinions. I need to stir things up.

when I'm happiest.

Well, well.

book you've always wanted to, huh? Why
not tackle that?

My novel?

Yeah, sure. It's just like a column,
except longer. And there's the added

of being able to dedicate it to me.

Well, you know, I have been putting a
novel off for years.

I guess I could start it now, couldn't
I? Yes, you could.

And when it's a big seller and some big
Hollywood studio is paying you a fortune

to turn it into a screenplay for, uh...

Kevin Costner and some actors who could
only hope to be as interesting as me.

Who will you have to thank for it?

The woman that makes me macaroni and
cheese out of a box.

If I die, don't put that on my
tombstone.

I love you. I love you.

Hey, guys.

Oh, no.

How's it going?

So, hey, my man. Anything interesting
happen since the last time I saw you?

you mean an hour ago?

I thought you were heading home to work
on your novel.

You guys can take a break.

You know, you gotta get up and walk
around every once in a while.

Yeah, it's part of the creative process.

Hemingway used to write two sentences
and then go shoot an elephant.

Dana!

He's back.

Oh, Jack.

You're here again.

Did you even write one sentence today?

Oh, gee, Dana, it's so damn quiet in
that apartment. I guess I'm, you know,

to all the noise and hubbub in the
newspaper.

You know, I've been thinking that maybe
I'll just start writing right here. Oh,

God.

Now, look, Dana, Dana, now you promised
you'd keep him away from here.

He's bugging the customers. I'm losing
business.

I know, Abe, but just be patient with
him. He needs to get out and mix it up

with people. He's an opinion columnist.
He's an opinion column withdrawal.

Hey, Bill, please, Abe.

So, Ray, how you doing, buddy?

Fine.

I'm doing fine, too.

You know, Ray, I've been thinking.

This Newt Gingrich guy, I mean, he wants
to bring back orphanages. You for that

or against it?

Cut it out, Jack.

What? I'm just trying to make a little
friendly conversation.

Gee, I don't know, Jack. A chat about
whether the government should rip babies

away from their unemployed mothers?

You know, it may be hard to keep that
one completely frothy.

Well, what if these women are addicted,
huh? Or abusive?

You know what, Jack?

Whatever you say, I agree with you
completely.

Look, there's a guy down there who looks
like he'd vote for Quayle in 96.

Why don't you go harass him?

Hello.

Hello. Pretty cold out there today, huh?

I'll say. Yeah.

How do you feel about school prayer?

What? You know, prayer in a public
school is a pretty major topic right

for or against?

For it, I guess. Oh, so you'd like to
see the entire separation between church

and state completely thrown out, huh?

A law concept that our founding fathers
thought was essential to a democracy.

Well, no. You know, Thomas Jefferson
wrote that we should maintain a high

between government and religion in order
to ensure the freedom of both. But,

hey, what the hell did he know, right?

All right, all right. Maybe we shouldn't
have school prayer.

Oh, so now Congress can start their
session with a prayer, but the poor

school kids, they shouldn't have the
same right, huh?

Bartender? Yeah?

This should cover my drink and cancel my
lunch order.

Uh -uh.

Come on.

Hello,

ladies. We've got boyfriends.

and force a death penalty to its
fullest.

How do you feel about that?

Well, that's a bad pick -up line.

Excuse me, ladies. My friend forgot he's
not allowed to fraternize with the

customers. What, now I can't talk just
because one or two people can't handle a

little stimulating conversation?

Oh, you mean the ones who just want to
have a nice, quiet, expensive meal so

they can tell their friends what a great
place this is? You know, I've been

trying to get rid of those troublemakers
myself.

Now, listen, Jack.

Now, listen, I'm letting you stay here
because I feel sorry for you with the

strike and everything.

But if I catch you so much as saying
euthanasia to another customer, you're

history. All right, all right, Abe. I'll
cut it out.

God, I'm sorry.

I mean, it's just that it seems the
strike is going to last forever. It

people do crazy things.

Oh, my God.

Okay, save it, Jack. I just need a
little extra dough to pay the bills. I

a whole week without a paycheck.

Mary Margaret, I mean, you've been
working for 15 years. Haven't you saved

money? Hey.

I saved like a miser. How do you think I
lasted a week?

Abe, I don't get this. You agreed to let
her work here? Yeah, for two reasons.

One, I believe in work fair and not
welfare.

And two, it's so damn hilarious to
watch.

Okay, okay, cut the chitchat here. Now
listen, missy, you are on the clock, and

you're going to need every penny you
earn because management doesn't pay any

benefit. Oh, excuse me, miss. I believe
my fork is a little dirty.

Oh, I'm so sorry. Let me take care of
that for you.

Excuse me, waitress?

Yes, yes.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Now you listen to me.

I know this is going to be hard for you,
but be nice.

If you won't do it for me, do it for the
honor of the profession.

Oh, sure, the chef gets all the glory,
but...

From the humblest diner to the most
elegant four -star restaurant, it's the

waiters and the waitresses who are the
true unsung heroes in this peculiar

ritual. Wait, shut up!

Really?

Hello, how are you?

That's a beautiful dress, and oh, that's
a lovely suit. How may I help you?

Actually, the salmon tastes a little
off.

And who are you, the guy who determines
the salmon standard for the United

States? No.

I may taste bad.

I can't tell. Actually, hang on a
second.

That's pretty good.

Mind if I try the potatoes?

No. All right. Now, these are great.
Although, I'm sure you've got a problem

with them, right? Does he complain about
you in bed? Because it's probably not

you.

I'm sorry.

I am so, so sorry.

You should be. This woman is a terrible
waitress. Isn't she, though? But she's

come so far since the accident.

And it's her work that keeps her going.

Get away from them.

Get away from everybody.

Just go back into that kitchen and
garnish.

Abe.

Yeah. Forget all that talk about going
union. Just forget it. I know we'd have

health plan and everything, but then I
couldn't fire her. And right now, I'd

like the right to can her ass at will.

I thought I told you not to send her
back in there. She's putting parsley

on the chocolate mousse.

Well, it's better than what's going on
over there.

What, what, is that your argument? Is
that your point of view? Why don't you

just go ahead and parrot everything that
Ted Koppel says, huh? I'm getting out

of here. And don't try following me. I'm
wearing a whistle.

What, what?

Just asking to pass the sugar.

Yeah.

Pass the sugar and when does a fetus
become a human being?

That's right. Yes, we had two days of
lousy cable reception last month, and I

reported it.

Yeah, so that is two days of crappy
reception, which means that my bill

have been, oh, one -fifteenth less,
which means you owe me exactly $3 .75.

What? Can I hold?

Oh, yes, I can hold.

I can hold all night.

I'm Jack Stein from the Register.

We're on strike, baby. I'm your worst
nightmare.

What are you doing, Jack?

You're not disputing another bill, are
you? Shh.

What? What?

Yes, I'm still here all right.

Hmm?

What do you mean there seems to be some
problem with the cable wire?

No, I don't recall anyone drilling into
the floorboard here.

Listen,

my time is very valuable, okay?

So I'm going to let the $3 and whatever
just go this time.

Okay.

Jack, what is that thing wrapped around
your hand?

This? No, it's nothing.

Don't tell me it's nothing. You've had a
drill accident, haven't you? Oh, damn.

A drill accident? What makes you think
something like that? Because there's a

trail of blood leading from your hand to
the drill.

So it slipped.

It's just a flesh wound. I'm going to be
fine.

What are you doing home in the middle of
the day anyway?

I brought you a little lunch.

Oh.

So you feel a little guilty about
banning Jack Stein from the Shamrock?

Jack, you were not banned.

Abe and I just...

Thought that it might be better for all
concerned if you just didn't go there

for a while. But it's not like you have
to hold yourself up in the apartment

here like the Symbionese Liberation
Army.

Well, I was planning on going out, but
then, you know, everything just

I was alphabetizing your records and
CDs, and I'd gotten down to Seals and

Croft, which, by the way, I forgive you
for.

And the doorbell rang.

Wait a minute, Jack.

I'm seeing something here on the table
that I didn't see this morning.

The Book of Mormon?

Yeah, well, you know, when I opened the
door, these Mormons were there, and I

invited them in. You what?

You know, at first, I wasn't going to do
it, but then I thought, you know, maybe

I could learn something. I mean, you
know, I don't know everything.

So I invited them in for coffee.

And, of course, you know, they couldn't
drink it because it's a stimulant.

It's a fascinating religion.

And then I offered them liquor just to
test them.

Jack, sit down. We have to talk.

Again?

Jack, now look, I realize how stressful
this strike has been on you. I know that

it's upsetting to have your routine
interrupted, but for God's sake, it's

been a few weeks and already you've
alienated all your friends, you've spent

half the day on the phone challenging
petty bills, and now you're inviting

Mormons in for stimulants. Come on,
Jack, you're not leading a rich, full

here. All right, look, Dana, this is not
easy for me. I'm suffering here. I'm

suffering, too. One day I'm going to be
here alone and the Mormons are going to

come back. They always come back.

help but notice, Jack, that the cat is
unusually fluffy.

Tell me the truth, Jack.

Did you wash the cat?

He was dusty.

Oh, you washed the cat. You can't do
that. I mean, I'm going to have to put

in some kind of support group. Now,
listen, you've gone too far.

Dana, I'm a newspaper columnist, and
this damn strike has taken that away

me. You say you want me to go out and do
things? Why? What is the point?

Before, when I used to walk around, if I
bumped into a homeless guy, it would

turn into a column. If I got into an
argument with a pretzel vendor,

of people read about it the next day.

Hell, if I got mugged in the subway, I
was on my way to a Pulitzer.

Do you understand what I'm saying here?

Nothing has any meaning anymore.

Well, maybe this news will help a little
bit.

Meg says they're calling a strike vote
tomorrow.

Dana! This is the break in the clouds
we've been waiting for.

You know what? This thing can go either
way. I should get down there. Maybe I

should sway some people to settle.

Hey, am I seeing a little of the old
Jack Stein?

Can't talk now, honey. I got work to do.

I'm going to write the speech of a
lifetime.

Yeah, hey, get in there and fight. Turn
this thing around. If not for me, for

James, I don't think there is a hair
club for cats.

Did you go over there? What'd you find
out?

Yeah, they're counting the votes right
now.

They would have gone a lot sooner if
Jack didn't go into this whole speech

the Mormon work ethic.

All right, everybody, gather around. We
got to have a strategy meeting.

Now, just in case the unthinkable
happens and the strike goes on... Oh,

no.

Dear God, I never asked you for anything
before except for that one time I

really needed to get out of that Spanish
jail. And by the way, thank you again

for that. But trust me, this thing with
Jack is worse.

Well, amen to that.

But just in case, we got to have some
ground rules for Jack, okay?

All right.

Now, number one, don't talk to him.

It'll only encourage him, okay?

All right, number two.

If he asks you a question, don't talk to
him.

All right?

Well, that just about does it. Any
questions?

Uh -oh.

She's not smiling.

She doesn't look employed.

Oh, my God, how am I going to break it
to the cat?

I'm sorry to report that as of 3 .45 p
.m., the newspaper strike is

officially over.

There is a God, and he has smiled upon
us. Oh, my God, I can't believe

it's finally over. Oh, Jack must be so
happy. Where is he? Well, he'll be here

in a minute. I'm talking to the managing
editor on his way out.

You know, by the way, I just, I don't
know how to break it to you, Abe, but I

quit.

Couldn't take it, huh? Many are called,
few are chosen. Yeah. To Meg, you did a

terrible job, and I am thrilled to see
you go. Oh, thank you, Ava, and I trust

you'll retire my April. Oh, yeah.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Oh, yeah.

Hey, here's the king.

All right.

Well, my friend, it looks like we are
going to be going back to the old grind.

Hey, want to sneak out Friday and see a
movie? Movies would be fun again now

that we're supposed to be at work. Yeah,
yeah, sure, sure.

What's the matter, honey?

Nothing.

Something's wrong.

You're smiling too big. I can see your
gums. That's not a good sign.

All right, look, I didn't want to spoil
the celebration, but I guess I have to

tell you sometime anyway.

Tell us what?

Well, the editor pulled me aside after
the strike, and it is an expensive

settlement. He said they're going to
have to make some cutbacks, you know,

become leaner, like I said.

And one of the ways they found was to
get rid of the opinion.

You know, they're just going to, you
know, get some syndicated columnists off

the wire service because it's cheaper.

What? I mean, you've been writing this
column for 12 years. They can't do that.

Yeah, well, they did do it.

I'm fired.

I really don't feel much like champagne
right now.

Jack.

Oh, honey, I don't know what to say.

What can anybody say, huh?

You know, I never told anyone this
before, but one of the reasons I was

that I wrote for the paper was that they
always gave the employees a nice

obituary when they died.

I always knew that my obituary would
write a big box in the paper.

Now I'm just going to be in some long
list of dead guys that no one ever heard

of.

Hey, when you die, it's going to be
front -page news. You'll see.

Well, actually, you won't see, but you
know what I mean.

Damn it, I can't believe they fired me.

I cared about that paper.

I put my heart and soul into it.

I was the best columnist they ever had,
and they just got rid of me.

Well, you'll see. They'll be sorry.

Oh, please, it doesn't matter.

It's all about the bottom line.

I've read a column about it, but I
can't.

I'm fired.

Dana, hell, I'm scared.

I mean, I haven't been unemployed since
I was in high school.

I know I haven't been exactly a picnic
around here, and I'm sorry. Oh, no.

It hasn't been all that bad.

You're a really bad liar.

Yeah, you're right.

Look, honey, we'll get you there.

You hear that?

I said wheel.

That's the first time for me.

I guess that's what happens when you go
and do something stupid like fall in

love.

I'll tell you something.

I'll watch your back if you'll watch
mine.