All language subtitles for Superior.Donuts.s01E04

There you go, Billy.

Enjoy those Boston creams.

And no judgments.

Everyone deserves
a cheat day.

(laughs):
Yeah.

Wow. Look at all this cash, huh?

Boy, business has been great
the last two weeks.

I wonder what's going on?

Hmm. You think it
was the addition

of a certain
enterprising employee

that's taken the
donut world by storm?

Nah. I'm thinking it's, uh,

Billy's nine
consecutive cheat days.

Oh. I'm gonna
be late for class.

You going back to school, Tush?

Yep.

When you're a self-employed
Renaissance man

like myself, you've always got
to be expanding your skill set,

so I'm learning
to draw caricatures.

FRANCO: Dope.

A fellow artist.

I'm hoping to get a gig
down at Navy Pier.

You see, caricature artists
are kind of like the rock stars

of the street performer
community.

They get way more tail
than bucket drummers.

Oh, right, yeah.

Let me see them.

Oh, there you go.

ARTHUR:
Oh, is that you?

And are those bees?

Yeah.

First rule of caricature:
give the people a hobby.

And I'm a beekeeper.

At least I was, until my wife
got the queen in the divorce,

and all the bees
followed her home.

Oh.

I bet that really stung.

Hey.

Too soon.

I'm sorry.

Well, have a great class.

Thank you.

Tonight we're learning
to draw décolletage,

that's French
for "upper boobs."

(whistles)

Oh, I'm beat.

Yeah.

Last thing I want to
do is walk six blocks

to the bank and
make this deposit.

Well, I can do it for you.

Uh, no. No, that's okay.

I don't want to put you out.

No, it's cool. I walk by your
bank on my way home.

No. I got it.

Seriously,
I don't mind.

It's windy
as hell out there.

No. It's all right.

My doctor says I'm not
getting enough wind.

Wait, wait, wait.
Hold on.

You don't trust me, do you?

No, no, no.
(grunts)

I-I don't.

Wow. All right.

No, no, no, no.
Don't take it personally.

I mean, you just
started two weeks ago.

I hardly know you.

What are you talking about?

I told you everything
about myself.

My hopes, my dreams...

even that time my
dad threw me out.

Maybe it's because

you wouldn't shut up
about your hopes and dreams.

Seriously, why don't you trust
me, hmm? 'Cause I'm young?

'Cause I smoke weed?
'Cause I've done graffiti?

'Cause I smoke weed?

You already said that.

Yeah, 'cause I smoke weed.

You forgot that.

I know, 'cause I smoke weed.

♪ ♪

Maya, you are always sitting
here with your nose in a book.

I'm studying, Fawz.
I'm in graduate school.

Interesting. Are you majoring
in wasting Daddy's money

with a minor
in never finding a husband?

Don't you have a family-owned
business to foreclose on?

Not for another 45 minutes.

Arthur.

Just thought of another reason
why you should trust me.

Oh, goodie.

Okay.

In sixth grade,
they made me hall monitor.

They even gave me a badge.

Of course,
the other kids had guns.

I see.

I skipped sixth grade.

I wasn't gifted.
I just didn't show up

and no one seemed to notice.

Here's another one: I was
treasurer of the Pokémon club.

Pokémon?

Me, too.

In fourth grade?

Yeah.

Anyway, we had a car wash

and guess who was in charge
of the money?

Well, I don't know the names
of the other kids.

Sort of limits my options.

I really don't get it.

How can you
not trust this face?

Yeah, Arthur, why don't
you trust me?

MAYA: You know we were
just talking

about this in a class.

I'm taking sociology,
slash psychology,

slash gender studies.

Slash my wrists.

I think Arthur's issue
could be a generational one.

Or maybe it's unconscious bias,
or it could be racial.

Can I say it's two out of three
and not say which two?

Now look, I'm just
using common sense.

The kid's only been working here
a couple of weeks.

Well, I believe
in the goodness of people,

especially Franco,
who I could tell was special

from the moment I met him.

I remember it was a Monday.

I think he was wearing
those same pants.

And have you ever started
a sentence and had no idea

how to bail out of it?
Oh, look, there's my table.

So no one's on my side here?

I am.

As businessmen,
we must always

be suspicious
of our workers.

You know how Columbian drug
lords make their employees work

in their underwear
so they cannot steal?

That is how I run
my travel agency.

Maybe I should drop by sometime.

Oh, no. They're not
attractive people.

That's not an issue with me.

Well, look, if it's
any consolation,

I trust you...
to wash these.

Okay.

All right,
but I'm gonna keep this up

till I win you over.

Oh, joy.

Arthur, I know you
don't like new things.

You won't even use a microwave.

It makes you sterile.

You're 75.

That makes you sterile.

Yeah, thank you.

The point is

is that Franco is new here,

and you cannot work with someone
if you don't trust them.

Ha!

I said "ha!"

What?

I just think it's
really interesting

that you of all people

are talking about trust.

Oh, come on.
Get over it.

James threw up the first
time he saw a dead body.

I may have let it slip to
the guys at the station.

JAMES:
May have?

You put it in a group text,
and named the group

"James threw up after
seeing a dead body."

It was a pretty
gruesome scene.

A woman attacked her
husband with a lawn mower.

Chopped him into pieces.

The first thing we
found was his mouth.

(gagging)

Oh, I'm sorry!

Hey, don't flush.

I want to take a picture
for the guys.

Anyway, trust
is a beautiful thing.

MAYA:
Yeah, Arthur.

And how do you know
if you trust Franco

if you never give him a chance?

All right, look.

If it gets you all off my back,
I'll do it, okay?

Trays are clean.

Hey, listen, kid.

We're gonna close soon,

so why don't you take off
a little early and, uh,

make this deposit
for me at the bank?

Really?

Yeah.

Now, there's 700 bucks in there,

so go directly to the bank

and put it in the
bank deposit box, okay?

No pit stops,
you understand?

Yes, sir.

All right. Strip club,
taco stand, bank.

What?

You're right. I'll
eat at the strip club.

What?

I'm just playing, nobody
eats at the strip club.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, okay.

I got this, homie.

The trick is to walk
casual, so nobody knows

you're carrying
this much money.

Observe...

(whistles)

Where'd Franco
get all that money?

Hey, man,
my dog ran away.

Can you help me find him?

Yeah, sure, man.

Whoa.

Give me your backpack.

I can't man, listen.

But I'll give you
everything in my wallet.

No. Don't make me
use this, man.

Is that your finger?

No.

Yes, it is.

Mm-mm!

I know that voice.

Is that you
Crackhead Kevin?

No.

I'm a different crackhead.

You don't know me,
now give me the bag, Franco.

I told you I can't,
all right?

So do you want the
wallet or not?

Okay, fine.

(grunting)

Damn. You got unexpected
crackhead strength, Kevin!

Don't judge me... you don't know
where my regular strength ends

and my
crackhead strength begins.

(groans)

(car door slams, engine starts)

You called an Uber?

Oh, my God, what
happened to you?

I got jumped.

They took my backpack
with all your money it.

And I tried to stop him but
he threw me against this gate--

Try-try not to talk.

Why, am I losing
a lot of blood?

No, because it's annoying.

Did you get, did you get
a good look at the guy?

Yeah, it's a dude from the
neighborhood, Crackhead Kevin.

Crackhead Debbie's son?
Boy the pipe doesn't fall

far from the tree. Come on.

Is everything okay?
I noticed the lights on

when I was helping
a man in a wheelchair...

get out of an apartment
I was evicting him from.

Franco got mugged.
They took the deposit bag.

With the $700 in it.

Don't worry about that now.

The important thing
is you're okay.

Now go on,
clean up that wound.

I'm sorry, man.

How interesting.

The first night
you give him the deposit,

he is mugged.

Notice my quotes in air.

He didn't take the money, Fawz.

How do you know?

Because if he took it

he would-he would
have counted it,

and realized that I
only put $30 in it.

I don't understand.

It was a test. I was
gonna take the rest of it

later to the bank myself.

I knew you didn't trust him!

We are not so different
you and I.

Tell me, in Sex and the City,

which girl are we?
Miranda, right?

My God, what have I done?

The kid risked his life
for $30.

What if he finds out he risked
his life for $30?

Why are you so worried?

The police will never
catch the mugger.

And Franco will never know
how much was in the bag.

Your secret is safe.

(siren wails)

Be cool, be cool.

Be cool-- put a foot...

Uh, uh...

All right, which one?

Pick a side!

Arthur, Franco just called.

Is he okay?

There's nothing you can prove!

Just a couple guys talking
about Sex and the City.

Stop it.

He got banged up a little bit.

He's in the bathroom washing up.

Hey. Thanks for
getting here so quick.

No problem.

Just tell us what happened.

Starting with exactly
how much was stolen.

Well, it was $700.
Right, Arthur?

(stammers) Well, maybe,
you know, a little bit more.

(quietly):
Or a whole lot less.

Why are
the police here?

What's going on?

Franco's giving us a statement.
He was just mugged.

Gosh, if there was someone,
anyone,

who could help
with a police sketch.

Oh, here he is.

Come on, y'all. I
already know who did it.

It was Crackhead Kevin.

Is that
Crackhead Daryl's cousin?

How many crackheads
are in this family?

RANDY:
There are six.

We call 'em the
Crackdashians.

Well, we're still gonna need
a description.

ARTHUR: Oh, come on!

You're not gonna make him
relive it.

He's already been through
enough.

No, we're getting the money
back.

He was black,
probably in his mid 30s.

Eye color? Hair color?

Did he have

any hobbies?
Soccer, fishing, gymnastics?

Oh! Does he like bees?

We'll call it in, but I got
to be honest with you guys,

the odds of getting that money
back are pretty slim.

Yeah, crackheads tend
to be impulse buyers.

Of crack.

No problem! It's only money!
R-Right? Right? Right?

Arthur, I'm gonna
pay you back

No.

every dime.

No, don't be crazy.

You haven't got
that kind of money.

No, but my Grandma CiCi
got me a savings bond

when I was a kid, and I was
saving up for art school...

I'm not gonna take it.

Fine, let me work
overtime then.

Or I'll get another job.

Or I'll sell my Jordans.

Will you stop?

Dude, let me make this up
to you.

You-you gave me a job,
and I screwed up. All right?

And I'm-I'm not gonna rest
till I get your $700 back.

Look, it wasn't $700.

It was $30, okay?

Wait. Wait,
what are you talking about?

Look,

I was just trying to find out
if I could trust you. All right?

So this was some sort of test?

Yeah, but the good news is
you passed.

Hmm? So, yay.

I can trust you now.
(chuckles)

Put 'er there, homie.

I can't believe you, man.

(sighs)

But...

Hey, wouldn't it be funny
if he got mugged again?

Not ha-ha funny. Ironic!

Oh, hey! There he is!

Some may say he's
ten minutes late,

but I say he's
ten minutes great!

Drop it, Arthur.

Oh. Hey, hey, come on.

I said I'm sorry
about yesterday, all right?

Did you get my texts?

Nope.

Really?

I sent you a bunch of them
telling you how terrible I felt.

I also sent you a sad face
and a peace sign.

And a Japanese flag,
but that was an accident.

Well, I didn't get 'em.

Well, who did?

Arthur, thank you
for your texts.

I don't know what you did,
but of course I forgive you.

Your emotional plea
has broken down my walls.

Those texts were not for you.

Oh. Well, then my walls
just got five feet taller.

Now, look, I was thinking,

maybe I ought to give you
a few more responsibilities

around here.

Arthur,

stop feeling guilty,
all right? I get it.

I've only worked here two weeks,
right? Hmm?

So, listen,
I'm just gonna shut up,

do my job,
and collect my paycheck.

Oh, come on. Come on, I...
Hey, don't be like that.

Would you two
please stop fighting?

You're just like my parents,

except with way more
sexual chemistry.

Our family therapist
taught us an exercise

for rebuilding trust
that I think would help you.

Would you sit here
and give it a shot?

Yes, yes, I will.
And so will he.

If you want to get
your paycheck.

Fine.

Now, eye contact

is a way of expressing
vulnerability.

So I want you to hold hands and
look at each other in the eyes

for a full 60 seconds.

Come on.

Sorry my hands are sweaty.

And rough.

Like a dog's tongue.

Yours are surprisingly soft.

It's cocoa butter.

I never held the hands
of a black man before, you know?

What?

No, it's nice.
I could get used to it.

I'm done.
I can't do this anymore.

I'm out of here.

Franco,

look what the crack
dragged in.

Is this the guy
who mugged you?

Yeah, that's him.

Um... I don't think so.

How'd you know I play soccer?

That's him. Crackhead Kevin.

Yo, man.
Stop calling me that.

I'm on lots of stuff.

Why's everyone always got
to focus on the crack?

Just take him
to the car.

Yeah.

Man, Franco, $30?!

You was walking like you had
a lot of money in that bag!

I trusted you.

Oh, see that? Crackheads
trust me more than you.

Oh, come on! What's it gonna
take to make you understand

that I trust you, all right?

What have I got to do,
put my life in your hands?

You know...?
Wait, I could do that.

What are you...
what are you doing?

I-I'm... Hey, wh-what is it
called where you catch someone?

Marriage?

Huh?
No.

A trust fall. That's right.
I'm gonna get up here

and do a trust fall.
You're gonna catch me.

MAYA: Arthur, no.

No, no, that's too high!

Yeah,

and people eat on there.

Eh, don't worry about it.

Because he's gonna catch me.

You ready?

One, two...

(others protesting)

I'm not doing this.

Hey, come on.

Where you goin'?!

Hey, get back here.

One, two...

Be careful!

Yes, you have your whole...

a couple of years
ahead of you.

All right, we're gonna do this
one more time, huh?

One, two...

Arthur,

get down.

I don't even
care anymore.

Okay? And it's not like
you're the first boss

who didn't trust me.

I get it.

I'm young, I'm black.

It comes with the territory.

Y... I just thought
you'd be different.

So, you gonna go talk to him

or should we start throwing
dollar bills at you?

Hey.

You taking the garbage out?

Yeah.

You know, I think
the beauty salon next door

has been using our Dumpster.

The garbage is full of hair
and nail clippings.

Man, I hope it's the salon.

Hey, look,
you got to understand,

the reason I didn't trust you
is because...

Well, it-it's very hard for me

to, uh, trust... people.

Yeah. I got it.

Hey, did I ever show you a
picture of my first employee?

No, you didn't.

Look. Yeah.

This is our company
Christmas party, 1970.

Isn't that your wife?

Yeah. She was my
first employee.

About a month after I opened,
I was looking to hire someone,

and she walked in,
asking for an apple fritter.

So I told her,
"I'm not gonna give it to you

unless you take the job."

Get it, Arthur.

(chuckles)

Oh, I got it.

So, for the next 46 years,

it was just Joanie
and me in here. I...

I never knew I had to trust
anyone else, you know?

Wait, so I'm your...
I'm your second employee?

Right. Till now,

all my employees
were sleeping with the boss.

I'm glad that policy
has changed.

(chuckles)

Oh. She was the only other one
to know about this.

What?

That's right. My safe.

Is that where you keep all your
compliments and encouragement?

(chuckles)
The combination is 10-26-14.

(grunts)

Ron Santo, Billy Williams...

Ernie Banks.

Ernie Banks.
(chuckles)

So from now on, your job

is to take the weekend deposits,
put 'em in there,

and then take 'em to the bank
on Monday.

Sounds good.

Yes, it does.

What's this?

Oh, it's just... it's
a bunch of stuff that I left

just in case I was
the first one to go.

No, there's some recipes,
account numbers,

and, oh, and-and some, uh...

some photos of me
for her to remember me by.

Like this one?

Yeah.

Of you wearing nothing
but an apron?

(chuckling): Yeah.

This apron?

Hey, hey, come on.
That's from 1970.

That's a relic.

You are nasty.

What's this?

Well, since you were
asking, I brought you some

of my cocoa butter.

Oh, thank you. Hmm.

Now, this is
just for my hands?

Give me that back.
You a freak, man...

No, no.

I was talking about my knees!
I have scaly knees!

(Randy sighs)

It's nice to see
those two getting along again.

Yeah.

That's what real trust
looks like.

ARTHUR:
Hey, Randy, Randy.

Why don't you tell James
an embarrassing secret

about yourself
so he can tell anyone he wants.

Would that make things better?

It would.

All right.

(sighs)

Remember that song "Maneater"
by Hall & Oates?

Yeah.

It's based on me.

So your embarrassing secret

is that somebody wrote
a hit song about you?

Well, did you hear the lyric?

They call me a she-cat.

Are you kidding me?!

This is not embarrassing!
This is cool!

And I know
because I am not cool!

I'm out of here!

James, wait. How about this?

One of my boobs is
bigger than the other!

Well, I tried.

Oh, by the way,

I bought a new apron.

Oh.

It really bothered you,
didn't it?

Yes.

Yeah. Well,

you're not gonna want
to sit there.

(groans)
What is wrong with you?

Or there.

Oh, my God!

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