All language subtitles for Girlfriends s08e06 Spree to Be Free

Monica, I thought the gardeners were
supposed to come today.

Monica?

Oh, come on, that hide -and -seek again.

Last time I nearly pulled a hammy trying
to unwedge you out of the hamper.

Monica!

Pooh Bear?

No Pooh Bear, eh?

Sookie. Sookie now.

Ah,

at last we meet.

Me old friend.

Ah, football.

Me even older friend.

And beer.

Me even colder friend.

Surprise!

Please tell me you're holding a large
pizza.

Naked. No.

I'm pregnant.

We're having a baby, baby.

I know, baby. I was speechless, too.

Yeah, Negro ain't nobody that
speechless.

Hey, can we do this whole wonderful
thing maybe tomorrow?

I just think I need one more day in my
underwear. You know, I think.

Please don't be mad.

I'm not mad, William. No.

You take your time. Because it's a whole
lot to take in, you know, today and my

skivvies, but tomorrow.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

night, sweetie.

Which is why I didn't call.

You know, I don't want to be rude, act
like I ain't got no kind of home

training.

Girl, let's have some vino.

I'd love to. If it wasn't half past, go
home to your husband.

Maya, come on. I'm tired.

And I'm thirsty.

So let's twist open a bottle of this
stuff that you claim is good wine.

Maya, what's going on? What?

Girl, please.

all this late night crazy?

I'm pushing pause for a minute, you
know?

Just hanging with my girl, having some
wine.

Before Darnell realizes I'm AWOL from
Miscarriage Central.

Maya. What?

Well, that's how it feels.

Sometimes, you know, the prayer circles,
the condolence cards, the never -ending

phone calls from my mama, my big mama,
Darnell's big mama, everybody's big

Sweetie, you should have called me.

Fine, you know, I got some air, took a
walk, got to see all the scared white

folk pulling down their shades.

You know, gentrification at its finest.

Well, next time you need to get out of
the house, you should come here first.

I'll make some tea and we can talk.

That's the point, John.

I'm tired of talking.

I'm fine. I'm okay.

I'm over losing a baby.

Losing a baby isn't something you just
get over.

How would you know, Joan?

Have you ever lost a baby?

I have.

I know.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm just tired of having to act how
everybody thinks a grieving mother is

supposed to act.

You know, like there's some script that
dictates what I'm supposed to say.

I don't know, girl. I just don't know
when it's okay to move on.

Everybody else seems to be so stuck in
this thing.

But, you know, I knew I had fibroids. I
knew the pregnancy was a risk, you know?

Maybe I just prepared myself for
something because I'm okay.

I'm fine. You know, what I'm not fine
about is the fact that I... Just say it,

Maya. What?

What? Maya, come on. Just say it,
sweetie.

I know this isn't PC.

But the real is, I actually feel worse
about losing the book

deal than I do losing the baby.

Now wait.

Before you judge, girl, I birthed those
books.

Now it's all over.

And I miss my career.

Okay. Go ahead.

Now judge.

Come on, I don't judge.

Much.

Anymore. Well, certainly not out loud.

Monica?

Have you been calling me?

Because I can't hear anything up here in
the guest bedroom that I hope I can

come out of.

Soon.

Shouldn't you be enjoying your last day
of not being a father?

No.

Because now I've had time to process all
the information, and I'm so happy.

We're having a baby.

I'm having a baby, William. I'm having a
baby. Monica, I'm sorry about the way I

reacted. It was stupid.

But I was deep in the man cave, watching
TV, drinking beer in my boxer shorts.

But now I'm back.

And I'm so happy. We're having a baby.

You're just saying that because you
think that's what you're supposed to

But that is what I'm supposed to say. I
was just too stupid to say it when I was

supposed to say it. No, you're not
supposed to say anything except how you

really feel.

And by your reaction, I know how you
really feel.

And so will my unborn fatherless child.

So you're just going to keep hanging on
to what I did?

You know how I do.

Lynn!

claim she's half Filipina?

No. She's in denial about the baby.

What? The baby? Lynn, will you please
turn that music down?

I can't. Rico needs it for inspiration.

Who the hell is Rico?

You remember Rico?

My stylist buddy. Remember last year he
did me up in pink for that 5K for breast

cancer I ran?

Anyway, this time Rico's doing me up in
blue.

Like a moth to a flame, I have to ask.

Why?

I just woke up with this craving for
blueberry pancakes, and then it just

of snowballed. And then I thought,
hello, my name is Indigo Sky. I should

blue.

I'm scared because I actually followed
that train of thought to Linville.

So what's up with Maya?

I just saw her yesterday, and she said
she was fine.

Hello. She was practically screaming,
I'm in pain, help me.

She said she's over losing the baby.

Uh, well, here's a thought. Maybe she's
over losing the baby.

Sometimes the way people act and what
they say isn't what they really feel.

You have to dig a little deeper. And
sometimes you have to let people deal

things their own way.

If she needs this, she'll come to us.
No!

Maya needs an emotional enema.

We should take her shopping.

What? It's a form of therapy. Tony
taught it to me back in the 80s, and

Saturday I was unblocked with a fly new
pair of shoes and a whole array of

really cool parachute pants.

Joan, parachute pants were never cool.

Shut up, Lynn. I'm going to pick you up
in about an hour.

Oh, I can't. This is really important.
Why not?

Because Rico's whip -stitching my ass.

Maya, isn't this place cute?
Everything's vintage. Yesterday, I got

YSL Reeve Gauche blouse made of polished
black cotton with ruffles and ruching.

Oh, my God!

Joe, why are you all up in here speaking
in tongues?

Maya, come on.

Relax.

Spend. It's a good release.

Joe.

Rina! Hi!

I was going to call you. We just got in
a beautifully constructed midnight

chiffon dress.

Perfect on you. Oh, my God, I need to
try it on. And these, too. Great, I'll

a room started for you. Thank you.
Nothing yet?

Just looking.

Oh, a looker.

Hey, Rina, this one, too. Oh, great.
Thank you. Isn't she just the sweetest

little sweetie?

What's your damn year paying her a
mortgage buying all these damn youth

Maya, this will be fabulous on you.

Yeah, I mean, it's cute, I guess. Cute?

Maya, it's vintage Gucci inspired.

I don't know, my girl.

$500. I'm inspired to slap you, silly.
And it could stay right here in this

store, okay?

Girl, you know, I can't afford that. I
don't have a career, remember?

No, but... I'm gonna look at this color
on you.

I'm gonna get it for you. It's gonna
make you feel better.

Oh, really?

About what? About my book?

Because the only thing that'll make me
feel better is for my ex -publisher to

hit by a runaway bookmobile that I'm
driving.

No, Maya, not about your book. About
other things.

I told you I'm fine about other things.

I know.

But if you're not fine about other
things and you want to talk about...

things, then Rina and I are here and we
can get your dressing room started.

Will you please stop trying to stir
things up?

I'm just trying to help. I told you I
don't need your help. That's it, Maya.

mad. Get a dress. It's called retail
therapy. You're just in serious denial

about the PB.

And I just want you to comfort yourself
by...

By buying a damn shirt and supporting a
black -owned business. Okay.

Excuse me?

Everything I patronize is owned by Magic
Johnson.

Especially if you buy something for
Ronnie Salon. So I don't need some

-ass therapy techniques, okay? So leave
it alone. I told you.

I'm fine.

Fine, Maya. Be fine. But I know why
we're here. And I believe in the value

retail therapy.

So if you're not going to shop and heal,
then I'm going to shop and heal for

you. Because I know there's some stuff
here that you need.

Why are you up in here acting all
supermarket sweet?

Because I believe that culottes are
coming back. And, girl, you're made for

culotte. Honey, don't nobody want no
damn culotte. Listen, I don't want

anything, okay? That's because you're in
denial, Maya, okay? You're stuck

emotionally. You don't know what you
want. You don't know how to release it.

Ooh, you would look so Ola Ray and
Thriller in this.

Okay, Jeanette, let's go.

No, I don't want to go, okay? We haven't
done the tip end of this rack.

Okay, it's fine if you don't stay, but
I'm going. Do the car keys. I'm going to

go. No, I can't be up in here anymore.

Ooh, Vera Wang!

Jackpot, baby!

What the hell?

Why are you walking around with the
stuffing still in your bag unless you're

in here trying to...

Helicopter

crash in Baghdad.

Four soldiers die in Iraqi attack.

Joan.

Hello?

I'm down at this little store in
Ventura. We got a code six.

Your credit card was declined?

No, that's a code eight. I said code
six, distressed shopper.

Oh, God. Joan said you were in denial.
Are you okay?

Oh, honey, I'm not the one in denial,
okay?

Joan is. What happened?

Okay, listen.

Joan's been walking around with a
vintage bag full of newspaper clippings

Iraq, all right? Like she's some Baghdad
bag lady.

Now she's holed up in the dressing room
trying to stuff her ass into couture

pants two sizes too small, mumbling
something about Aaron, a military vet.

I need you to get down here real quick.
Bring the smelling salts so we can wake

her up after we knock her out and drag
her ass to the car.

But I'm blue.

Fuck your bipolar mood swings, okay? We
have a serious case of crazy to reckon

with. Okay? Okay.

Mmm.

Something smells good.

What's cooking, good -looking?

Oh, my $1 ,700 touchscreen universal
remote.

Tasty.

Look, Monica, I'm sorry.

No, William, is this what it's going to
be like?

Like the wedding? I think we're good,
and I find out you're on a different

Now, you said you wanted children.

I do. Then why don't you react that way?

My reaction was all about me.

I was being a jerk, and I'm scared about
being a dad.

You know, I guess you could say that I
was kind of a jerk chicken.

Look, I have all these thoughts going
through my head. Am I ready to be a

father?

Is this really a surprise?

And then... No, no, no. Wait a minute.
Back up.

What do you mean, is this really a
surprise?

Monica, you know I love you, but come
on.

With you, nothing just happens.

Like we just happen to meet.

Then your whole plan for me to become
senior partner.

And then surprise!

You're pregnant after we planned to wait
a year? Well, your penis didn't decide

to wait a year.

You know, little Willie never pays me no
never mind.

Monica, come on. It was just a fleeting
thought.

You know how you always go to the truck
thing with me while I occasionally

revisit how you swoop down on me like a
bird of prey.

We got a lot to work out. So what?

I figure we have a lot of time to do it.

Till death do us part.

I love you, baby, and I can't wait to
see you all pregnant and glowing.

mad at you.

I always dreamed about how I would tell
you I was pregnant and you ruined it.

Now every time I tell that story, it
paints it.

Well, nobody else knows, right?

So every time we tell someone, you can
relive your special moment.

Okay. So let's tell somebody.

What should we tell?

We can tell Mama, right?

Mama will never let us down.

Guess what? We're pregnant.

Me and Monica.

What? What did she say? What did she
say? Oh, Mama, don't cry.

She's crying.

No. No, no, wait.

Mama's dog, Fluffy, just died.

But... Oh, sweetie, I should really be
with Mama.

That's it. Let it all out. I'm here.

Maya, I'm here. Where is she? She's over
here.

No, wait a minute.

What the hell?

You know what? Never mind. Come on.

No.

What the hell?

Excuse me, ma 'am, you can't come in
here.

Why not?

Because you're a blue weirdo.

Oh, I see.

So if I was a white weirdo, would you
let me in?

Something to think about, huh?

Listen,

she's in a very, very fragile state. We
have to be calm.

Okay, then... I got it, I got it.

Easy, okay?

Joan, sweetie, it's Nan.

the crack of Latin.

Maya says you have hundreds of newspaper
clippings and emails from Aaron in your

purse. And? And bitch, that's crazy.

Sweetie, I think we need to talk about
Aaron and how you're doing.

That's funny.

See, she's cracking up.

Aaron's gone and so is her mind.

Just play along like we're eating a
joke.

It's like college you want to watch.

What is so funny? You tell us.

I'm laughing because now y 'all want to
talk about Aaron. That is funny.

We want to talk because we're worried
about you.

I don't think you're dealing with Aaron
and how you're feeling.

Which is why you're shopping like this.
I'm not dealing with it. I deal with it

every day. You guys don't deal with it.
You never even ask about Aaron. He left,

and you never bring him up.

Joan, that's not true. We talk about
Aaron all the time.

No. No, you don't. You make joke.

about how I send too many care packages
or about how his head is so shiny that

he could guide ships through fog.

Is that one of yours?

Well, to be fair, Darnell came up with
that. I mean, I... You guys don't even

ask how he's doing.

How I'm doing.

Maya, you said you're tired of the
grieving mother script. I wish I was

a script. I just wish that somebody
would give a damn about me.

Joan, we don't... Talk about him because
we don't want to remind you that he's

over there.

And Joan, sweetie, I just don't know
what to say.

Say anything.

Blue, too.

But we're going to get through this.

What about you, Maya?

What about me?

Well, what have you been holding in?

Because I've got another shoulder primed
and ready.

Yeah, Maya, you should release.

Listen, I've told you, okay? I'm fine
about the baby, all right?

Maya will accept to spell it out.

Hello? Really?

Oh, my God.

Monica and William are having a baby.

Oh, no.

That bitch stole my baby!

Oh, your mom... cared about was her damn
dog.

Hey, your father didn't even know who
the hell we were.

And what's with Joe, Mai, and Lynn?

You know how they are sometimes.