All language subtitles for Loudermilk.S01E08.Invitation.Only.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-NTb_track3_[eng]

SAM:
Dad?

What are you
doing here?

I'm dying.

Bullshit.

Nah, I'm not dying,
but I missed you.

So guess what?
My dad's in town.

I know. I may have told him
that you were at the church.

Why would you
do that?

You know he's one
of my triggers.

SAM:
No, come on.
Not here.

Sorry, but someone's sleeping
on the couch.

SAM: Dad, please.
Oh, yeah.

I'd let you sleep
on my couch, Loudermilk,

but my couch is, like,
three feet long.

Okay, couch is good.

ALLISON:
How is Ben doing?

Uh, he's good,
you know.

Being Ben.
Heh, heh. Why?

Look what I found
hiding under the couch.

That's not mine.

Bullshit.
Who's is it then?

* 'Fore we go any further
Remember you said *

* That you wanted into my bed
And you never cared *

* What I was doing
When you wasn't there *

Hey.

Hey!

What time is it?

[MUSIC PLAYING INDISTINCTLY
FROM HEADPHONES]

Uh. 5:55.

A.m. or p.m.?

P.m.

Hm.

* I ain't got no time

* If you need love
Then I'm your *

* But if you're trippin'
I ain't with ya *

* I ain't got no time

* No, I ain't got no time

* Come on, I wanna
Baby, remember... *

Thanks for
meeting me, man.

Sure. Yeah,
no prob. What--

Everything
okay?

Yeah, yeah.
Oh, yeah.

I just have a couple things
I wanna--

--talk about.
Excuse me, um, sir.

Would you mind
just moving over a seat

so we can
sit together?

Yeah, sure.

My good deed
for the day.

Really?

Yeah?
That's it?

Y-you move over
a seat to the right,

and that's your good-deed
quota for the day?

So you're done now?

Well, no. I'll probably
do something better. I--

No, no, no.
You've done enough.

You're like
a diner Gandhi, really.

Think if everybody followed
your shining example,

what a world
it would be?

It'd be the same
shithole it is now,

but we'd all be sitting
two feet to the right.

You know what?

Fuck you.

* Oh, Lord,
I've seen everyone *

So what was this big thing
you want to talk about?

Yeah, um,
listen.

Lately,
I've been, um--

Hey, you know what,
it's not important.

* Oh, the North Sea sings
"Won't you come to me, baby? *

* Won't you come to me?"

Yeah, what's up?

DONNY:
Question: when's the last
time you got laid?

Answer: six minutes
from now,

unless you're into foreplay,
then make it eight.

Ha, ha, what are
you talking about?

I'm on my way over.

Got two frisky doves,
and I need a wingman pronto.

No, no,
not tonight.

I-I gotta finish these
Voluptuous pitches.

My presentation
is on Monday.

Uh, you're not
hearing me.

These girls are primed
and ready.

I got them both
sitting on a roll of Brawny

to keep my feet dry.

Jeez. Uh, hold on.
I'm getting another call.

Hello.
CUTTER: Hey, wanted to see

how you're doing.

Big day today. That step
eight's a doozy, right?

Certainly unexpected.

So everything cool?

Yeah, everything's good.

I'm at home, working
on my computer.

I'm feeling strong. So--

So you wanna do
a midnight meeting?

Nope. No.
I'm on a deadline.

Uh, like I said,
lots of work to do.

Good work today
on the healing, man.

I'm proud of you.

Thank you.

Hey, Donny?

Hey, hey, hey!

My brother from
another motherfucker!

Uh, Kristy
and, uh, uh, Jill.

This is Tom.

Hi.

Do you got some tequila?

Ah! I'm all
over it.

What are you doing?

I'm getting us laid.

What are you drinking?

Sprite.
I'm working.

Let me put a lime
in your drink

so it looks like
you're drinking something real.

Drunk chicks
don't like to be

around guys
who aren't drinking.

They feel judged.

CUTTER:
Hm.

Yeah, that's what you
call working, huh, Tom?

DONNY:
Okay.

All right.

Here's your gin-and-tonic,
Tomassio.

A double,
as requested,

and as required by law
in some parts of Texas.

Son of a bitch.

[UNEVEN, OUT-OF-TUNE
GUITAR STRUMMING]

Oh, my God.
It's you.

I thought maybe David Gilmour
was having a stroke.

You know those
rolled up balls of rage

at the end
of your arms?

You could use those
to knock on doors.

Who are you?

Who am I?
Who are you?

This is Lizzy,
Carl's niece.

She's visiting
for the weekend.

SAM:
Oh, where's Carl?

He's at
the hospital.

It's classic
Uncle Carl, huh?

Because he's never
there for anybody.

Only his suffering
patients.

Lizzy and I were
having a jam sesh.

Lizzy, this is
Loudermilk.

Wow, what
a horrible name.

Wow, what
a horrible kid.

Okay, so go on,
Loudermilk.

How do we sound?

Give us your professional
rock critic opinion.

Uh, well. Okay.

Over here you got musicians
who are good, they sound good.

Here you got musicians
who sound bad, and they're bad,

but, you know,
they've got potential.

So we have
potential?

Well, let me finish.

Over here you have
some musicians

that are just completely
hopeless. That's you guys.

He's just joking,
honey.

What do I care?

He thinks R.E.M.'s Monster
album was an outrage.

"Noise" is what
he called it.

I called it "noise"?

You said it was "clunky."

Well, yeah, it is clunky.

Especially it's clunky
if you compare it

to the previous two albums,

which are both
masterpieces, right?

You gonna explain
the distortion to me?

Which I get for a song,

but it's there
the whole damn album?

And the lyrics
are Hollywood as shit

'cause it sounds like
Stipe had just--

Hey, h-how do you know
what I said about that?

I read your book.

Uh.

What's your name?

Lizzy.

Lizzy.

You read my book?

Yes, do I have to
repeat everything twice to you?

Okay, well, uh,
it looks like

we have some practicing
to do, so see you.

All right.
Hey, listen.

Forget what I said
earlier, okay?

Just keep it up.

Uh, you know, when
George Harrison

was your age, he--

Nah, actually,

he was already a virtuoso
guitarist, never mind.

And when John Lennon was your
age, he was already dead.

Yeah.

Yeah.

All right.

You seem sad.

Did your girlfriend
just dump you

and you got fired
or something?

No, no.
I'm not sad.

Seriously, hon?

Nothing horrible
happened?

Did your mom die?
No.

Dad?
No.

Do you have cancer?

No, no.

I'm fine, okay?

I've just been working
all night. That's it.

This is me happy.

You wanna fuck?

Oh. Yeah, o-okay.

There's only one bedroom
though, and they're in it.

Hold this.

* ...non
Who you with *

* We get it poppin'
Non-stop *

Oh. Ahem.

* ...where you from?

* We get it poppin'
Non-stop *

* Where you at?
Who you with? *

* Hey

This isn't
what it looks like.

So you're not holding
two drinks in your hand,

and getting a BJ?

Okay, it's mostly
what it looks like,

but I have not
been drinking.

Right, like you're gonna
bang this coke

Hey.
Hey, hey.

Hey, wait, wait, did you
just break my door down?

Jesus, this is pure petro.

I hope you're cool
having blood on your hands

when this guy pulls
a Buddy Holly,

and drowns
in his own puke.

You know, I'm just gonna
go in the other room

with my friends.

You don't--

* ...non-stop

* Where you at
Where you from? *

* We get it poppin'

Uh, come on, Cutter.

I have not had a drink.

Stop the lies.

Okay. Oh, yeah.
Go ahead.

Yeah, you want to
breathalyze me? Go ahead.

Hey, thanks
for the lift.

I'll see you
tonight.

I'm gonna come in
with you.

You're going to my meeting?
Yeah.

What, you checking
up on me?

Nah, I mean, I know
that your dad was just here,

so that's a bit of
a trigger. Plus, I--

--wanted to make sure
I work on my sobriety muscles.

I don't want them to
atrophy like my calves.

Look at these.
Look at these things.

They used to be something.

Now they're sticks.
What is that?

Looks pretty good
to me.

Nah, not what it
used to be.

So here's what's bugging me
about these meetings.

I feel like none
of you guys ever talks

about the good part
of drinking.

There is no good part
of drinking.

It always ends badly.

Yeah, I know, dude.

But it's not all bad,

or else we wouldn't have
done it in the first place.

Young blood's
got a point.

I don't want
to hear this.

Who are you working for?
Seagram's?

Somebody
else talk.

SAM:
No, no, let's
hear Cisco out.

Okay? There might
be something in this.

I don't know.

It just feels like
if we act like

the good part of drinking
completely doesn't exist,

it's just like
we're kind of--

Living in denial?

Well, Cisco's right.

There are some good
parts of drinking.

Name one.

Okay.

When you're having a few beers
at the footy with your dad,

and he turns around,
and he smiles.

He's had a hard life,
you know, your dad.

But today...

Today's all good.

Okay, okay, well,
that's one thing.

There's more.

Ten o'clock in the morning
on a Tuesday,

when you open up that first
beer, the sound it makes:

STEVIE:
Ha-ha-ha.

I really miss having
wine with my pasta.

Mm, or eating shrooms,
and reading some Tolkien.

Waking up
in the morning

in a whorehouse...

There's beauty in that.

You know what I miss?

Drunk driving.

You don't miss that.
MUGSY: I do.

Especially the, uh,
early years, high school.

When it wasn't
about the booze.

It was about
the freedom.

You know?
It was so new.

Remember that
6:00 feeling?

It's daylight out,
and you're going out.

Anything is possible.

Yeah, you're like Jack Kerouac,
attacking the night.

Yeah.

And you and your friends,
you all have a six-pack of beer.

You have a half a pint of
blackberry brandy.

The tunes are cranking.

You're passing
the bones around.

You d-- You don't know
where you're going,

but you know
it's gonna be great.

SAM:
Okay, yeah, sure.

And--

And we have to remember
that Kerouac died at age 47,

when his stomach burst

because he was drinking

all that whiskey
at 11:00 in the morning.

Where'd Ben go?

* They call me
A little wound-up *

* See, I'm upset because
I've always been stuck *

* But I don't know what
It is I'm without *

* Guess I'm in love with--

Oh, my God.
Are you okay?

Yeah, yeah. I'm good.
Just a little shaken up.

Oh, jeez, that was
a close one, huh?

HOMELESS MAN:
You're not kidding.

Yeah. Oh.
Okay. Phew.

All right.

Wow, I am really sorry
about that.

Boy, oh, boy.
You got everything?

Okay.
You take it easy.

Here, look.
I'll tell you what.

Let me give you...

...a little something
for your trouble.

Um, I think we should
exchange information.

Hm?

I-I'd like to see
your license,

proof of insurance?

Are you serious?

Sorry, but I have been
burned before, sir, heh.

If I don't have your
information,

then my insurance company
may not cover this.

Cover what? You're fine.
Your bottles and cans are fine.

Can't we just say
no harm, no foul?

What about my vehicle?

What vehicle?
I mean, this is a--

It's a shopping cart.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Ok-okay, sir.

I know we've both been through
a great ordeal here.

But I need you
to keep the tone down.

Okay, I tell you what.

How about, uh, 40 bucks,
and we'll call it a day?

There's no point
discussing money

until we've done
a thorough walk-around

and assessed the damage.

I don't remember seeing
that dent there before.

What are you talking about?

This thing's
covered in rust.

The dent's probably
been there for years.

Have you been drinking, sir?

What? No.

No, of course not.
A hundred bucks.

I think we should
call the police,

let them sort this out.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Let's call the police.
We'll get them out here.

We'll sort you out.

Let me just--
Oh, rats.

You know what? I don't have
my cell phone on me, so--

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Siri, call the police.

No, Siri, don't.
Give me that.

Calling emergency services
in five seconds.

Okay, there.

Wow, that is a sticky phone.

Look, I'm not trying
to get rich here.

I just want
my property repaired.

You know what?
This isn't your property.

It belongs to Safeway.

Oh, again, sir, tone.

All right.
You know what?

How about I give you
a ride over to Whole Foods.

Trade this in.
We'll get you a fancy new cart.

What do you say?
Ha, ha.

I'm not getting in
a car with you.

You have been drinking.

Now, I'd like
to see your papers.

Okay. I'm just gonna go
into my glove compartment,

and get them for you.

Hey, hey. You.

What the fuck?

No, no, no.

Hello?

Help me, please.

Oh, my God.

Somebody help me!

Hey, hey, pork snout.

You okay?
You don't look so good.

No, no, I'm great.

Ha, ha, that's
the attitude.

I thought you were
gonna be upset.

About what?

I mean, look at me.

I got trees,
and all this mist, and--

That's what
I'm talking about.

Let's go
back inside.

We got some things
to figure out.

Why the hell
you'd do that?

Son of a bitch.

CUTTER:
Get in there.

Ow!

Jeez. Wait.

What's this?

You've been snooping
through my stuff?

No. No. I was just
looking for a pen.

Did you see a picture of
the dead guy?

No, no. Just pictures
of living people.

Don't lie to me!

That's your disease talking.

Ugh. Okay,
maybe I saw that.

Is that Ollie?
No.

The guy in the picture is me.

Mm-hm.

But your throat
is completely cut open.

It's special effects
makeup.

I was undercover in
a biker gang for a couple years.

When it came time
for me to get out,

I had to fake my death.

It looks real.
Thanks.

I did my own makeup.

Um, ahem, so--

Why did you handcuff me
in a trailer against my will?

I didn't want you
to wake up half-cocked,

and run out there
into the jungle.

You get lost
out there, you die.

Who's that guy
back there?

That guy's my mom.

Mom, wake up.
We got company.

Are you sure
she's okay?

Oh, yeah.

She's one of those
real deep REM sleepers.

Ma!

Come on. Wake up.

Ow!

What the fuck?

Oh, yeah.

You banged your head
pretty good

when I zapped you.

I had to sew you up
to stop the bleeding.

Is this dental floss?

Mint flavor.

It acts as a natural
antiseptic.

Don't worry.
It wasn't used.

Um...

Cutter, I don't know how to
say this, but your mom's dead.

Hey, would you stop it?

I told you
she's a deep sleeper.

Why isn't she breathing?

What the fuck?
I'm so sorry.

Why'd you sucker-punch
my mom?

I-I-- Sorry,
I didn't mean to.

She snuck up on me.
She scared the crap out of me!

Easy, easy.

I am so sorry,
ma'am.

Ma'am,
I would never--

Okay. Easy.

I got you.

I got you.

Are you okay,
mama bear?

I-I think he cracked
my damn rib.

You gotta get control
of your demons, man.

Hitting a woman?

What happened
to that dental floss

I was drying out
on the antlers?

Hmm.

Maybe it was used.

* Many of them...

LIZZY:
I have a question.

Shoot.

What's the point
of critics?

Hmph.

Well, the point
of critics

is that in the pure diarrhea
that is pop culture,

you need somebody
who's gonna be able

to find and curate
the hidden gems.

And that's my job.

Well, that was my job.

I gotta figure out
and understand what

that artist is trying to do,
and then inform others.

Of your opinion.

* ...into your heart again
So many things... *

Yeah.

I don't understand
how that's a career.

The true value of art
lies in the artist,

not the guy
who judges them.

Your whole job
is superfluous,

and is based on
your own interpretation.

Yeah, it's a little
more complicated than that.

Doesn't sound that
complicated to me.

SAM:
Really?

Let me critique you.

I'll show you
how easy it is.

Yeah, go for it.

You think
you're so cool

because you got to hang with
rock stars in their prime.

But the truth is that
didn't even make you happy,

nothing did.

You probably don't even
like being a critic.

And secretly you wanted
to be a rock star,

but you didn't have the balls
and/or confidence to go for it.

Now you're living your life
the exact same way,

waiting for your dreams
to come to you

instead of getting
them yourself.

You'd make
a terrific critic.

I need a muffin.

* ...kissing in the sky

She's just a kid.

She's a smart
little fucker.

Hmph.

Yeah?

* ...without you moving in

What?

* Moonlight will guide you

No, I'm on my way.

* ...to your heart again

I'm sorry. I gotta go.
Ben got arrested.

For what?

He didn't say.

I bet it's a DUI.

No, Ben doesn't drink.

Yeah, right.

I think I would know
if Ben was drinking.

He's my sponsor.
That's why I live with the guy.

Well, sponsee,
I think you might

wanna open your eyes
a little wider.

* Ooh

Are we not closing
the door anymore?

What the fuck?

Idiot.

What are you doing?

* Last night
Dancing slow *

* In turning light

* With you caught in my eye

* Twist your ankle

Why would you go
to Memphis

for a wedding
in New Orleans?

* Good night, I'm tossing
In the towel again *

* Go laugh with
All your friends *

SAM:
DUI and a hit and run?

I'm surprised they let you out
on bail actually.

Why didn't you tell me
you were having problems?

I could've helped.

I tried to talk
to you at the diner,

but you started picking
a fight with the pie guy.

I didn't pick a fight
with the pie guy.

I pointed out that
moving down one seat

didn't make him
Mother Teresa.

Okay,
I wanted to talk,

but then I couldn't,
so whatever.

Oh, okay,
so it's my fault?

That's good. Okay. Okay.

Why do you
always do that?

Why do you make it
a "you" thing?

This is-- This is
about me, Sam.

No one else.

I don't know.

I think, uh, maybe
I should just go

far away for a while.
Definitely.

I'll call Action-House
in the morning.

See if they
have any beds.

No, I can't afford
rehab right now.

I bet they'll cut us a deal.

I don't want
to go to rehab.

I just wanna go away
and clear my head.

You know, I was thinking--

I don't know.
Maybe someplace hot.

Or, I don't know,
New Orleans, maybe.

Something like that.

New Orleans?

Aren't they doing Mardi Gras
right around now?

I-- Maybe. I don't know.
I'm not sure.

I don't think they
really do that anymore.

They don't make it a big deal
since Katrina.

Okay.

Yeah, no, no,
sure, sure, sure.

I just wanted to make sure
you're not going for that.

Where did you get this?

In the safe
under your bed.

What the fuck were
you doing in my safe?

What the fuck are you doing
not telling me

my ex-wife's
getting married?

Well, look at you!

Because I didn't want
you to freak out.

Why would you think
I would freak out?

Huh?

And why did she
even invite you?

You hardly know her.

We're friends on Facebook.

What?

Sin-- Wha--

Since when?

Since she started checking up
on you, like a year ago.

Wait a minute,
Me

Yeah, a lot.

She always wants to make sure
you're doing okay.

Why would you not
tell me that, Ben?

Well--

She told me not to.

And I didn't want
to betray that.

She's my friend.

Hey! Asshole!

I'm your friend!

She's your
friend's ex-wife.

Friend, friend's ex-wife!

Friend, friend's ex-wife!

Since when do you give
a shit about Memphis so much?

A minute ago, you were trying to
fuck Allison. You remember her?

Maybe I'm trying to fuck Allison
so I can get over Memphis.

Don't you know
anything about love?

TOM:
Please listen to me, Cutter.

I have an important meeting--

What is that
baby powder smell?

You shit yourself
when I tased you,

but I cleaned you up.

You're welcome.

Oh, I'm sorry
for not thanking you

for making me shit myself.

I had to do something
to get you away

from that temptation.

A few days out here
will clear your head.

A few days? No, no, no.
You don't understand.

I have waited
my whole career for this.

This is my big break.

No, this, what happens
right here, right now,

this is your
big break.

Besides, I took
care of work.

What?

I called Reardon at home,

and told them you were
having a major meltdown.

W Why did
you do that?

I also called your boss
at the vodka company.

Are you crazy?

I don't-- I don't work
at the vodka company.

Oh. That's why she seemed
a little weirded out.

Fuck this shit!

Hey!

No, no, no!

Hey!
No, no!

Look, you're gonna fall
in line with the program,

or I'm gonna cuff you
to the toilet.

Your choice.

One thing's for sure,
I'm not gonna lose you

like I lost Ollie.

You don't understand, man.

I'm not an alcoholic.

Stop it!

Stop it right now
for your own good.

No, you stop it.

Listen, I've tried
to explain this, okay?

My asshole boss is
the one who got the DUI.

Shh...

It's all gonna be okay,
baby bird.

It's all gonna be okay.