All language subtitles for Driven (2018) S03E02 Nothing Between us But Sheets.en

I don't need a goddamn
wheelchair!

I don't need a goddamn nurse,
I'm fine!

Leave me the fuck alone.

Quit being a fucking asshole.

Now it's either the nurse, me

or Rylee washing your balls
every night

'til you're cleared by the docs.

I love you, buddy.

But my friendship draws the line

when it comes to touching
your junk.

You can go now, too.

I'm staying.

If you want to keep acting
like one of the boys

when they're throwing a tantrum,

I can start treating
you like one.

We can do this the easy way
or the hard way, Ace.

But rest assured,
it's going to be my way.

He's all yours.

Don't you have a house
full of boys?

Fill that inherent trait of
yours to hover and smother.

Excuse me?

You heard me.

You don't get
to need me one minute

and then shove me away the next.

I can do whatever the
hell I want to do.

Not when you're with me,
you can't.

Maybe I shouldn't be with you.

Fine.

You're right.

I don't need this shit from you.

Non-negotiable.
Remember?

You know where the door is.

You do not get to push me away

or I will push
back ten times as hard.

You have hurt me
on purpose before

and you like to fight dirty,
but why don't you just tell me

what you're trying
to protect me from?

Everything.

Nothing.

From me.

Telling me to go
is not protecting me,

it's hurting me.

Rylee...

I almost lost you.

Goddamn right, you did.

That's why I have to let you go.

I can't choose
between you and racing.

I need both.

Talk to me, don't...
don't shut me out.

Talk to me
or we can't move forward.

I'm trying to
do what's best for you.

I try so fucking hard
to be a better man for you.

But I'm failing.

A better man would let you go.

So you don't have to relive
what happened with Max

and my crash every time
I get in a goddamn car.

What's best for me?

Don't you know
what's best for me is you?

Every part of you.

The stubborn.

The wild and reckless,

the serious, the fun loving,

even the broken parts of you.

What I want...

is you.

Only you, baby.

I'm not going to lie.

It is going to kill me
every time you get in that car.

But...

I'll figure
that out when we get there.

We'll figure it out.

I'm not any good at this.

No one is.

Relationships are hard,

brutal sometimes.

But that's when you learn most.

When it's right,

it's like coming home or

finding the rest of your soul.

Bad one?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Hmm.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey, Colton. Colton.

Hey, hey, hey,
wake up, wake up. Hey.

My dad...

He used to sing to me
when I had nightmares.

I know.

You were.

I remember being scared.

Those last few seconds
in the car.

Sorry you had to go
through that again.

I...

Thank you for being here.

There's nowhere else
I'd rather be.

Okay, okay.

We have to stop.

It's not safe, it's too much.

You know,
you don't want me to stop.

Safety.

When have you ever known me
to play it safe?

Oh.

You know...

When we first met?

I asked if you fuck
like you drive.

Reckless.

Pushing on the limit.

And in it...

Till the very... last lap.

Where you right?

I don't know if I remember, Ace.

It's been a minute.

Well, if you think
I fuck like a race,

you should see me
drop the hammer

and race you to the finish line.

Racing can be a dangerous sport,
you know?

Oh, really?

Hmm.

Sweet Jesus.

You know, sometimes you reach
the finish line,

rookies like you have
to tag team.

Well...

I think this engine...

is running just fine.

Solo.

You like to race dirty.

Break the rules.

I can definitely race dirty.

Are you afraid to show
this newbie

how to drive stick?

Shifting gears, sweetheart.

I'm the only allowed
to claim this checkered flag.

Oh, Bud, I knew you could do it.

I just used the little trick you
told me about and it worked.

I got a 90 on a math test.

I am so proud of you.

Go get ready for baseball.

Okay, I Lego you.

I Lego you too, bud.

Oh...

There's Florence Nightingale.

Hey.

- Oh.
- Party fowl.

Hey.

I'm going to grab another.

How's he doing?

Well, headaches are less.

But he's frustrated.

He keeps finding little
things here and there

that he doesn't remember, and...

He's feeling confined.

He needs to get back out
on the track.

He is scared, Ry.

If he doesn't get
behind the wheel soon,

he's gonna let that fear
eat at him, paralyze him.

So when he does actually think
he can get back in the car,

he'll be a danger to himself.

What about my fear?

You don't think I'm scared?

I almost lost him, too.

But until you came along,

racing was the only thing
that kept him sane.

So, yes, he needs to get his
ass on the track.

And I'll be his
biggest cheerleader.

We've got to get his head
back in the game.

You and me.

Hey.

You have a good nap?

No more headache,
so all is good.

Hmm.

I don't know how you could have
any pain

after how much beer
you two put away.

Oh, aren't we feisty tonight?

You know what feisty
does to me, baby.

Nice try.

We have a couple more days
until the doctor says it's safe,

and then I will give you
truckloads of feisty

just as long as I know
you'll be okay.

Mm-hmm.

Can I ask you something?

Mm-hmm.

Are you scared
to get back on the track...

to race again?

It's like I fear it, and I need
it at the same time.

Well, you figured it out
with me.

What do you mean?

Us.

You feared and
yet you needed me.

You're right.

I do need you.

Okay, my turn.

Why haven't you seen
the boys yet?

You need me more right now.

That's bullshit.

I just...

They don't need
a bunch of cameras

in their faces telling
everybody they're orphans.

Ry, I don't want...

Me, the craziness
around my life,

the press to get between
you and the boys.

They're what's important.

I want to make sure
you can see them

without interference soon, okay?

- My turn.
- Hmm?

The first night we met...

what were you and
Bailey doing in that alcove

before you found me?

Uh, shit.

Uh, I walked backstage to take
a phone call from Becks

and when I hung up,
she was on me like a pit viper.

I am pretty sure I heard
"Sweet Jesus," not "get off me."

The minute I could
come up for air,

that's what came
out of my mouth.

But luckily my mom called and
rescued me from her claws.

I thought you said you liked
women who take control?

No, I've only let one woman
take control.

She's the only one
that's ever mattered.

Okay, so...

- Ace.
- Really?

Mmm?

Hey, stop.

Stop, stop.

Okay.

Hmm.

Haddie has a ridiculous penchant
for rebellious bad boys.

What?

- I don't do bad boys.
- Did me.

You were the exception
to the rule.

As you're mine.

- Now, answers, woman.
- Okay.

One such bad boy, Stone.

Yes, major jerk.

Anyway, he stood her up,
so she and I were sitting

with a bottle of tequila
and a bag of Hershey kisses.

And I told her
he was a real ace in the hole.

And the more we drank,
the more we decided

we should make Ace stand
for something.

Later he came over,
she answered the door

and she said, "Hey, Ace,"

and the name stuck.

Arrogant, conceited, egomaniac.

Huh.

It's still a chance
encounter to me,

but I guess I earned that
title the first night.

You can say that again.

Hmm.

What other memory
am I forgetting

you're not telling me?

Nice try, Ace.

What do your tattoos mean?

I mean,
what do they mean to you?

Ry...

I figured I was scarred
permanently on the inside,

so I might as well scar myself
on the outside, too.

Show everyone what they think
is a perfect package is...

Filled with nothing
but damaged goods.

Scarred.

Irreparable.

Ry...

It's just too much
to talk about.

As much as it's clear
in my head and...

my soul, my nightmares...

Never even said it
out loud before, I just...

You don't
have to explain anything.

I'm here for you.

I know.

Hey, guys!

Look who it is!

- Oh my God!
- Hi! Oh!

Oh my God!
Hi!

Hey!

Oh my gosh, I missed you guys.

I missed you so much,
you silly goose.

How's Colton?

He's doing better.

He's doing better.
He's back home.

He's good. Yeah.
What are you guys doing?

- Let me see.
- Just doing some art.

White palms.

I see some new art
up on the walls.

You guys have been busy!

Can you believe it?

We're going to cut here

to scenes from the racetrack.

Look closely,
folks, because this guy

disappears completely
into this smoke.

I've never seen
such a horrific accident.

The car breaks apart
as it flies in the air.

It's just a miracle.

Lucky to be alive.

Look close, we'll play it again.

You guys made some good stuff.

Oh, wow.

Look at this one,
this one's really, really good.

Oh, okay.
Oh, thank you.

Thanks, buddy, what's this one?

It's a flying car.

Flying car, I like it.

Thank you.

Rylee.

- Come on, come on.
- Rylee.

Hey, Rylee.

Bye.

All right.

Just give us an update
on Colton.

How long have the two of
you been dating?

Bye! Bye, guys!

Oh, come on, Rylee.

There's Rylee, she's coming.

All right, everyone.

Clear out of the way.

- Stand aside, stand aside.
- Hey, don't touch me!

Let her through.

Tough day?

Fucking desperate for you.

Fuck, I needed that.

I can't believe you didn't
tell me.

Tell you?

What I said to you before I get
in the car.

I race you, Ryles.

Are you saying them
because you've

reclaimed the memory or
because you still mean them?

I never forget a moment
when I race,

on or off the track.

I race you, Ryles.

You're my checkered flag.

Oh.

Well, I take it you've been
cleared from the doctor.

Yeah.

But after my day,
it wouldn't have mattered.

What was wrong with your day?

Doesn't matter.

It seems I've been
neglecting you.

So, I might take you out
for a proper night out.

Tonight, I'm taking you to
a movie premiere.

Oh.

This is the sweetest thing.

You and sugar.

My sugar.

You called me sugar.

A movie night with my Ace.

And sheets.

Nothing between
us ever again but sheets.

Nothing but sheets.

I can feel you watching me.

Whose idea was it
to sleep out here?

It's too damn bright.

I believe words were...

your voodoo pussy has
worked its magic.

I have no energy to move.

I'm managing now.

Oh.

Oh, God.

Oh, God...

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Closer.

Yeah, sure, we can do that.

All right, Becks.

What did Becks want?

To reserve
some time in the track.

Thinks I should
get back in the car.

Whoa.

What do you think about it?

You ready?

Yesterday...

Doesn't matter.

What happened yesterday?

I watched replay.

How did you handle it?

Well, if you call a grown man
crawling around the floor

while he dry heaves
from a goddamn panic attack

handling it,
then yeah, I'd say I aced

that motherfucking test.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

I'm scared, too.

When I get back in the car,
will you be there?

Of course.

- I'll get it.
- Okay.

Hmm?

You can run along now, little
girl, play times over.

Colton doesn't need you anymore
because mama's here.

Tawny, the fuck
are you doing here?

Colton, baby, we need to talk.

You're not welcome here.

I was so worried about you.

Have you gotten your
memory back, yet?

I don't give a flying fuck
about your concern.

Time to go.

I'm pregnant.

Good for you.
Congrats.

It's yours.

You and I both know
that's not possible.

You don't remember?

The night of
Davis's birthday party?

You don't remember that?

No. No.

It's the only possibility, baby.

I'm five months.

You drove me home.

Asked to come in, we had sex.

First time you were drunk
and desperate

to be with each other again,

didn't use a condom.

No, no.

Get out.
Get the fuck out.

- Colty.
- Don't you ever call me that.

Why are you telling me now, huh?

You think you trapped me?

Or you don't believe me?

You're goddamn right,
I don't fucking believe you.

Quit the crap and get the fuck
out with your bullshit lies.

Colton, I still love you.

You don't get to love me.

I want a paternity test.

This baby is yours.

My lawyers will be in touch.

The press is going to
have a field day

with how I spin this one.

News flash, sweetheart,

you better hit me with something
a lot harder than that

if you think
I'm scared of the press.

Get the fuck out.

Colton.

What if it's true?

Why?

So you could play house?

Because you want a baby so bad
you'd do anything to have one?

Take one that may
or may not be mine,

so you can sink your hooks
into me too?

A hefty sum and a baby.
Every woman's fucking dream.

It's not true.

Oh...

Yeah. The thought of
me being a dad

makes me want to puke, too.

Fuck.

Fuck you.

Exactly. Fuck me.

- Baxter.

Why are you still here?

You don't get to run anymore,
Colton.

You don't own me, Rylee.

You can't tell me what I can
and can't do

any more than Tawny can.

No, I don't own you.

But when you're
in a relationship,

you don't get to hurt someone
because you're hurting

and then bail.

A relationship?

You sure that's what you want?

'Cause this is how my life goes.

Charmed life of Colton
fucking Donovan.

For every up,
there's a free fall down.

Every good, a goddamn bad.

Okay.

What's the good in the bad then?

The good is, I'm alive, Rylee,
I'm fucking alive.

What did you think?

You can just waltz in here,

nurse me back to health
and all my troubles,

all my fucking demons are gone?

Guess Tawny just proved
that theory wrong, huh?

No, you don't get to run, Rylee.

We're in a relationship.
Those are your rules.

I am not running, Colton.
I am hurting!

I'm falling apart.

Because I don't know
how to respond to you!

I'm pissed!

Because I'm angry at you
for being so goddamn callous,

because you're right.

I would give anything
to have a baby, anything.

And the fact that someone
can give you the one thing

that I can't
is breaking me apart.

But even if I could...

I would never manipulate you,
Colton.

I'm not Tawny, and I'm not
the poor excuse of a life

that your mother was.

- Rylee.
- No.

I'm not running,
I'm not leaving.

I don't know what to do.

I have no fucking clue.

Do I stay here and just...
just let you rip me apart?

I'm dying on the inside,
Colton, can't you see that?

Do I leave?

Give us a couple of days to...

Fix the shit
that's in our own heads?

It's me.

The one who races you,

the one who would fight
tooth and nail for you.

Who would do anything to make
that pain in your eyes

and the pain in your
soul disappear.

But I can't be anything to you

unless you stop pushing me away.

I can handle
you being an asshole.

I can handle
you taking your shit out on me,

but it doesn't fix things.

Rys.

My head's still fucked up.

Look, I need some time.

Just...

Just...

Okay.

Ry?