All language subtitles for Shifting.Gears.S02E10.Friend.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-NTb

Georgia, how about you get off
your phone and help clean up?

Probably too busy flipping NFTs
on a blockchain.

I know things.

No.

I was reading
this five-star review
of Mom's coffee shop.

- But I'll stop.
- Bup bup bup. Go on.

"The best coffee ever."

"Love seeing a girlboss
in the neighborhood."

Ooh. Girlboss? Haven't heard
that about me before.

I've heard, "Do you know
this girl, boss?" after I was
caught shoplifting ham.

A whole ham?

We don't have to
talk about the ham.

I was just trying to
make Christmas special
for you guys.

Mom, you're killing it.
You have a 4.9 rating.

That's almost as high
as my GPA.

Why isn't it five?

Mrs. Palmer doesn't like

that I pointed out
that she went to Arizona State.

Oh, you? Just one bad review.

What?

I don't give bad reviews.
I say stuff in person.

For instance...

...as a daughter,

you're kind of annoying,
but overall, I would recommend.

Aw.

So, uh, what does it say?

Who cares?

Just some loser at home
behind a screen
with no friends.

Sometimes he makes it
too easy.

Carter,
what are you doing tonight?

Six seven.

I guess it's my fault
'cause I asked, huh?

Georgia, we should get going.

You sure you don't wanna
go to the movies, Dad?

If I wanted sticky floors
and garbage everywhere,

I'd just go to Carter's room.

Come on. You haven't gone out
since Eve left.

Hang out with a friend.

I recently read a study
about male friendship.

You read a study?

Okay, I saw a meme.

Hey, Pops, I'm going
to play mini golf with
the Bro DiMaggios. You want in?

Six seven.

This jerk AJ89
gave Klatch one star.

Even the DMV's
got one and a half.

So what did this AJ89 say?

"Not sure what's worse,

the coffee or the fake smile
plastered on the owner's face."

My smile is not fake.

It's forced, but it means it
when it gets there.

Oh. Hi, welcome to Klatch Cafe.

Hi. I'll take a triple
espresso. Or as I call it,
a panic attack in a cup.

Well, today we're doing
a fun promotion

where you write
your Yelp username
on a napkin,

and in exchange,
you get the napkin.

Never seen you here before.

Yeah, I just moved back
recently.

Nice to see all
the new businesses, especially
the ones that sell drugs.

Haven't done that
since high school.

Or as we called it,
Valley Village Extremely High.

Valley Village. Go Big V.

Ah!

Go Big V.

Suck it, Burbank High and
your low teen pregnancy rate.

I'm Pete Holterman.

Riley Parker.

Parker? Hmm.

Shot in the dark,

any relation to Matt Parker
of Parker Customs
and Restorations?

Oh, God.
Are you serving me papers?

Also, he was probably allowed
to say it when he said it.

- Hey, Dad.
- Not now, please.

Look who I found.

Mad Dog Matt Parker.

Pistol Pete Holterman.

- Buddy. Hey, how are you?
- Hey! Ah.

Man...
...the first freshman ever
got on the varsity team

and celebrated by flushing
his own head in the toilet.

- I did.
- Yeah, yeah.

I haven't seen this guy since
he won most improved player
at the fall banquet.

I believe you gave credit
to Coach Jenkins,

your teammates
and Ronald Reagan.

Yeah.

Thought my life had
peaked then, but it turns out
America had peaked then.

Ah.

You met my daughter, Riley,
who works right outside
the door here

and lives inches from me
with no rent.

- Of course.
Fellow Valley Village grad.
- That's right. That's right.

Well, technically, I graduated
from never-too-late-GED.com.

- I'll let you two catch up.
- Okay, good.

- Sit down, sit down. Sit...
- Oh. Well, maybe
just for a sec.

- It sure is good
to see you, Matt.
- Good to see you too.

So, what have you been up to
since we both had mullets?

Whose idea
was it to put bangs
on our neck? This guy.

Well, wow, um...

Well, I took this,
uh, machine shop
over from my dad,

turned it into
a custom car shop. Um...

Sadly a recent widower.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Uh, my best work is out there.

Yeah, Riley seems awesome.

No, the cars.
I was talking about the cars.

Listen, uh, last I
heard, you'd moved back east
to go to college, right?

Yeah. Yeah, I was
in sales for a while,
then I moved to France.

Got really into art, smoking,
and being rude to tourists.

Wow, this was going so well,
then you mentioned the F word.

You have family?
You got kids or anything?

No kids. But I married
my husband, Damien,
about 15 years ago.

Wow. So the old
balls and chain.

That I was not expecting.

Honestly, I really appreciate
that you didn't make
a big deal out of it.

Well, why would I?
That's who you are, right?

It's not like I didn't know
in high school.

Everybody knew, man.
You dressed
like Boy George a lot.

Well...

- Halloween. Thanksgiving.
- Yeah.

- Choir practice.
- Okay.

Look, I think part of
the reason that I was keeping
such a low profile

is I didn't know how the guys
on the team would react.

Understandable. It wasn't
the most empathetic of times.

If the coach had seen you
fall down from dehydration,

he would have said, "What?
You wanna sit under a parasol?"

Yeah. And if we needed water,
he'd say, "What are you, gay?"

Maybe that's what turned me.

Hey.

This has been nice.

I'm sorry to cut it short.
I gotta get going though.

Oh, it is so good to see you.
It really is.

Listen, why don't we get
a drink sometime?

Oh, thanks, Matt,
but I quit drinking.

That's another story.
Also involves a parasol.

- Doesn't matter. Thanks.
- You bet.

Oh, heck. You know what?

My husband owns an art gallery.
He's got an opening tomorrow.

Why don't you bring Riley?

Perfect. That'd be great.

Is it real art or just people
taping bananas to a wall?

No, that's a different party.
You're not invited to that.

What's with the music?
Is this Klatch After Dark?

I'm amping up the vibes.

And there's a lot more to come.
I'm looking into mimes.

Well, I think the music slaps,
Mom. And the smoke machine's
a nice touch.

What? I don't have
a smoke machine.

Or fire insurance.

She's never gonna let
those bad reviews go.

You know what we could do?

Drive to Tijuana
and get veneers?

What? I thought there were
no bad ideas.

Clearly, there are.

We can write
a bunch of fake good reviews
to bury the bad ones.

It's called review farming.

It's like when
they hire some hot girls
to stand outside the club,

then when you get inside,
ain't nothing but dudes
and fours.

All right,
how's this for a review?

"I love Klatch Cafe. Fun fact.
You know who drinks decaf?
De-cows."

And send.

- How many have you done?
- Uh, including this one? One.

But don't worry,
I have a good one coming up

where I rhyme latte
with hottie.

"No, ask Carter to help.
He's your brother.
It'll be good."

Wow. You guys look great.
Party or night court?

We were invited to
an art gallery.

Your grandfather
has a gay friend.

You don't need to qualify that.

I don't introduce you
as my divorced, broke daughter.

True. You leave
the daughter part out.

That's very open-minded
of you, Pops.
Is your friend gay or queer?

- You can't say that word.
- Oh.

Is your associate gay or queer?

These days,
a lot of LGBTQ people
prefer the word queer.

Okay. The only time
the letter Q should be used

is when it's preceded by BB.

The real Q is
how does Grandpa have a friend?

You know, for your information,
I have a lot of friends.

I just don't like any of them.

Ooh. Wow.
This looks great.

What a hip crowd.
So many fun hats and glasses.

So this is where they all go
between protests?

Dad, let's not
make assumptions.
How about this?

If you get an impulse
to say something rude,

just say,
"Hmm. Food for thought."

- Mad Dog!
- Hey.

Oh. Oh. Come here. Come here.

I'm so glad you guys made it.

- Matt, Riley, this is
my husband, Damien.
- Ah!

- Damien, Matt Parker.
Good to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

And I thought
I married out of my league.

Oh.

Riley is his daughter.

A dependent that I can't take
off my taxes.

The gift that keeps on taking,
that's what I call her.

Oh.

I'll set you up with our CPA.

We write off our kids
as employees of the business.

We have no kids.

Which is why we have
a boat.

Pete tells me you work on cars.

Well, yeah, like Botticelli
works on canvas.

Matt is a designer.

His shop restomods
custom vehicles.
I told you this.

Uh-oh. I'm in trouble.

Well, you're both in the arts.

You curate
these amazing exhibits,

and my dad's design sketches
are works of art themselves.

I'm sure they are.

Maybe we'll have to do
an exhibit of
his car sketches.

No one else is laughing. Sorry.

I thought you were joking.

- Damien can be
a bit of an art snob.
- Hmm.

He called Michelangelo's David
an equinox six.

Well...

No, I understand that.

I'm more of a car snob myself.

An AMC Gremlin is actually
scarier than the movie.

Everyone's an artist
these days.
It's all Subway's fault.

But I suppose if
those minimum wagers can call
themselves sandwich artists,

you and the guys at Jiffy Lube
can call yourself car artist.

Oh.

Food for thought.

Okay, how many reviews
have you done for my mom?

I did ten. Carter's done two.

We're still very proud.

I started last night with,
"The... The coffee
at Klatch Cafe is incredible."

But it sounded so impersonal,
so I went online to look up
synonyms for incredible.

Four hours later, I'm on eBay
buying Pop Rocks from
a Norwegian kid named Bjorn.

Stitch?

I ain't do nuthin'.

Nuthin'?

But wait a minute.
I got a good backstory
for my reviewer.

Her name is Renee.
She's a divorcée from Temecula.

She took the pumpkin spice
to ease the sting
of her cheating husband, Stan.

Mad respect to
the character work though.

Well, can Renee type,
"Great coffee,"
click five stars and submit?

We need reviews.

Wait a minute.
You got to give Renee a break.

Stan left her for her sister.

Her older sister.

I should have paid for
Russian bots.

Oh.

We're not gonna do...

- You two are having fun.
- Yeah.

I'm sorry. We'll be good.

You're kind of pulling focus.

Come on now, don't get jealous.

Although, thanks to football,
I did shower with Matt
before I showered with you.

Okay. So what do we think
this artist is trying to say

with this painting about
these post-apocalyptic
female figures, hmm?

If you turn it upside down,
does the dress come off?

'Cause I had a pen
like that once.

Dog!

Matt, uh, clearly you have some
thoughts. Do you want to share?

Matt here
considers himself an artist.

Some draw inspiration
from the greats,
like, um, Henri Matisse.

Matt doodles cars.

Well, I get my inspiration
from Henry Ford.

And, uh...

it's good.

Okay. So, no thoughts on
the distortion of perspective

to comment on
the treatment of women
in a patriarchal society?

I'm surprised that
an artist like yourself
doesn't have a take on that.

- Well, it's, uh...
food for thought.
- Hmm.

Follow me.

I'm sorry. I love him,
but sometimes Damien
can be a little...

...extra
when he's holding court.

And at Gelson's.
And at Barry's Bootcamp.
They moved him to the back row.

Oh, it's okay.

What are you doing?

I'm doing exactly
what you asked me to do.

I know.
Since when do you listen?

I didn't want you to be a jerk.

But if someone else
is being a jerk, you know,
unleash the jerk.

It's not my place to say
something in his gallery here.

Hang on. Are you not
calling him out
because he's gay?

No. Pete's my friend, right?

And I don't want to
make a scene in here.

Sometimes, honey, you got to
turn the other cheek.
Yes, I heard that.

Are you sure? Because
treating him differently

than you would
a straight person is
a different kind of prejudice.

If I don't call him out,
I'm a bad guy.

If I do call him out,
I'm a bad guy.
This is why I don't go out.

Let's just please do
the Irish goodbye.

And don't tell anybody
I said it that way.

Whoa. You making a French exit?

Oh, no, we were trying to do
the Irish goodbye.

The French exit would be
a surrender, wouldn't it?

- Thanks for tonight.
- Yeah, thanks.

And, uh, Damien.
I did get tipsy and bid on
the lady skeleton painting.

If I win,
there's no possible way
I can pay for it.

Thank you for stopping by.

And I know that fine art
is not the forte of someone
who owns a body shop. Hmm.

- RuPaul.
- Ugh.

Oh. That's our safe word
in case he's getting too mean.

You know, Damien, um...

If you'll remember,
I'm a custom car designer.

I design, I implement,
I manufacture,
I make dreams come true.

The best I can see in here
of what you do is hang
other people's paintings.

Ooh.

Perfect.
Just in time for the show.

Yes.

I will take one too.

I wish I could.
I've never needed one more.

Hmm.

Matt, continue.

I'm a member of
The Broad Museum downtown.

I'm also aware of Basquiat's
exhibition down there,

which reminds me of some of
the work here because

these people are copying it
and making bad knockoffs
of his art.

Oh, no. Pete's
old football buddy gives
the exhibit a frowny face.

I don't like being defined
by a stereotype.

Nobody does.

And just because people
have a skill set that
you may not understand,

it does not mean
that they're not artists.

Pete, it was good to see you.

I wouldn't feed him
after 12:00.
I think he is a gremlin.

And I'm keeping this flute.

Oh. That's right,
I called it a flute.

Oh, hey. How was the art show?

It was interesting.

The good news is
your grandfather

wasn't the most
offensive person there.

Oh, no.
Mom, what accent did you do?

Did you notice Klatch
is at a five-star rating?

A lot of great new reviews.

Yeah, from complete strangers.
Like that one from "Yaboi09."

Yeah, well, AJ89 posted
a new one too.

"I like how
the owner has a tip jar.
Here's a tip, do your job."

What's your beef with AJ89?
Kind of makes cents.

You can't keep obsessing.

The best way to win over AJ89
is to give them something
for free.

I don't negotiate
with terrorists.

Then why did Georgia
get a raise on her allowance?

Morning, Andy.
You want your usual?

Yeah, and I got your email
about a free cake pop.

Now, as a rule, I try to avoid
foods on a stick.

As another rule,
I do not turn down free cake.

Oh, my God. You're AJ89.

How do you like this "vibe?"

Uh, I'll be honest, I do not.

Why did you write
all those reviews about
how terrible this place is?

Oh. I don't write reviews.
I'm a lawyer.
I put nothing in writing.

Okay. So you didn't write this?

"The vibes at Klatch Cafe
are super cringe. One star."

Mm-hmm. Case closed.
You just got "Matlock-ed."

"Cringe."

- Oh, my God.
That's got to be Penny.
- Who's Penny?

My teenage daughter.
Cringe is her favorite word.

It was delulu,
which is now apparently cringe.

She hates that we stop here
every day on the way to school.

Oh, God. I'm so sorry
for smashing your cake pop.

And for putting
a laxative in the cake pop
I was going to give you.

No, no, I am sorry. I will take
those reviews down right now.

Thank you.
So why do you stop here
every day?

Well, my daughter says
it's because I have a crush
on the cute barista.

She said that?

I added the cute.

My God. You're so cringe.
And so right.

And also sweet and charming
and maybe somebody
you'd go to dinner with?

Oh. Um...

I guess that
kind of depends on... Yes.

Well, that's great.
For me. My daughter
is going to be pissed.

Maybe don't read your reviews
for a couple of days, huh?

Oh, Andy, um,
before you go, let me give you
a good cake pop.

Wait. Are the pink ones
the safe ones or the blue ones?

Everyone, cake pops down!

Ooh. All right.
All right, Stitch,

we're gonna get the leather
finished on the steering wheel.

And, Gabe, we got to get
this engine right.

- Hey, Mad Dog.
- Oh, God.

Hey. Just hit me
with that wrench. Go ahead.

- What? No.
- Give it to me, I'll do it.

Hey, Pete, good to see you.

Looks like you brought
the aptly named Damien.

You know, no one has ever
called me out the way you did
in my own gallery.

It's punk. I love it.

Well, I'll be happy to do it
here in my gallery.

That is why my way too patient
and loving husband

insisted we come down,
so that I could tell you
to your face

that, uh, what you said
was refreshing.

The only other thing I've ever
heard him call refreshing

is when there's
a no children policy
at a restaurant.

Hmm.

Is that actually a thing?

Oh. Cosino, Beverly Hills.

Really? What kind of food
do they have?
Never mind, I'm in. I like it.

- I like you, Matt.
- Hmm.

Most people at my exhibits
are sheep who just nod along
to whatever I say

because I'm the gallerist.

And because you throw a tantrum
when they don't.

Oh.

By the way. Ah.

This is amazing.

I mean, I haven't seen lines
this beautiful

since Pam Anderson
stopped wearing makeup.

Well, I always say creativity
comes from God.

I can only take
a little bit of the credit.

Well, it's pretty spectacular.

I mean,
it's like classical influence,

you know, with a touch
of danger, like, um... Oh.

Ed Hopper meets--

- Dennis Hopper.
- Dennis Hopper.

You know what they say,
good artists copy,
great artists steal.

- With a little bit of help.
- Hmm.

Oh. Can I just wave from here?

Does he like me?

Nah, he looking at
all this chocolate.