All language subtitles for Mozart.in.the.Jungle.S04E01.WEBRip-NONHI

-(baby crying)
-HAILEY: Rodrigo?

Baby's up.

-(crying continues)
-Okay.

(shushing)

Oh, come here. Shh.

-It's okay. Shh, shh...
-(second baby crying)

Okay. Hey. Ooh.

Shh. I could really use
some help right now. Rodrigo!

-Rodrigo!
-(several babies crying)

Where the hell are you?!

-I'm here, Hai Lai.
-Okay, good.

Uh, Ludwig and Gustav
need another bottle.

And Igor and Wolfgang
need to be changed.

Oh, but I can't, Hai Lai, 'cause
I'm-I'm doing this amazing piece

with these Yanomami musicians.

-You know, it's incredible, eh?
-(babies continue crying)

But I can give you some
of this hallucinogenic powder

-up your nose.
-Okay.

Lift your head. Okay? Ready?

Okay.
(shouts)

(gasps)

(sighs)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

I just had
the most intense dream.

What dream?

We had eight babies.
Or maybe there were more.

-There were just
too many to count. -Mm.

(gasps) That's a great dream.

(phone ringing)

-One sec.
-Sweetie, it's 4:00 a.m.

What did you call me?

-Sorry.
-Eh. Ja. Horst!

(chuckles)
Hallo. Ja. Ja.

(speaking German)

I'm having a conversation with
people from all over Europe.

You know? I'm sorry, sweetie.
Um, I'll be, I'll be one second.

Let's not do
the "sweetie" thing though,

'cause it reminds me
of my parents, and...

Parents? Yeah.

(speaking French)

Why don't I ever
meet your parents?

Because I don't want you to go
running for the hills just yet.

And I'll just be back
in, like, two days.

-It'll be a really quick trip.
-Guys, I have to hang up.

Yeah. A pretty girl came in.

Yes. Okay?

Bye-bye. Ciao. Bye-bye. Bye.

It's 4:00 a.m.

Mm-hmm.

We've never had sex at 4:00 a.m.

(chuckles) I don't think
that that's possible.

No, we haven't.

They say that 4:00 a.m. sex
is very incredible.

Oh, well, maybe we should do
that before it becomes...

-5:00 a.m. sex.
-Mm, mm. Okay.

-(laughing) -Let's go now.
One, two, three. Esto.

-(grunts)
-Is that my phone?

Uh, yeah.
Do you mind if I use it?

-For a little while.
-(chuckles)

Did you guys have sex
at, like, 4:00 a.m.?

Yes, we did, Shawn. We did.

It was good.
It was really nice. Thank you.

I didn't know
that you could hear that.

Well, the tuba player next door
could probably hear it,

and he's deaf.

Oh, well, at least there's
one couple here having sex.

I heard that.

Good. I meant for you to.

What is for breakfast?

It's a zucchini flower
frittata--

no flor de calabaza--
and some papaya.

Oh, which you cut
into little musical notes.

RODRIGO: Yes. And some pan dulce
there. And that, which is...

I don't know how to say it
in English. It's zapote.

-I don't know how to say it.
-And I made coffee.

Mmm. I can't keep eating
like this.

-Rodrigo?
-RODRIGO: Yes, Shawn.

-Are you living here now?
-What? -Mm.

-I just asked if your boyfriend
is living here now. -Boyfriend?

-Um... -I've never been called
a boyfriend before.

-This is the first time.
Boyfriend. -Ooh...

(chuckles)

Why would you think
he was living here?

'Cause he's been here
every night this week.

-Which is not a problem.
-No, not at all.

But it's just that I'm a little
short on rent this week,

-and... Sebastian.
-Shawn. -RODRIGO: Rent.

Yeah, I know. It's a crime
to make musicians pay the rent.

-And yet they do.
-Well, uh,

how 'bout I pay the rent
for one year?

-Um... no.
-SHAWN: Oh.

But... Well, why not?

Because you are not
my sugar daddy.

-But you call me "sweetie"
all the time. -I know.

That's different.

You can be my sugar daddy.

-No problem. No problem.
-Stop throwing yourself at him.

By the way,
congratulations on the review

for the Ralph Vaughan Williams
today.

-Don't say the R-word.
-Review?

"The New York Symphony
is reaching new heights

under the steadily maturing
hands of Maestro DeSousa." See?

"Steadily maturing"?
Give me that.

Thank you, Shawn.

"Steadily maturing."

Ah, fuck!

-(gasps)
- Puta madre!

Ay! (stammers) Puta madre.

-HAILEY: Hey. Okay.
-It's bullshit.

-Come back.
-Yeah, yeah.

-It's fine.
-I'm sorry, it's just...

You know,
it's what it is, you know?

The review thing. It's...

It's my problem. It's not yours.

And it's nobody else's.

It's fucking bullshit.

It's good.

Ciao.

Bye, sweetie.

MAN:
Hey, was that...?

Oh, no, it just looks like him.

(violin playing classical music)

(soft pattering)

Pavel, when is it normal,

in a normal
romantic relationship,

to meet your lover's parents?

I hear rats.

Do you hear rats?

It stopped.

(sighs)

You? You? Bob the Union,
what do you think?

First time I met my wife's
parents was when they came

to help her move her stuff out
of our place during the divorce.

They were really nice.

-Shit.
-(sighs)

Hi, guys! I'm back!

And this is my oboe lesson.

-And this is my oboe teacher,
Hailey. -Hi.

Okay, gang,
so, to play the oboe,

you have to blow really hard
between, like,

these pieces of straw--
let me show you guys--

and it makes your neck puff out
and look horrible.

So, Hailey, why did you want
to be a oboe player?

So I could look horrible.

It was really good, guys.
Really good rehearsal.

-Really good, Bob the Union,
yes. -Thank you.

Hey, what...

Second oboe, second oboe.

Arlen, yes? Yes, man,

I mean, you know,
it's a little bit late.

Oh. Was I? I'm sorry. I...

-I... -No, just, like,
a little bit stiff,

you know?
Like, you were not, like,

playing with the blood,
you know? I do not...

I... With no blood
at all, really.

Like-like a corpse.

Almost like-like a dead man.

You-you were actually playing
like a dead guy.

Oh, God, I'm sorry, Maestro.
I...

But everyone else was
really good. It was really good.

-Yes. Yes, yes. Yes, yes.
-Oh, thanks. Thank you, Maestro.

Maestro, I'm just
double-checking that you'll be

at the capital committee meeting
for the building fund today.

(chuckles)
Gloria, come on,

I don't believe
in capital punishment.

What are you talking about?

So you'll be there?

(playing light classical music)

Good. Good.

Masterful. Good.

Watch the flies.
Close your mouth.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hold it, hold it, hold it.

-What the hell is that?
-What?

What-what is this?

I mean, it looks like

you're tickling
an elephant's balls.

It's pure Rodrigo.

Come up with
your own conducting quirks.

What if I don't have any?

Oh, please. Come on.

You know you're a freak.
Stop trying to hide it.

Thank you.

Shit, I didn't know
that I was imitating him.

It's to be expected, isn't it?
I mean, you've spent

half your life looking up at him
from the woodwind section.

You're his drone.

I'm not his drone.

-Take that back.
-Oh, I hit a nerve?

Oh, did you hear back from
the competition in Tokyo yet?

I don't think I'll get in.

"I don't think I'll get in."
Well, I think you will.

And when you do, don't imitate
Rodrigo, who, by the way,

he seems to be
imitating himself these days.

What's that mean?

It means the orchestra
has been playing it fucking safe

ever since he got back
from Italy.

Needs a conductor
with some balls.

Or ovaries.

Big fucking ovaries.

(chuckles)
Come on.

RODRIGO:
Hey, pal. Hey.

Aren't you supposed
to be inside?

-I got kicked out.
-Kicked out?

Kicked out by who?

The motherfucking conductor.

Motherfucking conductor?

Why did he kick you out for?

'Cause I can actually play
and everyone else sucks.

Ah, that's unfair.

That's really unfair, man.

Aren't you a little bit too old
to be smoking?

You mean a little too young?

No, no, no.
I quit when I was 12, Ricky.

How'd you know my name?

I know your name 'cause
you-you know my name, hmm?

-Sure.
-So I...

-Maestro R-Rodrigo.
-(coughs)

The taco guy.

"Delgado's super, super
hard tacos."

Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye.
Stop it. No, yes.

-Tacos, tacos, tacos,
tacos, tacos. -Yes, yes. No, no.

No, no. Really, no, no.

Brings me bad memories,
flashbacks, the horrors.

Yes, well, anyway,
let's-let's go in, let's go in.

Let's see how the orchestra
is doing.

-They suck.
-I know, man, I know,

but, you know, there's this, uh,

superhero called Kalimán,
who used to say...

(speaking Spanish)

Like, serenity and patience.

(playing off-key scales)

I told you they suck.

Yeah. Well, I mean, that-that's
because they're missing

their star percussionist.

Go, go, go. Go over there.
(speaks Spanish)

(music stops)

Maestro, we're getting there.

-Baby steps.
-Yes, yes.

For a baby, a baby step
is just a step.

Right.

I thought I told you to go home.

Unless you're ready to behave?

-If I don't, will you spank me?
-(kids laugh)

Maestro, he's disrupting
the other kids.

RODRIGO:
Just throw a baton at him.

Maestro Rivera used to
do that to me. (grunts)

I'd love to,
but then I'd get arrested.

Well, he ducks...

-Can we talk for a minute?
-Yes.

Okay, Maestro, there's a few
issues we have to deal with.

Issues, issues.

Let's talk about the issues.

The shipment of free violin bows
came in from Dusseldorf,

and they have termites in them.

Shit. What happened
to Dusseldorf?

I used to love Dusseldorf.

And we need to hire
a woodwinds coach.

And the, oh, the brass teacher
took a job in Wisconsin.

What's Wisconsin?

A state. The state of Wisconsin.

Wisconsin is a state?

Wisconsin? Wiscon-Wisconsin.

Wisconsin. I think you're wrong.
I think it's not a state.

The boys' toilet's broken again.

Ah, I'll fix that.
I'll fix that.

We can't keep putting off the
meeting with the school board.

-Mm. -And the kids need lockers
to put their stuff in.

And we need more
practice instruments.

Okay, I have an idea.

Come. Come, follow me.
Follow me.

-(instruments warming up)
-(kids chattering)

Everyone, listen up.

It has come to my attention

that there are several issues
regarding lockers,

school boards, violins...

-Toilets.
-Toilets.

And toilets, yes, toilets.

And I know just the right person
that's gonna solve those issues.

-Gloria?
-No.

Ludwig van Beethoven. Yes.

In two months, the
Maestro Rivera Youth Orchestra

is gonna perform at
August Memorial Hall,

Beethoven's Fifth. Funfte!

(kids cheering)

They can't do that.

Oh, they can, they can.

-No, they can't.
-They need a goal.

They need a... a windmill
to fight against.

Aye. Almost.

Yeah, we can fucking
do this shit.

Eso. Wait.

We can do it,
but stop the language, okay?

Like, it's not cool right now.

I quit.

Okay.

No, you're fired.

I quit.

-No, you're fired.
-Quit.

-Fired.
-I quit.

-He's fired. Fine, fine, fine.
-I quit!

You're fired.
It's fine. Fired.

How many-- We've had, like,
three al-already, no?

-KIDS: Yeah.
-Okay, okay.

Okay, let's go for
the fourth one.

-♪ ♪
-(phone ringing)

-Hi, Cynthia.
-RODRIGO: No.

It's the boyfriend.

HAILEY:
We need to get you a phone.

No, it's not necessary.

W-What are you doing right now?

Just finished playing oboe
for a very sad cat.

What about you?

Would you like to come
to my place for lunch?

-You don't have a place.
-I have a place.

I have a place in a place.

You mean Gloria's place?

I don't know.
Is she there?

No, she's doing
some horrible meeting,

um, something, I don't know.

You want to come?

So you blew off
the capital campaign meeting?

Yes, Hai Lai.

I hate those meetings
about meetings.

Why'd you agree to go
in the first place?

Because I had to, Hai Lai.

I said I would.

But if you don't go, then...

(teakettle whistling)

-I'm gonna make the mate.
-(chuckles)

I'm gonna make the brandy.

(whistling stops)

(door opens)

(Gloria laughs)

All right,
I have a 2:30 meeting.

We have to make this a quickie.

How about two quickies?

Why are you always thinking
about dessert

before you've had
the main course?

Because dessert has tits
like the Venus de Milo,

-only better.
-Ah.

-And arms.
-(Hailey laughs)

What the fuck?

Rutledge? No.

I'd know that insipid titter
anywhere.

-Rutledge?
-Hi.

Ah. Is that my kimono?

No. This is Rodrigo's, actually.

No, they're both Gloria's.

-What are you doing here?
-She lives here.

-Yeah. -And I'm the bloke
that gets to sleep with her.

So put two and two together.

And how long have you two
been playing hide-the-baton?

-Oh, my God. This is mortifying.
-(laughs)

-Just mortifying. -Hey, no, no.
It is not mortifying.

No, there's nothing to be
ashamed of, Hai Lai.

Yes, yes, yes, we've been having

a lot of sexual intercourse
recently.

Because I am the boyfriend.
(slurps)

-That's awful.
-No, Thomas, why?

-Why is it awful?
-(sighs)

Because she is a very promising
young conductor,

trying to make
a name for herself.

Perhaps not the wisest thing
to be having an affair

with an older,
more established conductor.

Older, more established
conduct...

Thomas, that's really offensive.

Well, I just think it's great
and high time.

I've been expecting this
ever since

you dragged her
into my office, saying,

(imitates Rodrigo):
"She plays with the blood."

THOMAS:
Hmm. You think it's great

-that they're shagging
in your apartment? -I do.

And if you ever want
to be shagging

in this apartment again,
you'll behave.

Oh.

Well, congratulations, darlings.

I'm sure it'll
all end swimmingly.

It will.

-See you in 20 minutes.
-Mmm. 30.

Put this on my tab.

Do most conductors suck down
a beer before rehearsals?

Only the promising ones.

Hey, maybe you should bring
your parents back up

with you to New York to visit.

So that I can conduct like...

Okay. I just thought maybe
we could sell a couple tickets.

Look, you know you can always
do a gig here,

but it's mildly depressing
having every Tuesday night

be an empty house.

You think it's depressing?

My boyfriend conducts
the New York Symphony.

Your boyfriend?
He's your boyfriend now?

Yeah. According to him,
he's my boyfriend.

But I think that he actually
doesn't know

what that word means
and just likes to say it a lot.

Anyway, it's not, like, serious.

Are you sure about that?

Yeah. I mean, in Venice,
when he kissed me, I was like,

"You just told La Fiamma
that you love her."

And he was like,
"Oh, yes, and I meant it

"in the moment,
and then there was

another moment
and another moment."

And it's just, like,
that's so Rodrigo.

He's like this emotional
butterfly, and, like...

You're saying "like" a lot.

You only do that when
you're nervous, Hailey.

Yeah. I am nervous.

Why am I so fucking nervous?

Because it's
Rodrigo fucking DeSousa.

Yeah, and I'm
Hailey darn Rutledge.

(chuckles):
Aw.

That's so pathetic.

Hailey darn Rutledge
from down on the farm.

Just don't let him
cut your hair again.

Yeah. No.

Hey, can you stop?

-It's looking good,
it's looking good. -Yeah.

There's no mirror
in front of you.

He wants to meet my parents.

Can you imagine him and my dad
in the same room together?

It would be like Clark Kent
and Superman meeting each other.

(groans)
He's just so famous.

And it never mattered before,
but now it's like...

Now that you rock out
with his cock out.

Yeah, now it's, like,
more complicated.

And Thomas found out,
and he was like,

"Oh, you're ruining
your career."

And-and everyone at the Ferndale
is, like, wondering

-why Rodrigo DeSousa is there
all the time. -(door opens)

No one's wondering.
They know he's there for sex.

-They just don't know with whom.
-Although they suspect

it's the ravishing viola player
on the fifth floor-- you know,

the one with the cheekbones
that could cut diamonds.

-Cheekbones? What cheekbones?
-Fuck you.

LIZZIE:
Anyway, back to ticket sales.

You guys just need
an identity, like,

"Oh, that's the ensemble that
only plays with no pants on,"

or, "Oh, that's the ensemble
that only plays

horror movie soundtracks
with four harps,"

or, "That's the ensemble
that only plays female composers

that all went to jail
for shanking their husbands."

Hey, that's not a bad idea.

What, the pant-less ensemble?

Uh, guys, I have something
that I want to discuss.

I know.
My cold sore's coming back.

Why'd I have to be
a flute player?

No, that's not it.
But I'm really sorry, Morgan.

Um, from now on, the
Thundering Toothpicks ensemble

will be exclusively playing
the music

of cutting-edge,
contemporary female composers.

I love that idea.

Oh, well, I loved it first.

Thanks, Sebastian.

Great. Maybe now you guys
can get a new name.

RODRIGO: So, we want
to provide your son Ricky

with some private lessons
from our...

main, main percussionist
at the New York Symphony.

-RICKY'S MOM: You mean him?
-Don't be so skeptical.

-You look like a hippie.
-Uh... I am a hippie.

You're too old
to play percussion.

Mm-hmm.

(playing rapid rhythm)

That was lame.

Now you.

-(spoon clatters to floor)
-Shit!

Hey. Language.

You got some chops, kid.

Yeah, but I don't know
if it's realistic

that he'd be
a professional musician.

Maybe it's realistic, maybe not,
but he does have talent.

-Miss, are you in the orchestra
as well? -I am.

I'll be back as soon as
I recover from a surgery.

So one injury
can screw up your career?

-That's awful.
-DEE DEE: It's not great.

The things we do for love.

Anyway, I have Thursdays
at 6:00 available.

I'm sorry,

he helps out in the restaurant
in the afternoons.

Slave labor.

What if... I can get

a very good replacement for him,
very humble replacement?

M-Meaning who?

-Okay, two mofongos.
-(Latin music playing)

Hey.

-Mofongos.
-I ordered arroz con gandules.

Oh. Okay, okay, yes.

Then the mofongos
are here, right?

Thank you so much
for meeting us up here.

Rodrigo can be a little hard
to pin down sometimes.

That's exactly why
I want to work with him.

Though it's a nice surprise
to meet you, Maestro Pembridge.

THOMAS:
Why, thank you.

I'm just the Executive
Musical Director Extraneous.

Oh, that's nonsense.

Maestro Pembridge
is an integral part

of the symphony team,
and we're all so excited

about collaborating with you
with your new ballet company.

I just loved
your punk Nutcracker.

-And what a success.
-Mm.

-It ran the whole...
-It ran far too long.

Egon. Ah, so nice to meet you.

I can't wait to talk to you.

-But here are the menu first.
-Oh.

-Good.
-Today we have no specials,

because everything is special.

You're working here now?

On Thursdays, yeah,
Thursday afternoon.

He is a man of mystery.

-Like you, Egon.
-Talking about mystery,

what is a... pastelón?

-Pastelón is really good.
-Yeah?

It's got, uh, plantains and...

Well, you know, everything
with plantains is good.

-Yeah. -So, tell us about
this thrilling new project.

It's Ballet for No Audience.

Ballet for a New Audience--
that sounds fantastic.

It's not a ballet
for a new audience.

It's Ballet for No Audience.

Rodrigo, I'd like to work
with you on a modern ballet.

It's a Faust story,

as seen through the character
of a... great conductor.

Oh, man, I love it! I love it.

-Sounds so good. It sounds...
-Really?

-Yes.
-You like Faust?

But-but I-I'm sorry.

But, well, what do...

what do you mean "no audience"?

I just feel the audience
is an outdated concept.

I feel that my success
with Nutcracker

was... was, uh, like a beast
that was suckling me.

It felt like a baby,
and then it felt like a tick.

It was feeding on me. Feeding.

Did it have the face of a pig?

That was chasing you
around the forest?

As you were trying to...
to take your trousers off

and-and trying to eat the mierda
coming out from your ass?

-No, but I love that image.
-That is disgusting.

But the audience is
what we are all doing this for.

You're not a performer.

I beg to differ with you there.

Have you heard her sing?

-Who do you sing for?
-Mm-hmm.

Well, uh, well, him,
mostly, but...

Well, that's a person.
That's not an audience.

-Oh, touché, touché.
-Right?

I just feel an artist is either
looking in or looking out.

It's really hard to do both
at the same time.

You know, it's like a...
a sneeze or... an aneurysm.

It's really good.

-Really?
-Yes.

I love it, man. I love it.

This is really cool. And...

-Order up! -Ah.
Okay, it's a little bit crazy.

I love this a lot.
I love this a lot.

Think about what
you want to drink, okay?

That's so good.

Well, a damn good waiter.

♪ ♪

MAN: Raleigh-Durham,
North Carolina. All aboard.

(bus engine idling)

RODRIGO:
Hai Lai!

Hai Lai! Hey.

-Rodrigo... -I was so worried
I was gonna miss you, yes.

-Where... Is this your seat?
-Uh, y-yes.

Okay, take a seat, take a seat.
I want to talk to you.

-I want to talk to you. Sit
down. -Okay. The bus is leaving

-in, like, a minute. So, what?
-No problem.

-I want to meet your parents.
-Why?

Because I'm the boyfriend.

And because it's time,
Hai Lai, it's time.

So, I was doing my shift
at the restaurant.

-What res... What?
-I work at a restaurant now.

Like, a Puerto Rican restaurant.

Anyway, but they came with Egon.

-The choreographer.
-Okay, you know this bus

-is gonna leave really soon.
-I know, I know, I know, I know.

He wants to collaborate with me.
The concept is:

a Ballet for No Audience.

-Incredible, right?
-Mm-hmm.

He said something
about the audience being

an outdated concept,
and how... how the...

you know, the-the audience
is sucking him

or some-some weird stuff,
but when he mentioned that,

I was thinking...
(exhales)

yeah, I don't want to think
about the audience.

I just want to be
with my girlfriend.

Hai Lai.

(chuckles)

Uh, you know that this is a...
ten-hour bus ride?

No, I had no idea.

(Hailey laughs)

It's okay.

If we're together,
it's... it's okay.

You're happy
that I'm here, right?

(chuckles)

(seat squeaking)

Mine is...
I think mine is stuck.

(laughs)

♪ ♪