All language subtitles for Brockmire 4x07 - Union Negotiations (English)

Ten minutes till the meeting.

Great. How do I look?

Do I look, uh, confident?

Mm, your lip is very sweaty.

I pay you more than enough
money to lie.

God damn it.
A mid-season strike? Really?

I mean, I thought the ruling class

crushed organized labor years ago.

How is this even legal?

It's not, unless they have proof

that we aren't negotiating
in good faith.

Which they have,
since you sent them a memo

outlining all your big changes,

which I am still baffled by.

I got confused
between a Limon Shout Out

and a Limon Roll Call.

Seriously? I didn't think

this kind of elderly internet
accident was still possible.

Look, the bottom line is,
10:00 a.m. tomorrow,

those players are gonna
walk off that field.

God, I never felt such pressure
in my whole life.

I make a living describing

other people's actions from a distance,

but actually doing things is hard.

It's... it's terrible.
I'm not built for it.

God, I need some fresh air.

Okay, I'm in a real hurry here, Limon.

Let's call up something saucy
and to the point, shall we?

Cueing selects from Mr. Magorium's

"Man On the Go" playlist.

Gosh, I hate to be a Choosy Charlie,

but can she be a redhead?

Oh, God bless you, Limon.

God, what a time to be alive

and masturbating in an office bathroom.

Jim, I've noticed
a tremor in your hand.

Kind of the point right now, isn't it?

This is different.

It could be a trapped nerve,
an overactive thyroid,

mercury poisoning...

You know, I do pride myself

on my singular sexual focus,

but you're really, uh,

deboning my boner right now, Limon.

I recommend taking a blood test.

- Do I have your consent?
- Oh, yeah...

Ow! Shit! God!

What, you got a needle in there?

Sending this for analysis.
Please continue.

Not sure I'm in the mood anymore.

I could add another redhead.

Well, don't just talk about it.

Let's take this cock train
to Ginger Valley.

Come on!

Nice.

Nice! My goodness.

She is a biggun.

Mm-mm-mm.

Pre-meeting jerk sesh go well?

I came to a satisfactory conclusion.

- Thank you.
- Great.

The terms of the meeting just changed.

"Structured mediation will take place

"in one-hour sessions

immediately followed
by one-hour breaks."

Jesus Christ, we only have 24 hours.

The guy just took away 12 of 'em.

Classic Finnegan strategy.

Delay, distract, keep us off balance.

Harold K. Finnegan.

Sounds like a leprechaun CPA,
doesn't he?

He's the biggest negotiator
in the game.

He single-handedly

brought the teamsters
back from the dead.

Jesus. Is this guy mobbed up?

He's a respected union leader.

- Of course he's mobbed up.
- Ugh.

The players were so angry
after the last two lockouts,

they hired the biggest gun they could.

Well, he's very good,

'cause I can already taste
the metal in my mouth.

I mean, don't these guys know

that another strike is just
gonna kill this game dead?

Of course they do, which is
why they have all the leverage.

But don't worry; I know

what the players are
looking for in this new deal,

and it's all in our proposal,

along with some incentives

to buy their approval of the
things that they don't want.

That makes me feel better.

Plus, I'm on enough Adderall

to fly a fighter plane with my mind.

That makes me feel worse.

Hey, um...

About what I said in your apartment...

No, please don't worry about that.

You were absolutely right.

Led to a very good conversation

that Beth and I really needed to have,

so in fact, thank you.

Okay. She called me...

And told me that
if I was still interested,

I should make a move,

So...

This is me...

Making a move.

Now is not the time.

To get into the Vietnam-level quagmire

that is known as our relationship.

Can we just focus, please?

We're about to go in there.

How should we kick things off?

Maybe a little name-game action?

Maybe some fun facts about ourselves

thrown in, like uh,

"How you doing, everybody? I'm Jim."

"I once played"

"the voice of a sportscasting bulldog,"

"in the movie 'Look Who's Talking Now.'"

Jim, I actually don't want you

in the negotiations with me.

You're just so terrible at

contracts and money.

All responsible adult things, really.

Actually, really good call,

'cause I drive
an unbelievably soft bargain.

I'm gonna go bang
this thing out in half an hour,

and then I think you and I should, uh,

- get dinner and talk.
- Half hour, huh?

Why don't you just solve

The Disputed Lands while you're at it?

Get me some more Adderall,

and I'll see what I can do.

More drugs. That's...
that's what you need.

Robot umps, pitch clocks,

goddamn body cameras?

We're just asking for a little trust.

You guys made me wear
a Colonizers jersey.

What are my racist in-laws
supposed to think?

Limon, the test footage, please.

Stay up, stay up, stay up,

stay up, stay up... yes!

So I'm supposed to be impressed

by some new camera angle?

That catch brought to you
by Fever Dream Mattress.

God, I wish I could be

on a Fever Dream mattress right now.

The ground is freakin' hard.

Players receive 80%,

of ad revenue from livestreaming,
which...

They can do through the entire game.

But we're not done
putting money in your pocket.

We're reducing service time to just

five years of team control.

? Pack up your troubles ?

? In your old kit bag ?

? And smile, smile, smile ?

Finnegan, what's goin' on?

Well, I just figured,
if we were wasting

each other's time, I might as well

be entertaining while we do it.

- [LIGHT LAUGHTER]
- ? Don't let your joy and laughter ?

? Hit a snag ?

? Just smile, boys ?

? That's the style ?

What,
do you think you're gonna do your little

dance on the table,
and then we're gonna

forget what we're doing here?

God damn it, he's good.

That mustachioed son of a bitch

never even countered!

His feet did all the talking.

Why can't we be together?

I thought we agreed to table this one.

I changed my mind. I'm fun like that.

I suppose we could be a couple in,
like,

- a perfect world.
- So we could work as a couple.

- That's not what I meant.
- That's what you said.

We just have to figure out what this

perfect world is, no problem.

Actually, there are quite
a lot of problems.

- Name one.
- For starters, uh,

I don't wanna give up my membership

to the Sanctum Social Club.

The orgy club?

It's so much more than
just an orgy club.

I mean, yeah, people
are constantly having sex

in easily hosed-down corners,

but they're the nicest people
you'd ever want to meet,

and the shrimp cocktail,
my hand to God,

it's the best in the city.

I will not take off my clothes

for you and your ex-wife's

sex buffet.

Fine.

I could maybe agree
to the occasional...

Seafood...

- Voyeurism combo platter.
- That's great.

And you'll see,
I'm not kidding about the shrimp.

They make their own sauce in-house.

They want you back at the table.

We're supposed to have an hour.

They said something about bylaws.

Finnegan...

I understand your anger.

Most of these owners are...

Monsters.

But I'm not like that,

and it's reflected in my proposal.

Any of you see that I

included a living wage
for minor-league players?

You didn't ask for that.

But I believe that everyone
who plays this game

deserves to be taken care of.

Well said.

Oh.

Could you refresh my memory?

Where did you first meet
Commissioner Brockmire?

- At Morristown.
- Morristown.

And what was your job title
at Morristown?

Owner.

Owner?

Owner of a baseball team.

Well... well,
then it sounds like you're...

Very much like those
people you were talking about.

In fact,

doesn't that make you literally

- the same thing?
- No, it's not the same thing.

My dad was a ball player,
just like you.

Sorry, didn't you cut
your father from the team,

effectively ending his career?

Because he couldn't
catch up to a fastball.

His body was breaking down.

How... how did you know about that?

I know a great many things,

Julia Arlene James,

and I have a lot more up my sleeve.

Care to check?

Absolutely not.

Oh.

What's that?

That shouldn't be in there, should it?

Wh...

Behold the awesome power of whimsy.

Uh, things going any better?

Worse.

He knows my middle name and magic.

- Great.
- So...

What's it gonna take

to get you and me
in a relationship today?

Jules, impossible things,

like drinking less.

I can do that.

What if I go down to, say,

three nights a week?

- It's a bald-faced lie.
- Six nights a week?

I will be sober on Cocaine Wednesdays.

Well, you do light up the world

when you're on cocaine.

Give you that.

We're getting somewhere.

Every kid in America
is wearing Colonizers merch,

and we aren't seeing a penny.

I know that!

My proposal takes you from zero to 25%.

Ms. James, could you please

take these discussions seriously?

I'm not taking them seriously?

FYI, key to a good Caesar:

dry, crisp lettuce and at least
six real anchovies.

Come and get it, boys.

Okay, so right...

Here.

Great. Wait till you taste this.

I wouldn't eat any of Finnegan's

Mediterranean buffet out of spite.

Where are we at?

Us?

Look, Jules,

even if you could drink fewer nights,

which boy, does that remain to be seen,

I cannot have a Julia-James level

of alcohol in my home, okay?

I mean, I host AA meetings
there, for crying out loud.

I'm handy.

I'll build a she-shed on the roof

and keep my booze there.

You know, that could actually work,

'cause I never do go up on the roof.

Plus,
I think my neighbor's been feeding

the goddamn pigeons up there,

flappy little dead-eyed
sacks of shit that they are.

Boy, you know, we're actually
getting pretty darn close.

I don't know how anybody
says no to you.

No, no, no.

No robot umps ever!

We need a human on the field,

a real person to communicate with.

And you will have that!

A computer's calling balls and strikes,

but there will be a human ump

dressed as a robot out on the field.

Really?

That does have a whiff of...

Old-school showmanship.

So you admit it's good.

No, I do not!

And let the record show

that I have not agreed with

anything Ms. James has said

this entire day!

This is getting us nowhere.

You think bald is sexy?

Dude, you look like a Vienna sausage!

As you're smiling, I can see

- the cocaine in your gums from here.
- Gold Glove?

Try old glove.

I didn't think George Brett

could shit himself twice in his life...

Everybody knows you got drunk
and made out with...

- But I was wrong.
- The Phillie Phanatic.

I'm too busy hitting home runs, sister.

- Pay attention to the stats.
- Oh, please.

God, it's like one step
forward, one step back.

I think I'm starting to reach Benny,

but then Finnegan pulls some stunt.

Can I help you, Jules?

I've seen your dick before.

Great, well...

by all means, then,
make yourself at home.

You're holding something back.

I can feel it.

Jules, no firearms, okay?

I just... I've witnessed their
terrible purpose up close,

and I realize I'm in the minority,

as America has more guns
than trees now.

You want me to give up Polly Pop-Its?

- Jesus.
- This bad bitch

got me through the
Pennsylvania Water Riots.

I know I don't really want the answer

to this question, but...

Did you kill anyone during
those water riots, Jules?

I think a better question is,

do I look thirsty to you?

Good God.

I might be willing
to concede on the guns,

if I can keep my Arkansas toothpick.

Now, when did you become Ted Nugent?

When we started living
in Ted-Nugent times.

Well, touch�.

Truth is, I don't really mind knives.

In my experience, getting
stabbed is just a part of life.

We're in the ballpark.

We actually are, God help us.

Hmm.

Jim, there's someone
to see you at reception.

Wh... now? Jesus.

- I... can it wait?
- No, Jim, it can't.

Go. I gotta get back in there, anyway.

It's dawn.

- Mr. Brockmire.
- Yeah.

Dr. Barret.

I'm here to give you your results.

At the ass-crack of dawn?

Limon can be... persuasive.

So the blood test for Parkinson's

is pretty definitive these days.

Your tremor is a result of the disease.

I'm sorry.

Fuck.

Parkinson's, huh?

Boy...

Looks like God's sniper rifle

finally has me in its sights.

Okay.

It's true there's no cure,

but we're catching it early,

and the medications have improved.

That's it? No hug?

Just a drive-by diagnosis?

Coming out before office hours

earned me so many credits,

I don't need the extra emotion points.

It's official.

We're deadlocked.

I think they'll strike today.

But you and me,

we're almost at the finish line.

- Jules, um...
- To recap.

Drinking goes down
to five nights a week,

Cocaine Wednesdays,

booze in the she-shed,

I get, uh, an entry-level

membership to the orgy club,

and we spend one week at that awful,

awful Ojai house

before we burn it to the ground

- for the insurance money.
- Mm.

What do you say?

Can't do it, Jules.

Huh.

Hardball, huh?

This just says "white wine."

I'm willing to give up hard alcohol

and only drink white wine.

Original Recipe Jules
is such a good deal.

She's fun, she's light,

less likely to get
in a fight with a cop,

plus...

She's the woman you fell in love with.

No, that's a great deal, you're right,

but, uh...

I can't take it.

Why not?

Because I just popped down to the lobby

to find out that I have Parkinson's.

Little jim-jam here really does it all.

So?

What does that change?

It changes everything, Jules.

I mean, uh, our future perfect world

was based on the false premise

that I would be around to enjoy it.

Look, I don't want you to ever
have to take care of me again,

and... but no, by the end
of this thing,

taking care of me is gonna
be a full-time job, darling,

so...

Uh...

Okay, I suck at negotiating,

but I'm gonna go in there
and take a shot at Finnegan,

see if I can't solve this thing,

'cause there's no way

I'm letting baseball die before I do.

Um...

I love you.

I really do.

We just always have
such shitty timing, don't we?

Just...

Always.

And so two scallywag bullfrogs

found themselves on opposite
ends of a see-saw.

That's when you hit the lights.

Then Dave comes in from
stage left in a rocking chair.

Uh, for the record, I love me a one-man

Mark Twain show.

I followed Hal Holbrook around on tour

in the summer of '94.

Still have a few bootlegs
from that thing.

How dare you sneak this peek
behind the curtain.

As much as I'm just dying

to see your take
on America's Shakespeare,

we are running out of time, sir.

We have to end this thing.

Simply remove those ridiculous changes,

and we'll be happy to ratify
a new agreement.

I'm sorry, but I can't do that,

because the truth is,

this game really needs to change,

and instead of
discussing that like adults,

you've been wasting all of our time

with a bunch of delightful
but cheap theatrics.

We have "shitty timing"?

What is that supposed to mean?

Wh... what are you doing?

We got to fall in love twice, asshole!

We're the luckiest people on Earth,

and you think you can push me away?

Well, you messed up,

'cause now you challenged me,

and I don't ever back down
from a challenge.

I'm not sure what this
has to do with anything.

It took me 50 years
to leave Morristown.

You think I'm gonna
kick rocks just 'cause

your hand shakes?

I hope you do get sick,

like, really sick,

and when you do,

I'm gonna be right there

to look you in your eye,

wipe your ass,

and tell you how wrong you were

to doubt my love.

The second I saw you,
I knew you were broken,

and I'm broken, too,

and we were able to just...

jam our broken pieces together and...

God, we had some fun doing it.

We love each other, but...

We also get each other,

and that's the real shit.

You can build a house on that.

Holy shit. This is the speech.

I don't remember all of it,

but yeah, this is the good part.

Well, I don't have any time to waste.

I say we just get married right now.

Don't threaten me with a good time.

All right. Anybody here ordained?

David, fetch my Unitarian bible.

It's next to the merkins.

- Dad.
- Oh, my God.

- You made it.
- Of course.

Sorry I'm late,
I just had to stop by your house,

- and get something.
- Oh, come on.

That's so thoughtful.

Look at you. Thank you.

You're welcome, Dad.

Um, are you sure
you're okay with all this?

Because it's very sudden

- and kind of insane.
- Are you kidding?

Yeah, it's gonna get you
out of my hair.

I'm very okay with it.

Well, now, you don't
have to be that okay with it.

I'm messing with you.

You're both really good people.

You deserve to be happy.

Look, I should probably, uh...

Probably tell you something and,

I don't want
to bring everything down here...

Then don't, dad.

Whatever it is, it can wait, right?

Let's just enjoy today.

- Okay. All right.
- You're getting married!

Spontaneous formal events

are the dream of every dapper man.

Even so, I'm only allowing this wedding

because we're in the sanctioned
break period,

so no strike talk.

This better not be some
gimcrack gambit you're pulling,

'cause that's my thing.

No gimcrackery here.

Really. Scout's honor.

Oh, rings.

Oh, I got some from the players.

Amazing.

I love weddings.

That's why I've had four of them.

I get the World Series.
You get the NLCS.

Well, boy, that sounds about right.

We are gathered here
in the midst of this...

Tense collective bargaining agreement

to bring together these two...

Weirdos.

In the interest of time, I will forego

my traditional recitation of

"The Banks of Bonnie Doon"

And proceed directly to the vows.

Ms. James?

Thank you.

We've always been
very different people,

from very different worlds...

With one thing in common.

Baseball.

It has bound us together,

from the beginning of our journey,

but in the end, it wasn't enough.

We had to continue
to find common ground.

Veering into forbidden territory.

We both need to change,

in the same direction,

and I promise,

to continue changing along with you.

And if you don't like our deal,

we can always renegotiate

in three to five years,
at which point, there'll be

a clearer understanding of the market.

God damn it, you're done.

- Brockmire, go.
- I just can't believe we're here.

After all the acrimony,

together we've found a harmony

that we have never known before.

Twice, I walked away from you.

I just locked you
right out of my heart,

and you had every right to strike...

Strike right out on your own...

Shut up.

Give each other the rings,

say "I do," I'll pronounce you,

and then we can get back to work.

How about all revenue
on bodycam livestreaming,

and 50 on all merch?

Benny, you're my Maid of Honor!

Benny.

I love love. Yes, let's do it.

- I do.
- I do.

All right, uh, you're pronounced.

Kiss.

All right, anybody got some music?

Because my body,
it just... it has to talk.

Did somebody say "music"?

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