All language subtitles for Perpetual.Grace.LTD.S01E06.When.Doves.Cry.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-NTb_Subtitles01

Got a shoe box, Wesley.

I wonder if I can have
a look at that box.

Now, they're not all
in there, Wesley.

But there's quite a few.

You've reached Pirdoo Pawn.
This is Glenn Pirdoo.

I'm not here to provide
prompt assistance right now.

This boy's disappeared?
Yes, Judge.

And Paul Allen Brown wrote

that he would make
a little girl disappear?

Yes. Judge.

Okay, Wesley. Arrest him.

I might be incorrigible.

You know what that words means?
It means bad beyond correction.

I know what it means.

They don't know it,

but I'm those kids' real dad.

Those two, the big ones.

Hop in.

Petition for passport.

Name?

Donald DeLoash.

But I got a plan. Cool plan.

Listen, I'm gonna put
a breathing mechanism in there.

Oh, fuck.

There we fucking go.

Get it. Get the rhythm.

There we go.

Get it. Get the rhythm.
Get the rhythm. There we go.

There we fucking go. Get it.
Get the rhythm. Get the rhythm.

There we go.
There we fucking go.

Get it. Get the rhythm.
Get the rhythm.

There we go.
There we fucking go.

Get it. Get the rhythm.
Get the rhythm.

There we go.
There we fucking go.

I wish I had a way.

Way to what?

Way to thank you.

For getting me chin-up.

And back up
in these stars... Pa.

Well, that's thanks enough,
honey.

My head was in the dirt.

I remember.

Right down there.

I saw it.

I'm good with numbers.

Maybe I can help
you in that respect

in the church, bills and such.

Well, we have a pile of those.

Shouldn't he be back
at the creeper house?

I take him out now and then.

I'm trying to build something
there,

something ongoing,
you know, between us.

In case I need him later, I guess.

To take sides.

For his part, he's
happy to be out, Dave.

I'm going to El Paso to
receive Paul Allen Brown.

Has he been arrested?

He was arrested 10
minutes ago in Hermosillo.

He'll be back in El Paso tonight.

♪ One day you'll buy
a ride on a comet ♪

♪ And you'll ride into the sunset ♪

♪ Of a planet that's beyond it ♪

♪ Beyond the wall ♪

♪ Of all there is ♪

♪ And you will stash
it in your pocket ♪

♪ And you'll take it to Manhattan ♪

♪ Where your grandma's 10,
and you are 10 ♪

♪ You're not a family
man, you're best ♪

♪ Friends ♪

♪ And you will hold it together ♪

♪ Under the oldest running water ♪

♪ Of the river of each other ♪

♪ With the power of the future ♪

♪ One day you'll ride
into the dawning ♪

♪ Of the morning of the dreaming ♪

♪ And the sundown of the nearing ♪

♪ The evening of ♪

♪ Of the living ♪

I've had a pretty interesting life.

I was born on
June 4, 1944, in an orphanage

to a 15-year-old orphan.

Lucky me.

I had 100 mothers, ages 6 to 17,

and that was okay.

Some children have
no love, you know?

Anyway, I was born for
real on July 20, 1969,

the night we landed on the moon.

Or so I've been told.

Roger, the EVA is
progressing beautifully.

They're setting up the flag now.

I guess you're about the
only person around

that doesn't have TV
coverage of the scene.

What's your family like?

Can't.

Why?

I'm an orphan, so... yeah.

Shit.

What? Shit.

What, you don't date orphans?

No, no. I mean,
shit, that's my thing.

What's your thing?

Bein' an orphan.

I was lining up
that detail about me

with the question
about your family.

'Cause sometimes I use
my tragic orphan past

to get men to sympathize
with me and then... you know.

I do that, too.

Except to women.

I was mentioning
my tragic orphan past

in these moments

so that you would
sympathize with me and then

you know.

Who did this?

Who did this, Miss?

I did.

I did this.

Your husband has
my wife in his fucking prison.

I want her back.

Your Sheriff husband
doesn't load his Sheriff gun.

Fucking useless.

Useless husband, useless gun.

Join them.

"Sergeant Luke Steel
had gained a little weight.

He was still sexy and
hot and a damn good cop.

But his wife only mentioned

the part about his
weight all the time."

Is this you?

Is this you, Miss?

Do you pester your
Hector about his weight?

I'm unconcerned about his weight.

I am concerned about his health.

Have you read this?

Have you read this, Miss?

This shit?

He's developing.

"Luke Steel drew
his gun with his hand."

Oh, he didn't use his foot.

"He aimed his gun with
his hand at the perpetrator."

Misspelled.

"Halt, Perpetrator" misspelled.

"'Halt, Perpetrator, '
Luke Steel exclaimed.

'Yeah, halt, ' Steel's partner,
Rod Powers, also exclaimed."

I hope that's for
another family member.

Byron.

Doves are fascinating,
and ordinarily, I'm a big fan.

But this little fucker is
making an awful racket

during my important
and possibly final moments

of trying to be heard.

I'm getting married, Ma.

Who to?

Lonnie Sholes.

Lonnie's homosexual.

Lonnie's completed
a conversion course

in Cleaver.

Completed this when?

At 1:00... P.M.

You're marrying a man who was
homosexual 12 minutes ago?

I'm afraid.

Afraid of what?

Sliding on back.

I'm incorrigible, Ma.

I disdain this word. I loathe it.

To be told, via this word,
that you cannot change,

that you cannot advance,
evolve, develop.

Fuck that word.

All life will change, if loved.

Doves are high-flying
fighter birds.

Aggressive.

Young doves.

Little red barons. Predatory.

And then doves find their mates,
and they're altered.

They're delivered... by love.

Calmed, soothed,

changed into doves

by love.

Byron delivered me, converted me.

And I converted him with love.

Lonnie won't save you
with Christian love.

To be saved, you need love
that comes from the nuts

his nuts and your girl nuts, Honey.

It's too late.

Your confidentiality standards,
are they the highest?

In the world?

No, like, are they.
Like, if I receive.

This is a conservative community.

If I receive liberal,
say, news publications

like The New York Times or
The Guardianor a strap-on,

will they that will
be confidential?

For instance.

Great. And you have, um...

You have various P.O. box sizes?

There are. We have
five P.O. box sizes.

My box will need to be longer
than 7 1/2 inches.

Okay.

It's loaded now, boy.

Fat and happy.

Sit.

May I read something to you?

May I read something to you?

"Steel and Powers

walked into the hot field
of numerous black crows."

Now, can we study this sentence?

"Into the hot field of
numerous black crows."

Man. Come on, man.

What?

Black crows, man.

So what?

Let me ask you, what fucking
other color of fucking crows

have you seen, Sheriff?

White crows? Red? Gray?

You know a beige crow?

Write "crow." Plain and simple.

Plain crow.

The necessary, Sheriff.

What have you written?

I haven't written a dot
about numerous black crows,

ma'am, in hot fields.

You have me on that.

Bring my wife here immediately.

Your husband's a fucking crumb.

A fucking crumb husband and father.

Get my wife, Crumb.
Bring my wife, Crumb.

Fucking bring my wife,
you fucking crumb.

I have your wife.
I'll take you to her.

I'm the only one in the world
who knows where she is.

But you have to leave my family.

You have to come with
me now, leave my family,

you crazy fuck.

Bad news, lads. That's your dad.

Honey?

This is gonna be
so special... tonight.

Cool.

Not like last time.

Or the time before that.

Not like any of the times.

I'm more "not gay" this time,

'cause of the program.

Cool.

'Cause I've really been
applying myself to the program.

Cool.

Honey, you know what'd be fun?

What would?

If we turned all the lights out
and closed the curtains

so we couldn't see anything...
or each other... at all.

Why would that be fun?

Well, we'll be, like,
in outer space or something.

Okay.

Cool.

"When Luke Steel finally
cheated on his wife

after never doing it
for so many years,

like 30 years, it was like
he really didn't have a choice."

"Veronica understood Luke Steel

in a way that his wife didn't,

his specialness in terms of maybe"

"being a little overweight

but also having a sexy accent
to her American ears."

I mean, seriously, man?

"Luke's wife was Mexican like Luke,

so her ears were Mexican.

So his words sounded normal.

But to Veronica, they
sounded captivating and cool.

Luke Steel was
captivating and cool,

even though he had
put on some weight,

so he really had no choice
but to be his real self

and to start fucking
Veronica in Albuquerque

"at a Sheriff's convention."

Dishonest.

What?

Dishonest.

That's fucking true, man.

The special thing fades, man.

Not my special thing.

Still special, my special thing.

Still lovely. Still
fresh. Rewarding.

We keep it. Refine it.

Cherish. Cultivate. Shine it.

You... quit, man.

You quitter.

Affairs? None. 50 years, nil.

Didn't permit that weakness.
Didn't allow that selfishness.

Didn't quit my promise.

You, late middle age,

no longer in striking
distance of your fighting weight,

concocting unhappiness
to justify selfishness.

Shit husband.

What are you talking about?

Shit husband, that's what you are.

I don't care what else you are.

If that's what you are,
that's what you are.

Shit husband.

I heard you.

She's deserving of love,
your wife, deserving of love.

Fought like hell.

Pulled it, pulled the trigger.

Killer for love, your love.

You should love her, you dumb fuck.

You have an old copy.

Have what?

I did a revision.

You're reading from
an old copy, so...

Just so you know.

Oh, there were times
I was lonely as a child

without that bright, guiding light,

the big light of a mother and dad.

But what you learn is,

as you're wandering along,

that's just big love.

And you can find it
elsewhere, some can,

if they're the lucky ones.

And I'm one of them, for sure.

"Fuck" what?

What the fuck? She was like,

Like what?

The breathing stick.

That was the indicator.

That was, like, the
position indicator.

Fuck.

Lillian!!

Byron...

Lillian!!

Fuck.

Hey, bird, get the
fuck out of here.

It's not a bird, it's a dove.

Fuck.

I mean, it's a bird,
but it's not a bird singing.

It's a dove crying.

What the fuck?

It's a dove, I heard you.

Crying.

I thought that was just a song.

Doves, they mate for life.

When their mate dies,
they cry, they cry for months.

They remain beside them,
and they cry for months.

Piercing, when doves cry.

That's this
noise? That's this noise.

Lillian!

Don't!

Don't shoot him!

I can't even see him.

I was trying to frighten him off.

My wife's buried in a field.

And you buried her alive, Sheriff,

and you're going soft on a bird?

His lady died, man.
My lady's underground.

Forgive me for the warning shot.

Jesus!

Listen, you.

It's awful, all right,

what you're going through.

All right?

You're not alone, mate.

Your love is lost. Mine nearly.

But I can act in time.

Sir, I can.

But you must stop.

You must.

You must stop.

Lillian!!

Hector!

Shit.

Close the fucking door!

Lillian!!

Byron.

Lillian!!

Byron.

We got to chop
down this fucking tree.

What?

We got to chop
down this fucking tree.

Let's chop down
this fucking tree.

There we go.

No.

It's "Get it. Get the rhythm."

"Get the rhythm" comes next.
Then it's "There we go."

Right, yeah. Cool.

Get it. Get the rhythm.
That's later, though, right?

The "There we go"?

It's two "get the rhythms,"
then the "there we go."

Okay.

Get the rhythm. Get the rhythm.

There we go.

I didn't say
"fuck." It's all right.

Get it when she comes around again.

Get it. Get the rhythm.

There we go.

There we fucking go!

Get it. Get the rhythm.

There we go.

Byron.

Hey, man. What the fuck?

What the fuck about what, man?

You and your wife and
your other lady friend.

What the fuck?

Love.

What I can say, man?

Love is so mysterious.

You know, man, I have to tell you,

you're really fucking stupid.

Why?

Because I love a lady
who's not my wife?

No, because you don't
know what love is.

Love is when you want to
fuck a woman all the time.

No, it's not, you fucking infant.

Then you tell me what you
think that love is truly all about.

Love will never ebb like sex,
will never leave,

for the briefest moment,
the deep middle of your human body.

Doesn't come and go with the
puny power of our chemistry.

Love defies it.

Your wife is strong with love,
you fucking moron.

Would your girlfriend fight me
like a fucking contender,

through living rooms,
through corridors, kitchens?

Would she gift you a poet's tool,
a typewriter,

to continue your tremendously
shitty detective novel?

Probably not.

Fuck.

No, fuck.

This other girl is just sexy.

She told me one time,

"Come over here
and fuck my socks off."

But she wouldn't
fight you in my kitchen.

Oh, my God.

I made a mistake.

Hey, man, stop fucking crying.

Stop fucking lying.
You have love in you.

Why did you return, Sheriff?

Why are you here,
huffing and puffing?

So you can get
your little wife back

and go away from me

and leave my fucking family alone.

That's love, boy.

Now, let's chop this
motherfucker down,

then you go home and
love the one worth loving.

Love the one worth loving.

I will, man. Straight.

Go home, fuck
your wife's socks off.

I will, man. Straight.

I mean, after I untape my kids.

But straight after that.

Then at the end of your long lives,

you and your wife,
you'll sing for her a family song,

this bird song,
greater than a mating song,

a mourning song for
the love you shared.

For the love you shared,

For the love you shared.

For the love you shared.

For the love you shared.

For the love you shared.

For the love you shared.

Byron.

Hang in there.

I can't. Please.

There we go.

Get it. Get the rhythm.

There we go.

Get it. Get the rhythm.

There we go.

Get it. Get the rhythm.

There we go.

There you fucking go.

Lillian!!

Byron.

Hector, please.

Please, Hector.

I can't stop.

You must, Hector.

I'm just gonna pass out.

Lillian!!

Byron.

Byron.

Thank you, Hector.

No problem, man.

Is she alive?

Ma'am, are you...?

Yeah, just keeping
my peepers closed

on account of the dirt.

There's no more dirt, Lillian.

You're with me.

Oh, sí, sí.

Donny, he's out.

Oh, fuck.

Where is he?

Drawing near, I wager,

while trying to find
money for a gun.

Pound me.

What?

The New Leaf, switch-back,
Mexico, double-cross, James.

Pound me in celebration.

I'm picturing the
Ranger's face being like, "What?!"

"How could this ever,
ever happen to me?"

I'm so confused,
I'm just gonna go back to Texas

and open up a yogurt
store or something

"and quit investigating
this whole thing."

I don't think...

Not yogurt yet, Paul.

I haven't figured out a way
to send him all the way

to... yogurt.

But we're still in it.

We're still in it.

"Hey, James," called Paul.

"Hey, Paul."

I could hear you
guys out on the porch

getting all into each other.

Going over some Mexico info,

then going into the yogurt stuff.

They yogurt phase of
fucking with a Texas Ranger.

I know what you guys are doing.

And I've been looking into
your parents' private accounting.

Crumb.

Fucking crumb.

Your son.

My son?

We probably should get a gun, Pa.

Got one, Ma.

Off the Sheriff.

Nice one.

What's this about your thumb?

Former.

How's that? Former thumb.

It was keeping me
from you, so I nixed it.

Love you.

Love you, too.

Donny.

How are you doing?

Uh... little tired.

We'll find a ride.

Someone will give a
nice old couple a ride.

Right.

And if no one's kind enough
to stop for a nice old couple,

well, I'll stand in the
middle of the road

and force the issue
with my new gun.

Classic.

Buenos días, ladies.