All language subtitles for Call me Kat s01e04 Therapy.eng

Oh, hello.

I was just being sad.

On purpose. It's called
"melancholy for fun."

You have to practice
being sad sometimes

to know what happy is.

♪ I'm never gonna dance again♪

♪ Guilty feet
have got no rhythm♪

♪ Though it's easy
to pretend...♪

And when I really need a good
cry to get the toxins out,

I do this.

[crying]:
I love you all so much.

And I'm gonna do
whatever it takes

to find you a forever home.

-[meows]
-I love you more!

[sobs]

Kitty kisses all around.

Come here.

But then there are times
when I get sad for real.

Preston's visiting his daughter
in Atlanta

and I can't be alone in
the house with all the ghosts.

The little one drives me
up the wall.

So I'm staying with you
for the weekend.

That was 30 minutes ago.

Katharine.

Oh, geez.

I brought my dermabrasion tool.

Let's get down
to your good skin.

[tool whirring]

[quietly]:
Help me.

♪

Mother, why did you
rearrange all my drawers?

So they would make sense.

I can't find my pajamas.

Use your logic.

Where would pajamas be?

Well, in a perfect world,
they would be folded

under my pillow, but...

Wait a minute, are they folded
under my pillow?

Why is there a lipstick
under there, too?

Use your logic.

In case there's an emergency

and I end up face-to-face
with a fireman?

No. Because makeup

is what separates us
from the common beast.

[mouths]

Kat? What are you doing up
earlier than my biscuits?

It's not safe for me
up there, Phil.

My mother tried to cut my
toenails while I was sleeping.

I cut my mama's toenails

'cause her glaucoma
has gotten so bad,

she can't see her feet.

She tried to offer me
a dollar per toe,

but I said, "No way, Mama.
It's on the house.

I don't need the eight dollars."

And now her eyes hurt so bad,

the doctor suggested

[whispers]:
medicinal marijuana.

Really?
It's not even legal here.

Don't you tell the cops, Kat.

I'll take you down with me.

SHEILA:
Oh, Katharine.

Oh, I woke up alone,
terrified you'd been abducted.

They wouldn't have to abduct me.

I would go willingly.

Have you brushed
your teeth this morning?

Yes, Mother.

[laughs]:
Because I'm 39 years old.

So if I checked your toothbrush,
it'd be wet?

Okay, Phil, we are all set.

We just have to get there
before they close.

Oh, I cannot believe
it's come to this.

Driving two hours to Cincinnati

to buy Mary Jane for my mother

who is also named Mary Jane.

Although, in some ways,
it seems like

it was written in the stars.

Oh, we'll make it fun.
Reefer road trip.

We can listen to
my favorite audiobook,

Coming Home to Myself
by Wynonna Judd.

You know Ashley
never wanted to sing?

If you hate me,
just say it, Phil.

-Hello there.
-PHIL/RANDI: Hey.

Sorry I haven't been
more available to help

at the café that I own,

but my mother added a few things
to my grocery list.

Did you know that there are
nine sizes of olives

and she likes the ones
that no one carries.

There are actually 14 sizes.

The ones that are the size
of lemur testicles

are the hardest to find,
but the sweetest to bite into.

Thank you, Wyatt.

Um, are you remembering
to be careful

with how you pet the cats?

Stop bringing that up.
I didn't have my glasses on.

I'll be down in a minute.

By the way, Randi, cute sweater.

I have one just like it.

Oh, this is yours.

Your mom let me go through
your Goodwill bag.

You don't have a Goodwill bag,
do you?

Don't you dare tell her
I took a scarf.

Mother, what are you doing?

What does it look
like I'm doing?

Use your logic.

Severing our relationship?

Freshening things up.

This is the Pantone Color
of the Year: Classic Blue.

First of all, that is
University of Kentucky Blue.

This is the cruelest thing
you can do to a Cards fan.

And second of all,
you have no right

to just change things
in my home without asking.

But blue is supposed
to be calming.

Do I look calm?!

Do I sound calm?!

Trust me, when I'm finished,
you'll love it.

Grab a brush.

[gasps] Katharine!

Well, trust me,

when I'm finished,
you'll love it.

[Sheila screaming]

Help! Help! Elder abuse!

Someone help me!
[screams]

She's an elder
and she's abusing me!

You get back here!

"Go to a cat café,"
I said to myself.

"It'll be a calm place
to get some work done."

[Sheila screaming]

[indistinct shouting]

Now, that reminds me
of when my mama

used to chase me around
the house with a hair brush.

-[Sheila screaming in distance]
-Were you tender-headed as a child?

Oh, no, no, no.

She was chasing me
to whup my ass with it.

My mama used to spank us
with a spatula.

Then she'd go right back
to flipping pancakes.

[Sheila screams]

I mean, we've always
butted heads,

but it's gotten really bad.

Like cage fight bad.

Y'all just can't be
bringing your drama

into the café like that.

Because then it
becomes my drama,

and Randi doesn't do drama.

Unless I'm on hold for too long,
and then I go off.

Then you'll have to
help me kill her.

And for the remainder
of this conversation,

I'll replace the word "kill"
with "celebrate."

So what do you think I should
celebrate her with?

You know they don't sell happy
hour nachos in prison, right?

Would you consider therapy
as a plan B

to "celebrating" your mother?

I would consider therapy
after I celebrate her.

I was thinking
about couples therapy.

My ex, Brigitte,
is a family therapist in France.

Used to work with a lot
of parents and their adult kids.

[mockingly]: My ex, Brigitte,
is a family therapist...

Sorry, I just had to
get that out.

The French have wine and cheese
for every meal

and they still need therapy?

Girl, therapy is awesome.

I have two online shrinks
that I use.

One who always agrees with me

and another one
who calls Randi out

when she needs to be called out.

Which I kind of like.

Word of advice, Kat:

don't let your mama
pick your shrink.

I let Stephanie pick our
counselor when we got separated.

He managed to convince me
she should have the house

and the car,
and I can live in the bar

where I seem to spend
all of my time.

I'm telling you right now,

there is no way
on God's green earth

that I am going to therapy
with my mother.

I would rather stick pins
in my eyes,

sleep in a litter box
and eat salad for breakfast.

[Phil sighs]

It sounds like Phil
has something to say.

Thank you, Max.

I just feel that if me and Randi

are gonna risk
federal prosecution

by driving across state lines

to buy some Mary Jane-infused
cooking oil

and bake it into my sticky buns
to relieve the pain

of my mama's glaucoma,
the least you can do

is sit on a comfortable couch
with your mama

and talk about your feelings.

Hmm.

Mm.

RANDI:
Mm.

Mm.

Hello, Doctor.
I'm Sheila Silver.

Miss Jefferson County 1974.

KAT:
Ha! She means

1964. Nice try.

[scoffs]

So, is this silent thing
you're doing

something you learned
in therapy school?

Just be quiet, and eventually
they'll tell you

where they buried the body?

That's the police, Mother.

But speaking of school,

you've got some pretty
legit-looking diplomas here,

Dr. Kevin Khan.

Are therapists really doctors
though?

My daughter has a doctorate
in mathematics.

Not that she's doing anything
with that now.

[chuckles]
And if someone asked,

"Is there a doctor
on the plane?"

what would she do to help?

Solve for "X"?

Lot of certificates.

Dr. Khan here. Dr. Khan there.

Doctor, Doctor.

BOTH:
♪ Give me the news♪

♪ I've got a bad case
of loving you♪

♪ No pill's
gonna cure my ill...♪

You know, Katharine, you're not
singing from your diaphragm.

[strained]:
You're singing from your neck.

Mother, don't go all O&C on me.

What's O&C?

You can speak.

But can you sing?

♪ Doctor, Doctor♪

♪ Give me the news♪

♪ I've got a bad case
of loving you.♪

Randi, I could use your help.

Things are breaking bad
in the kitchen.

I can't remember which pan
is the sticky buns

and which pan
is the "funny buns."

Phil! Didn't you have a system
to keep them straight?

Yes, I did have a system,

but then you said,
"Cover the register,"

and so I did,

but the whole time I was
thinking, you should've said,

"Cover the register, please."

So then I forgot my system.

Don't make this my fault.

I'm trying to help you.

[sniffing]

Okay, usually the nose knows,

but I'm getting nothing here
but cinnamon and heaven.

That's why the bud consultant
said to get the oil.

It doesn't have a smell.

Oh, I feel so much closer to you

now that we share
a bud consultant.

Oh, gosh, I got to take the
funny batch to my mother tonight

and I don't have time to make a
new batch for tomorrow morning.

Phil, there's no two ways
about it.

We've gotta play
"sticky bun roulette."

We each try a bun from one
of the batches

and see who gets to
ride the dragon.

I've never tried pot.

But then again,
I've never tried sushi.

People seem to love that, so...

let's put a saddle
on the dragon.

Doctor, let me explain.

"O&C" stands for
"observe and critique."

When I was little,
my mother would call it a game.

"Let's play O&C," she'd say,
and then she'd look around

and find something
to criticize, like...

Oh, that painting
looks like it came from

a highway motel rummage sale.

And then I was supposed
to say something like, uh...

That guy's got tapered fingers.

His hands look like
little starfish.

Oh, good one.

-You see? It's a terrible game.
-But by honing in

on the negatives you see
in the world around you,

you learn how to accentuate
the positives in yourself.

You-- you're a doctor,
you get it.

And it was a lot more fun than
the games she wanted to play.

Like that ridiculous
galloping game.

Galloping isn't a game.

It's a way of life.

And just think how much happier
the world would be

if instead of walking
or running everywhere,

we all galloped.

Gives a nice stretch
to the back of the legs,

it's very easy on the joints.

Hey, I don't feel anything,
do you?

I don't feel anything either.
Not even my arms.

But my wings are taking me
wherever I need to go.

I keep thinking,
why have I not used 'em before?

O-Okay, buddy,
you know what, uh,

why don't you go in the kitchen
and make sure all the spices

are where they're supposed to
be, and-and I'll check on you

in a few minutes, okay?

I'm flying.

Hey, Wyatt, how can I help you?

One of the cats
licked my coffee.

Can I have a fresh one?

W... Wyatt, this is empty.

Just say you want a refill.
They're free.

PHIL:
Randi, Randi, come quick!

Excuse me.

Randi, look--
I finally have flat splits.

She'd throw a tantrum
if I wouldn't

gallop through the mall
with her.

But what would
people have thought?

People would have thought
it was such a sweet thing

for a mother to do
with her daughter.

You were 15.
People would have wondered

why I didn't
get you the help you needed.

Just because you couldn't
relate to me

doesn't mean
something was wrong with me.

Dad used to gallop home from
school with me all the time.

He was better at it than I was.

Sometimes he'd be, like,
a full two blocks ahead.

I once hitched a ride with
a dude in a van to catch up.

Your father indulged you.

He accepted me.

I wanted society to accept you.

You want me
to be a mini version of you

and are constantly
disappointed because I'm not.

Oh, it's always the mother's
fault. Getting blamed

for wanting the best
for her child.

Well, I'm sorry your father's
not here, Katharine.

I'm sorry I didn't die first.

Yeah, me, too.

Did I just say that out loud?

Mother, I didn't
mean it like that.

I wish nobody was dead, ever.

Yes, you did.
It's fine.

How long ago did he pass?

-Eight and a half months.
-Eight and a half months.

She was always a daddy's girl.
Running to him for help

when she didn't
want to do what I asked.

Like beauty pageants.

I didn't want to do 'em to begin
with, then when she forced me,

she didn't even
let me pick my own talent.

The ventriloquists never win.

That's because they had never
seen a ventriloquist

with a dummy dressed as a mummy.

A dummy mummy--
it would've killed.

SHEILA:
Anyway, he let her quit.

Don't worry, she got back at him

by bringing a date
to his funeral.

What are you talking about?

Oh, our neighbor Preston
lives with her now.

They were quite lovey-dovey
at the funeral.

Holding on to each other.
Rubbing each other's arms.

He was holding me up.
And of course Preston

would come to the funeral--
he was Harley's friend.

They went in halfsies
on a tractor mower.

Well, Preston's doing
all the mowing now.

You replaced Dad with him.

Well, you replaced Dad
with a bunch of feral cats.

She had a whole career in
academia and threw it all away

to serve coffee
and clean litter boxes.

I quit a job I hated
to create a job I loved.

Dad would've appreciated that.

He always wanted
to open a tank museum.

-War tanks, not fish tanks.
-War tanks, not fish tanks.

I honored him with my choice.

Well, I honored him by
bringing Preston into my life.

Oh, please.

I'd been married to Harley
since I was 20 years old.

When he died, Dr. Carl had to
prescribe me antidepressants

just so I could get out of bed.

You took antidepressants?
Which ones?

You know, the one with
the commercial where the woman

hangs on to a red balloon
as it flies over the city.

I tried those, too.

-Really?
-Yeah,

they gave me diarrhea.

So I switched to the one where
the cartoon dog digs a hole

and buries the woman's
depression like a bone.

Those are the ones
I tried first,

but they made me constipated.

Huh.

Isn't it interesting how two
people can try the same thing

and have a very different
experience?

Thank you.
Ever so.

All right, Phil, let's roll.

Phil?

Uh-oh.
Randi lost Phil.

Phil?

Y'all, don't freak out,
I'm right here.

Yeah, we see you, Phil.

You can see me?

You're the only ones.

Phil.
Oh, thank God you're here.

Oh, hi, Randi.

Randi can see me too

'cause we share the same blood.

Oh, excuse me.
I got a song in my head.

I've got to be the music.

So, Phil ate one of his sticky
buns that he made for his mama,

and now he's high as a kite
and thinks he's invisible.

That would explain why he
ordered the mac and cheese balls

with a side of hot fudge.

Is the irony of getting high
for your mom lost on anybody?

My mom found weed in my room--

she dragged me
straight to church

to pray the devil out of me.

I can't even drink wine in front
of my mom. It makes her cry.

[Southern accent]:
"I'm just so worried about your liver

'cause I love
every part of you so much."

[regular accent]:
She thinks I just play the piano here.

Oh, you guys are making me feel
like maybe I should call my mom.

When's the last time
you talked to her?

Like, a year ago.

-What happened?
-You kidding?

Well, I'm a little hazy
on the details,

but I know I was right.

[ghostly]:
Ooh...

They're floating.
How did they do that?

-Uh-oh.
-Ooh, ooh!

What else can float?
Here comes the purse.

Ooh. I'm gonna
put my hand in its guts!

Time to hand out
some drink vouchers.

W...

I forget that I'm invisible

but my clothes aren't.
Off they go.

Wait, wait!

-No, Phil, don't do that.
-[shouting]

I started taking antidepressants
because I kept thinking

I saw Dad in the café
drinking coffee.

Harley wouldn't be caught dead
drinking coffee.

Exactly.
But then I thought,

"Well, he is dead, so maybe."

And then one time
I saw him on the street.

I could tell by the way he
was walking that-that his knee

was bothering him,
so I started chasing after him

to tell him to go to the doctor
who did his hip surgery.

But I-I... Actually,
I was gonna tell him, like,

"You knee-ed to go
to the doctor." You get it?

My dad would have loved that.
He was a very punny guy.

And then when I finally caught
up with him, it was an old lady.

In my defense, she had
a mustache like Dad's, you know.

I hugged her.
We're still in touch.

I'm sorry I was so wrapped up
in my own grief,

I couldn't help you with yours.

Can I give you a hug?

For the record, I... I think
Preston's a really nice guy.

You know, he's just...

he's not Dad.

Not even close.

Well, that's all the time
we have for today.

Wow. Well,

this turned out
better than I thought.

And this was only
our first visit--

imagine what's gonna
happen next week.

Yes, I'm excited for him
to see you with lipstick on.

There's not gonna
be a next week.

Well, at least not here.

Why?
Are you retiring?

That's what happened
with my dentist

halfway through my root canal.

No, but therapy needs to be
a good fit for both parties,

and you're not a good fit for me

and my little starfish hands.

I just meant in comparison
to the starfish

that are, like, three feet long.

Like the ones you find
near Alaska.

I'll tell you one thing--

I'm never going
to therapy again.

You know what
I'm never gonna do again?

♪ I'm never gonna dance again♪

♪ Guilty feet
have got no rhythm♪

♪ Though it's easy to pretend♪

♪ I know you're not a fool♪

-♪ Should have known better♪
-♪ Should have known better♪

♪ Than to cheat a friend♪

♪ And waste a chance
that I've been given...♪

What happened to me?

You got the funny bun,
you lucky duck.

[phone rings]

Oh, I've got to take this.

Hey, Mom,
thanks for calling me back.

♪

♪ Tonight the music
seems so loud♪

♪ I wish that we could
lose this crowd♪

-Come on.
-♪ Maybe it's better this way♪

♪ We'd hurt each other with
the things we'd want to say♪

♪ We could have been
so good together♪

♪ We could have
lived this dance forever♪

-Shake it!
-♪ But now♪

♪ Who's gonna dance with me...♪

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