All language subtitles for Punky.Brewster.2021.S01E04_English

[shutter clicking]

[upbeat rock music]

- This is
in no way distracting.

- Just act natural.

- Mom, go away!

- Yeah, like that.

- [groans]
I was winning.

If you get back in his face,

I'll give you
what's in my pocket.

- Mm, a tube
of Earl Grey lip balm?

No, thanks.

- Never try to bribe the woman
who washes your pants.

[shutter clicking]

- What's with all the pictures?

- I'm testing out lenses
for a profile

on Chicago's own--no biggie--

Chance the Rapper.

You wanna hear my flow?

- No!

- * I got girdles
in my hoodies *

* All my homies
think it's dank *

* I miss
my cocoa butter kisses *

* I miss my cocoa butter-- *
- Mom!

You're ruining all music!

- Smile, Brandy.

Think of squirrels.

[glass shatters]

- Oops.
Is that expensive?

- Not anymore.

Izzy, you can't play
with my camera stuff!

These aren't toys.

It took me months to save up
for this lens.

- Sorry.

* I got girdles in my hoodies *

* All my homies
think it's dank *

Give myself a timeout.

- I overreacted.

I'll give myself a timeout too.

It's just a really big deal.

It's the first gig I've had
in a long time

that doesn't involve a bride

shoving cake
into a groom's face.

- Now I want cake.

- Wow.

I've never seen you
on a skateboard before.

- I'm a complex woman, Mom.

I happen to love skateboarding.

The shoes are really swaggy.
- Hmm.

Spoken like
a truly complex woman.

- Sean likes to skateboard.

- This has nothing
to do with Sean.

Now I gotta bounce.
I'm meeting Sean

to practice
some skate thingies.

- Don't you have
to finish your dress

for Teen Fashion Week?

- I'm almost done.

- It doesn't look done.

- It's a super casual look.
I'll finish.

- Are you pretending
to like skateboarding

because Sean does?

- I'm not pretending.

Now I gotta go hit my tricks.

- You know,
I was an original skater girl.

I could pull out my old board

and teach you
some kickflips and ollies.

- I don't need tips.
I'm basically a pro.

Move.
You're in my way.

Ah!
[grunts]

- Sick move.

- Thanks.

- * Hey! *

[upbeat music]

* Hey! Hey! *

- * Every time
I turn around *

- * Hey! Hey! *

* Hey! Hey! *

[knock at door, door opens]

- Hey, girl!

Why do you look like
the magician's assistant

who lost the doves?
- Mm.

Exactly the look
I was going for.

- [chuckles]
I came bearing gifts.

Lauren made you
some extra sage sticks

since you guys are all
into that "woo woo" stuff.

- Aw, your girlfriend's
a lawyer

who's got a spiritual side.

- I love watching guys
get pissed

when they realize
she's with me.

- So how is it,
shacking up together?

- Ooh, she introduced me
to her people.

- Her parents?
- No.

Her shaman and her colorist.

- Oh, so it's serious.

- What's that?

- These are sage sticks.

They get rid
of negative energy.

- Do they work on brothers?
[Punky laughs]

- [laughs]
Maybe.

It worked
on Lauren's ex-girlfriend.

But go easy 'cause it stinks.

- Can you put these
in my Zen drawer

with my incense and candles?

- Will it fit?

Your Zen drawer
is pretty stuffed.

- Ah, you just gotta
smash that sucker closed.

- Namaste.
- Mm.

If you don't like
the smell of sage,

then why don't you
just tell Lauren?

- Because I love her
the way she is--

beautiful, spiritual,

and smelling like one of those
Zen tents at Burning Man.

I don't wanna change her.

- I wish Hannah
could hear this.

I feel like she's changing
for Sean.

- Hey, girl!

- What are you wearing?

- Oh, Sean gave it to me.

It's shapeless,
and the silhouette

does nothing for me.

I love it.

- Honey, can I give you
some boy advice?

I mean, Sean is sweet and nice,

but there are two things
you don't do for a boy.

One is dump your friends,

and two is to change
who you are.

- What makes you think
I'm changing?

- I don't know,
you've always said that

jerseys are the hot dogs
of clothing.

- Fashion evolves.
And I've grown.

- Cherie, can you please
help me here?

- No, help me, Aunt Cherie.

- I agree with Punky.
Do not change for a boy.

- Yeah, see?

- But she is 15,

so she's gonna do dumb things.

- See?
Aunt Cherie gets me.

- I get you!

I gave birth to you!

I don't get her.

- She has a crush
on a cute boy.

- But how can 15 years

of raising a strong,
independent woman

just go out the window?

- Did I mention the cute boy?

- Ugh.
I can't with these teen years.

She's driving me crazy.

Is there a return policy
on kids?

[Punky and Cherie laugh]

- Swish.

Sa-wish.

A sa-wish.

- You're like the LeBron James
of sucking.

- Guys!

I gotta know.

Is there a return policy
on kids?

- What?

- I heard your mom

talking to Cherie
about getting rid of me.

- That's just Mom talk.

- I don't think so.

She was really mad
when I broke her fancy lens.

Also, I got gum in her hair,
but she hasn't noticed yet.

I'm living on borrowed time!

- Mom isn't gonna
give you back.

- You don't get it.

It happened to me once already.

And I saw all the kids who got
returned to Fenster Hall

from their foster families.

I like it here.

- Don't worry.
We were adopted.

She never tried
to give us back.

- Mom doesn't get rid
of people.

Although she did
get rid of Dad.

You need to up your game.

- How?

I'm being as adorable as I can.

- Well, when I get
into trouble,

I do double chores.

If I've done something
really bad,

I blame it on Diego.

- What?
- She expects it from you.

- What do you do?

- Doing stuff is for amateurs.

I just flash these babies.

- Gotcha.
How's this?

- More teeth.

Less like a murderer.

- Smile with your eyes.

- I feel that.
- Perfect.

* *

- Let's go. Hey, Punky!
- Hi, Mom.

- What did I tell you guys

about playing soccer
in the house?

Goal!

Go hit the showers.

- Aw, I never have to shower
at Dad's.

- That's because your father
is a child too.

- Uh, we just have
different parenting styles.

I'm more free-range.

- We're raising children,
not chickens.

- We also get to stay up late
and eat pancakes for dinner.

- Bro, you're killing me.

We sometimes have French toast.

- We need to have a chat.

- Hey, those other soccer moms
were flirting with me,

not the other way around.

- Divorced.
Don't care.

I'm worried about Hannah.
She's not acting like herself.

- Okay.
Who's she acting like?

- Sean.

All of the sudden, she's doing
none of the things she likes

and everything that he likes.

She's in there right now
watching a zombie movie.

She doesn't like scary movies.

Anything with blood and gore
makes her wanna throw up.

[flesh squelches]
- Oh!

That dude's head
came off like a cake pop!

- So cool.

[creature growls,
woman screaming]

- Um, I hope this doesn't
sound weird,

but I think your mom's
staring at me.

- Mm, yeah, that tracks.

- Seems like normal
first crush behavior.

- You're listening,
but you're not hearing me.

You don't get it
'cause you're a guy.

There's more pressure for girls
to change who we are

to make people happy.

- Hey, I get it,

but we all do dumb things
for love.

I joined a band to get a girl.

- See?

It can lead
to terrible consequences.

- If I remember correctly,

Hannah was one of
those consequences.

- Yeah, and you also
had a mullet.

- You know what I think?

I think it's hard for you,

seeing Hannah
become more independent.

She's starting to pull away,

which means
our baby's growing up.

- Hmm.

Did you get that from your
chicken parenting book?

- Come on, Sean seems
like a good kid.

- Yes, he seems
like a good kid,

but we need to get to know him

to make sure he's not
a bad influence.

- Well, Henry thought
I was a bad influence on you.

- He was right.
You were.

- Yeah, I was.

- I'm going in.

- Wait, I thought you were done

butting into her love life.

- No, that doesn't
sound like me.

I've got plenty
of butting to do.

- Maybe we give
Hannah her space

and let her figure things out
for herself.

- I can't do that.
I'm her mom.

Anybody want some popcorn?

- Sure.
- Okay.

- Great.
Scooch over.

[eerie music plays on TV]

So tell me about yourself,
Sean.

- Uh, well, I was born here
in Chicago.

I'm a Scorpio.

- Mom, we're trying
to watch a movie.

- I'm surprised you can handle
all that brain slurping.

I mean, he's just
gobbling it up.

- Excuse me.

- Finally, we get a chance
to talk alone.

So how do you feel about
a strong, independent woman?

[vacuum whirring]

- [laughs]
Hey, that tickles!

- [sighs]
Sorry.

Just doing some extra chores.

[vacuum turns off]

- Why don't we take a break?

You want a juice box?

- Make it a double.

- Tough day, huh?

- You seem like a nice guy.

Cute smile.
Decent shape for an old man.

- Thanks.
[laughs]

- So what exactly did you do
to get kicked out of the house?

- Well,
I didn't get kicked out.

Two grown-ups came
to a mutual decision.

- Right.

- All right.

I was on tour a lot,
so I wasn't around much.

I missed Hannah's first words,
Daniel's first steps,

Diego's first ringworm.

Actually pretty glad
I missed that.

But then it becomes the norm,

and you realize you've become
invisible in their lives.

They don't even
miss you anymore

because you're gone so much.

- Got it.
Don't be a selfish jerk.

- [laughs]

Pretty much, yeah.

But you know,
you don't have to sweat it.

You're awfully popular
around here.

Everything okay?
- Yeah.

Just trying to figure out
how to fit in around here.

- [scoffs]

Me too, Iz.

Me too.

But we're gonna be okay.

- That's just
the juice box talking.

[mellow music]

* *

- Don't you think
you're going overboard?

- Yeah, there's a fine line

between making yourself
look good and us look bad.

- You said to do more chores.

- I was just trying to get you

to clean Diego's side
of the room.

- She is Windexing her pillow.

Forget it.
She's too far gone.

- Laundry patrol.

- Hello, pretty lady.
Let me do that.

- Don't worry, I've got it.
You relax.

- But doing laundry
is how I relax.

Those are
my two favorite things--

chores,
and a big, friendly smile.

- Hmm.

- Also, just so you know,
I'm not going on tour.

- Uh, okay, but I know
you've had to grow up fast.

I just don't want you
to grow up too fast.

I already miss Hannah.

- You got rid of her?

- She's not
my little girl anymore.

- I got her this music box
when she was about your age.

She used to listen to it
every night

before she went to sleep.

- Now she plays Billie Eilish.

Where does the time go?

[music box playing lullaby]

- Maybe Travis is right.

Maybe I'm worrying for nothing.

* *

[sniffing]

So she does still use
the music box.

[upbeat music]

* *

- Okay, I'm not mad,
but we need to talk about this.

- Yeah.
We do.

What were you doing
snooping around in my stuff?

- Okay, now I'm mad.

First of all,
I wasn't snooping,

and even if I was,
I bought your stuff,

so really, it's our stuff.

- Mom, you're overreacting.

Can't we just talk about this
like rational adults?

- No, because
you're not an adult,

and I'm not rational right now.

- Look, I've never smoked.
It's not even mine.

- Then whose is it?

- I'm not gonna tell you that.

- Ah.
I have a pretty good idea.

- It's not what you think.

- I think it's exactly
what I think.

- You would think that.

- I could do this
all day, sister,

so you might as well
just tell me.

- Just ground me now.

- Don't tell me
how to punish you.

You're grounded!
- Good!

both: Ugh!

- So how long are we thinking?
Two weeks?

- Look, I know you're upset,

but is it really
that big a deal?

I mean, I did pot
when I was a teenager.

I'm okay.

- There's a lot
to unpack there.

But shouldn't we try
for more than okay?

Things are different now.

- Yeah, it's legal.

- Not for her.
She's a teenager.

- Well...

I do know one way
we could get rid of it.

- The sad thing is,
I don't know

if you're joking or serious.

- Then I'm gonna
go with "joking."

- This is going
in the Zen drawer

until we figure this out.

[drawer contents rattling]

[grunts]

Stupid Zen drawer.

- Honestly, I don't think

you're getting the most
out of the Zen drawer.

- See, this is why
we're not together anymore.

You never take anything
seriously.

- Hey, I'm here now,

and I'm seriously ready
to parent my butt off.

- Okay, so what do we do?

- Uh, well,

I think we should
talk to Hannah

and try to convince her that

whoever put her
in this position

isn't a true friend.

- That's ridic--

actually,
that's a pretty good idea.

- Thank you very much.

- But Hannah's not talking.

She's strong.

But we can break Sean.

- So what, you want
to interrogate him?

- No, we just ask him
polite questions,

and if he refuses to answer,

we break out the pliers.

- [laughs]

* *

[knock at door]
- That's Sean.

- How do you know?

- He has that suspicious knock.

And Hannah said
he was coming over to study.

Okay, put on your parent face.

More disappointed.

Yes.
That's it.

Oh, hello, Sean.

- Uh, hi.

- We need to have a word
with you about something.

It's a little awkward.

- Is this about
Mrs. Brewster's crush on me?

- No, but tell me about that.

- I don't have a crush on you!

- Well, you're kinda
always staring at me.

You're smiling at me.

And there was that one time

you touched my hand
in the popcorn bowl.

- Oh, my God.

- Let's put Punky's
crush on you aside.

- There is no crush.

- We wanna talk to you
about drugs.

- Well, that seems
inappropriate too.

- What we're saying is,

we found a joint
in Hannah's room.

You wanna tell us about it?

- We know it's yours.

- Why would you think
it's mine?

Is this because
I have a tie-dye shirt?

Because I made that at camp.

- Hannah has totally changed

since you started
coming around.

Horror films, skateboarding,
the Bulls?

None of that is like her.

And now she's your drug mule.

- It's not mine.
I have severe asthma.

I couldn't smoke
if I wanted to,

which I don't.

- Dude, you know
they have edibles.

- Parent face!

- But don't ever do them.

- Hannah really smokes pot?

And she's been pretending
to like what I like?

I thought we had
a real connection.

- Sean?
What are you doing?

- Your mom and dad
wanted to talk to me.

- I've got a great idea.

Let's stop that right now.

Come on.
We're out of here.

- That didn't go so well,
did it?

You don't think
he's gonna tell her

what we spoke about, do you?

- Yes, yes, I do.

- He said he needed space.

He said he didn't know
who I was anymore.

You know, I don't--
I don't get it.

I did everything he wanted.

I skateboarded.
I watched zombie movies.

I even wore that stupid
polyester Bulls jersey.

It was polyester.

Just doesn't make any sense.

- [sighs]

Love makes no sense.

Well, better hit the road.

- Sit.

- This may be a teeny,

tiny bit our fault.

- What do you mean?

- We may have asked Sean

about the joint we found
in your bedroom,

and maybe accused him
of giving it to you.

- Oh, my God!

- We learned a lot about him.

Do you know that
he has severe asthma?

- [scoffs]
He thinks I'm a pothead?

- No, uh,
just a recreational user?

- You broke up
me and my boyfriend!

- Okay, we had
to do something, all right?

Now, someone
was giving you drugs,

and we had to find out
who the bad influence is.

- It's you, Dad.
- What?

- It's your joint.

It fell out
of your guitar case,

and I didn't want Mom
to freak out at you,

so I hid it.

- Oh, man.

[sighs]

I'm the bad influence.

Why didn't you
just come to me about it?

- I was going to,

but the mom police
found it first.

Look, I know Dad's lifestyle
has been one of your issues.

And lately, you guys have been
getting along so well together.

- You wanted me to think
he had changed.

- Wait, wait.
I have changed.

I haven't smoked in ages.

It must have been in that case
since forever.

[sighs]
Look, I'm so sorry, kiddo.

I know I haven't always been
the best role model,

but I'm going to get better.

Starting with flushing
that joint down the toilet.

- Oh, honey.

Now I know why you've been
trying to change for Sean.

Because you saw Dad and I
grow apart.

- You said,
"Don't change for Sean,"

but you wanted Dad to change.

That's why you broke up.

- Partly.

But you can't
make somebody change.

And you can't pretend
to be someone you're not.

For your dad and me,

maybe he didn't change enough
and I changed too much.

I just didn't want you
to make the same mistakes.

- I do hate skateboarding.
- [laughs]

- Inanimate objects
keep running into me.

- I should go fix things
with Sean.

- No!

You and Dad
have done enough damage.

I'll handle this.

- Probably for the best.

- And FYI,

you guys are the reason
I have no interest in drugs.

One of us has to be
a responsible adult.

- You are so ungrounded!

- I already ungrounded myself.

- I did the laundry.

Good news is,

these clothes fit me.

Bad news is,

they're your clothes.

- Well, I'll just wear it
as a scarf.

- I give up.

I tried chores.

I told you
you were pretty

even when you had crust
in your eyes.

And my face hurts from smiling.

So you can drive me back
to Fenster Hall and return me.

- Why would I do that?

- 'Cause I broke
your fancy lens.

Let's face it.
I'm not the perfect kid.

- You're not going anywhere.

We all make mistakes.

I just made a biggie.

- Really?

- Honey, if you didn't
make mistakes,

this wouldn't be
the right family for you.

But just so you know,
if you get into trouble,

I'm gonna treat you
like all my kids.

- Awesome.

But I'm gonna pay you back.

How about I give you
50% of my allowance

for the rest of my life?

- Mm.

You can keep your money.
I'll settle for a hug.

[chuckles]

- Boy, did you make
a bad deal.

- [laughs]

- Hey, the join--
uh, funny cigarette

is not in the Zen drawer.

I can't find it anywhere.

- Uh...
[sniffs]

Trav, do you smell that?

- Smells like
Willie Nelson's tour bus.

- Daniel's burning
one of your sage sticks

to clear bad energy
from our room.

- And your foot stink.

- That's not a sage stick!

Everyone open the windows
and nobody breathe!

* *

[toilet flushes]

[mellow music]

- Whoa!
This is, like, fashion!

- Thank you.

I made it
for Teen Fashion Week.

- I love how creative you are.

- I love how you love things
about me.

Let's watch a movie together.

- "The Purge."
- "Pitch Perfect 3."

* *

[mellow rock music]

* *

- * We're all the same *

* We belong *

* *

* All together now *

* All together now *

* All together now *