All language subtitles for girls5eva.s01e04.720p.web.h264-ggez_track3_[eng]

- * Sitting at my piano *

Write your truth, Dawn.

* Sitting at my
friend's piano *

* In my apartment *

* Actually,
it's my brother's apartment *

* I still pay him rent *

[sighs]

How does Flo Rida do this?

[mechanical whirring]
Aah! Oh.

- Yo, keep it down.

There's a kid in here
somewhere, I think.

- See you later, baby.
- Vibes, girl.

[blows raspberry]

[both laughing]

- Did you have a sex guest

in my four-year-old's room?

- Max crawls into your bed
every night at midnight.

I texted Cray at midnight 15.

- Where did you meet
someone named Cray?

- At the Instagram wall
in the vape lounge

of the sriracha museum.

It's a very spiritual place.

- Does he know how old you are?

Do you know how old you are?

Because you won't
even wear reading glasses.

[background jazz]

* *

- I'll have the Shiraz, please.

I know I'm 40-blah-blah.

It's just that back in the day,

I was always the younger one
dating older industry creeps,

and now it's my turn.

I control the games.

- Is that the healthiest thing?

- Have you written
our single yet?

- Back off. I'm working on it.

- Wow, somebody's
a little hunty.

- Don't you mean hangry?

- I don't.

- No.

The greatest songwriter
in the world,

Dolly Parton,
starts writing at 3:00 a.m.

and she fasts while she writes.

So I'm following
the Dolly method

till I write us a hit.

If she can write "Jolene" and
"I Will Always Love You"

on the same day,

I can write us a song
that's not owned

by some evil record dude.

- The old me probably
would have dated

that evil record dude
and had to wait at Ivan's

while he did
the CMA red carpet alone,

but the tables
are turned, baby.

- Forgot my socks.

Nut tap, huh!

[both laughing]

- It's wonderful.
We have a shorthand.

[energetic music]

- * Gonna be famous 5eva *

* 'Cause 4eva's 2 short *

* It's too short *

* Gonna be famous 3gether *

* 'Cause that's
1 more than 2gether *

* Gonna be famous 5eva *

* 'Cause 4eva's too short *

* Girls 5eva *

- Thank you
for bringing me here.

- Well, Zahir is a genius.

Oh, there he is.

- What are we doing?

- Well, I gotta find
my popstar look.

Play with the angles,
but no mohawk,

'cause I have a dent
on this side

from trying to hang
a flat screen TV.

- And I'm thinking I need to
freshen up the extensions.

- There was a mudslide
at Bella Hadid's ranch,

so we just got some horse in.

- Oh, well, actually,

Kev's flying in tonight,

so I was thinking I splurge

and go human.

- Lucky man!

I got a wonderful supplier
out of Brighton Beach.

The hot dog smell
will dissipate

after four or five washes.
- Yum!

You're coming
to the BBQ, right?

- Oh, of course we are.

Wickie, Dawn, all of us.

So this is Kev's

monthly visit, huh?

- Yeah, I know,
it really sucks.

They just work him
so hard at WTIT.

It's crazy.

Like some nights,
he doesn't even make it home.

He has to sleep over
at the weatherman's house.

- Oh, boy.

Summer, you know that
you can always talk to me

about how you and Kev
are doing.

- We're amazing.

- It's just, you know,
distance

can kill even
the most amazing relationship.

When Caroline took that
adjunct professor job

up in Ithaca, we thought
we could handle the distance,

and it just wrecked me.

I started self-medicating
with Spaniels--

- Gloria,

I'm sorry,

but that would never happen
with me and Kev.

We're Summer and Kev.

- * Summer and Kev's *

* Sweetheart sweats *

* Sweating with your
sweetheart's *

* Better than sex *

- We're boy band and
girl group's royal couple.

- Okay, forget I said anything.

* Takin' those words
and putting 'em back *

* Zipping it up *

Withdrawn, just like my 20s.

[pop]

- Yo, you and Scott,
you guys having trouble?

You know, I saw a man's shadow
on the Nest Cam last night.

You're cheating.
- What? No.

He was with Ricky.
You have a Nest Cam?

- Yeah, it's my apartment.

Your song said so.

- It's not a song yet.

- I used to have dreams,
you know that?

I wanted to be Keith Hernandez,

but I had to give it up,
because, you know,

you can't be another person.

The science
is just not there yet.

- I'm not giving up.

I just need something
to write about.

Like, Dolly Parton wrote
Jolene about a bank teller

that flirted with her husband.

- Perfect. Go to the bank,
and when you're there,

you can deposit
last night's cash.

Don't let 'em tell you
they can't accept it

if it's wet, all right?

Look, I got a bunch
of other stuff here.

You're looking for inspiration,

I just handed you
a whole album.

And you better take me
to the GRAMMYs and not Mom.

- You're not holding up
restaurant sauce

on the red carpet.

- Oh, yeah, I am.
Love you!

- I just love it.

You're a snack.
- Ha. Thank you.

- Sorry, gorg,
your card's been declined.

Okay, I don't like this part,

but we're gonna need
to take the hair back.

- Whoa!
- Ah, ah, I meant to say

that I am treating today
because you brought me here.

- Oh.

- Do you have Kev
share that account?

- We share everything.

Finances, jeans,

respect and admiration
for the troops.

- Maybe call
the credit card company

and see what or

who he's spending money on.

- I thought that
you were zipping it.

- I'm just trying
to keep an eye out for you.

- Gloria!

I trust...my husband.

I love my husband.

I love his soul.

I love his swoopy boy band hair

that caused one of his eyes

to atrophy and turn inward.

God put me and Kev together.

- PR reps put you
and Kev together

to sell Noxzema.

- And who do you think
created the PR reps?

Ha ha.

Actually, before the BBQ,

we're gonna have this
supes chill bible study.

We're gonna talk about
lasting relationships.

You should come,

because what you'll get to see

is a very happy couple.

I'm probably
like the happiest person

that's ever been in here.

[nervous laughing]

* *

- No.

You must see a lot of stuff
from behind that counter.

Anything crazy?

You ever hit on
somebody's husband, or...

- One time,

somebody put dog shit
in the ATM,

and I had to scrape it out
with an envelope.

[woman, distantly]
Next.

- * Woof, woof, woof *

* Got a deposit, Mommy *

- Not for me.

[energetic funk]

* *

- Hey, you know that, um,

that Sierra Mist,
that's not free.

- I dropped it into this cup,

and now I'm cleaning it up
with my mouth.

- Wait a second.

I know that look.

You got the vampire glow
going on.

Are you feasting on youth?

- Yes.

I am dating a younger guy.

I finally get why men do this.

They're so firm and happy.

- Welcome to the club.

Hey, um, how young
we talking here?

- Maybe 20.
- How many abs?

- All.

- Oh, boy.

20 with abs, you know, with
that comes a lot of upkeep.

This is how
you keep them on the hook.

You take them to Atlantic City
on their birthdays.

Twice a month,
get 'em jewelry.

Here's a hot tip:

Pavé is still diamonds
but is cheaper.

And most importantly,

take the erection pill
when the appetizer comes.

- We are not alike.

Unlike you, I'm a hot
and captivating woman.

- I admit that you're way
better looking than me,

all right, I get that,

but there's a clock
on these things, all right?

One day you're getting
out of a hot tub naked

and then realize
that your butt crack

is only an inch long,
and--bam!

It's over.

A second alarm goes off.

- No, in my circles,

the December
always dumps the May.

- You know,
this whole thing about

a woman exploiting
a man sexually,

personally to me,
it's disgusting.

But it's 2015, so God bless.

- It's 2021.

- Don't fight me on everything,
all right?

- Hot Topic Crystal Visa.

This call is being recorded,
and I am judging you.

- Could you just go over

the most recent charges,
please?

- Let's see...

a lot of activity
out of the Tampa area.

Big charges to a florist.

You purchased
a two-seater Sea-Doo.

Hotel stay in the Keys.

A bulk order of 200 condoms.

Jealous.

- * Uh, oh, boy *

* You've gone and made
a big mistake *

- * So now you're zoom zoom *

* Is gonna go boom boom *

* Zoom zoom boom boom *

* Should of thought twice *

* Zoom zoom boom boom *

* You're gonna pay the price *

* Sorry Mr. Buddha
but there's some kinda spell *

* With a C-A-R *

* I need to ruin zooms *

* Every cheated girl
hasn't used *

* And golf clubs are fire,
like Angela Bassett *

* It's either this
or throwing suits *

* Out of an upstairs window *

[clattering]

- I'm no Dolly Parton.

- Well, that's good.

I don't think the world
could survive two of us.

- Dolly Parton?

- That's what it says
on my amusement park.

- Dolly!

I-I tried what you did.
It didn't work.

I can't write a song.

- That's 'cause you're looking
outside for ideas.

"Jolene" was about how I felt.

What do you feel right now?

- I'm...

I feel like what business
do I have writing anything?

What if I don't have
what it takes

and I let everybody down?

Because outside of being a mom,

I haven't tried at anything
in so long.

I'm not even sure how to do it.

It's like how you know
how to walk,

but then you think
about walking

and you can't.

Suddenly you're in charge
of a complicated spaceship.

- Darling,
you're onto something.

What else scares you?

- Everything.

Panic attacks, guns,

accidently being a Karen.

Just about anything prolapsing.

- Oh, what about
that flesh eating bacteria

you can get from pedicures?

- Uh-huh.

- This is all songwriting gold.

- It is?

- Come on, let's get to work.

- Hey, Mrs. Bello,
how you feeling, huh?

- Stop asking.

I'm from that village
in Italy where nobody dies

'cause of community.

- Yeah, you pay
40 bucks a month.

Why don't you go live
with your kids, huh?

- I don't like their wives.

- Yeah, you killing me,
you know that?

Seriously.
Seriously killing me.

Hey, whoa, J.Lo.

Did Biebs dump you yet, huh?

- Please, this relationship
will be over

when I say it's over.

- All right, all right,
I see what's going on here.

You bought him a car, huh?

- Cray has his own money.

He's a gamer.

His office chair cost $45,000.

- Whoa, let me
get this straight.

He's the young one,

and he's the one
with the money?

No, no, no,
that's not how it works.

Never, ever.
You're playing with fire.

Get out before
the clock runs out.

- Enjoy your night alone, Nick.

- You're never alone
when you're at

Valley's Total Fitness.

[energetic music]

* *

[dramatic, heavenly chords]

- Do not be roped in
by his beauty.

- Ah.

Wow, babe, you look gorg.

I know
your love language, babe.

I wanted to get you
Dior sunnies too,

but our credit card
got funked up.

Identity theft.

- Identity theft?

- The devil is busy.

[energetic music]

Wow, y'all, wow!

- I bet a bear
or maybe a man did it.

Or there's been
a lot of wind lately.

- Well, that's
a lot of wind, babe.

- There's a song in you, Dawn.

Let's get it out.

[uplifting music]

* *

- C.

A minor.

G, G, G minor.

- You're going too fast.

* *

Ah.

Only the muse can eat.

We gotta get you
out of your head.

Protect it!
Oh!

Nothing but net.

Now you're cooking
with bird grease.

- I have interviewed
the biggest names in Tampa.

Brooke Hogan,

John Cena's leg day trainer,

but y'all are the real stars.

Get on in there.
Find yourself a seat.

- Oh.
- Oh!

- Oh, you came.

- Hi, you two.

- Hey girl, hey.

Loving the J swag.

- Oh, well, yeah,
I'm short on church merch,

so I added J-E
to an old census shirt.

- Ah, nah, you're good.

We're the cool kind
of Christians who wear sneakers

and compare the bible
to characters

from "The Office."

- So, Kev, how's Tampa?

Who are your friends?
Do you have a finsta?

- Hey, Gloria,
let me help you find a seat.

Do you know what
I just realized?

- What?

- Divorced people just want

everybody else to get divorced.

You are worse than people
who do CrossFit.

- I don't want to be divorced.

I want to be back
with Caroline so bad

I had one of her crowns
put in my mouth,

but my body keeps rejecting it.

I just don't
want you to have blinders

on with that guy.

- I don't.

There is nothing
shady going on.

It was identity thieves.

- Really?
- Yes!

- * Judas is Dwight Schrute *

* And Jesus is Darryl *

* From the warehouse *

- The power of Christ
compels me

to tell you...
y'all are rad.

- Yeah, baby.

- And I know from the outside

we make it look pretty easy.

The red carpets,

the press,

our album of clean Christmas
hip hop duets

sold exclusively
at Cracker Barrel.

I mean, we're Kev and Summer.

- Uh, we're Summer and Kev.

- Oh!
- [laughing]

- She's the boss.

But friends, things aren't
always easy at home.

I'm gonna get mad real with you

and let you in
on what's happening

behind closed doors.

My baby blue BMW Z3

that got me featured
on Clergy and Cars Instagram

was attacked last night.

- It's mostly surface damage.

Probably from storms?

- Some misguided soul was
filled with mad jealously

because of the #blessings
God has bestowed on my family.

They even carved "carma"
into the paint

with a C-A-R.

Some sick stuff, bro.

Well, let's see
how clever they are

when they're riding in the back
of a black and white C-A-R.

That's right,
I'm talking about a--

- Limousine, y'all.
- Police car.

- Oh, right.

Police. Justice.

- What's done in the dark

comes to light.

[keyboard piano playing]

* God's flashlight *

* Illuminates secrets *

* Powered by truth *

* And batteries *

- My God, it's a hit.

- You really think so?

- Yes. She must be heard.

- I'm gonna go show
the girls, Dolly Parton.

- Thank you.
- Yes.

- You smashed Kev's car.

- No, it was crime.

- Karma with a C?

That is a deep dive
back catalogue Girls5eva lyric.

You found something.

- I thought I did,

but you got into my head,

and then the credit card lady
said that there were condoms

and hotels, but then
Kev did my love languages.

- What is the plan here?
There are cops involved.

- O-M gosh, babe.

We are supes blessed.

- Hello.

- We got a match on some
hair fibers in the vehicle.

It was that woman.

- Yulia Kalashnik
out of Brighton Beach.

- Scumbag.

And a bad haircut on her.
- Yeah.

She could have used some longer
layers to frame her face.

- You guys are incredible.
Right, babe?

- Yes.

- Well, please let
Ms. Kalashnik know

that we are Christians,
so we forgive her.

- Yes.

- And then lock her ass up.

- Let's go finish
the paperwork?

- Yeah. Gung-gung!

- That is obviously the woman
from your extensions.

- I can't believe
they traced it to my hair.

I pooped in the glovebox.

- You have to say something.

- You know, I feel like
I'm being a very rude host.

I'm gonna go check
on my other guests.

- Hello, Nick.
- Hey, Wickie.

- Look who followed me to a
lame barbecue in New Jersey.

And, yes, I slept over
last night.

Mm, 2002 was a golden year.

I won a four-figure class
action suit

against the Kids' Choice Awards

because their slime
contains Roundup.

I beat Vivica A. Fox

at Rock N' Jock, badminton,

and Hugh Hefner
told me through mutuals

that he would.

Champagne me, baby.

- Whew...wow.

This is, um,

this is breaking
my freaking brain.

He's young, he's rich,

and he's way too confident
to have a weird dick.

You know, guys can tell
these types of things.

I mean, I don't know,
this just makes no sense to me.

Unless...

- He's in love with me.
- He's in love with you.

Oh, no.

- Oh, I feel so bad
for all of the women

who come after me.

- Stop avoiding me.

You can't let
an innocent woman

take the fall for you.

- Listen to me.

I am sure that Yulia
is no saint.

Aha, "I am guilty."

See? She's bad.

- "I am guilty of never being
able to send enough money

"back home to my dozen sisters.

We were separated by war--"

This is "Humans of New York"?

They only feature angels.

Why don't you just
tell the truth?

- Because.

I love Kev

and I have a daughter with Kev,

and I'm not gonna ruin
my one weekend a month

that I get with him

because I had a rosé explosion.

- Okay, Summer, okay.

But come on.

W-W-D-W-D?

What Would Darryl
from the Warehouse Do?

- I did it.

I wrote Girls5eva's new single.

- Great.

What's it about?

[relaxed piano playing]

- * I'm afraid of heights,
afraid of flying *

* I'm afraid I might
be a little stupid *

* To write this song *

- Yes.
- That's sweet.

- * I'm afraid
that during high winds *

* The stop sign will uproot *

* And decapitate me *

* Or that I might thrive
under Scientology *

* I'm afraid
that after I die *

* Some will have sex
with my dead body *

* And be like "Not worth it" *

- Ah, this is unrelatable.

- * I'm afraid
I could raise a son *

* Who get radicalized
on Reddit *

* Or that he'll
"Back to the Future" *

* And I'll think he's hot *

* And I'm afraid *

* I could accidently *

* Text a pic of my vagina *

* To my dad *

- Dad's phone,
it can't even get texts.

All right? I gotta print out
his porn for him.

- Okay, fine,
I will do the right thing.

Just make this stop.

Aah--

- Now, I've got
two middle names,

so do you want 'em both, or how
do you want to handle this?

- Babe. So sorry, so sorry.
- Yeah, babe.

- Um, babe...

Yulia didn't kill your car.

It was...

Stevia.

- What?

- Yeah.

The DNA match,

it's gotta be
from her hair extensions.

- Ohhh...

- See, babe,

Stevia

misses you.

This one weekend a month,

it's just not enough
for Stevia.

- Ah, dang.

This is tween acting out 101.

Ah, babe,
I've been a butthead.

Look, Tampa's mad busy, but...

I could come back
two weekends a month.

- Ah!

Stevia would really like that.
- Yeah?

- Also, she said
that we should kiss more.

- Huh.

Okay, yeah.

Mm, mm, mmmm, mmmmmm.

Ah, supes hot, babe.

I'm gonna go tell 'em
we're dropping the charges.

- Okay.

Ah, oh, my gosh.

Gloria.

We did it.

- I had nothing to do
with whatever that was.

- Well, you said that distance
kills a relationship

and now...

I got rid of some
of the distance.

- I did say that.

Okay.

You enjoy your weekend.

- Thank you, pretty baby.

Let's go, babe.

- Ugh, Dawn's song
was just embarrassing.

Reminds me of the time Dan
Cortese showed me his poetry.

- You know,
I don't understand this

at all, but, uh,

good luck to you two, I guess.

- Thank you.

See, Cray,
Nick doubted our thang

'cause what
he doesn't get is that we--

[phone alarm going off]

- On twigs.
[horn tooting]

- Yup!
- Oof!

- Yup.

[both giggling]

- What is happening?
- It's for TikTok.

We'll add music
and graphics later.

- Who is he?
- That's my twin brother, Ray.

- And that's
my twin brother Cray.

[together] And together,
we're Cray.

- This whole thing
was a 48 for 48 challenge,

a prank to see if we could
get an older woman

to date us for 48 hours
without her noticing.

- Oh, my God, Cray.

I Stan you guys.

I love the one
where you give Ambien

to a bunch of first responders.

- Thanks lil' ho.
Everyone said it was impossible,

especially our girlfriends,

'cause we had tried it
with a bunch of other ladies

who knew right away,
but you never did.

You're a straight up
narcissist, Wickie!

Ha ha!

- But we had sex.

How dare you.

- Nah, man.
- We never touched you.

[video game noises]

[sexual moaning]

- I have been told
that my sexuality

is slightly performative.

- Pfft! Wickieroy,

you got Crayed!

Hahaha!

- This is amazing,
'cause the world,

you know, it finally
makes sense again, so...

just hang in there, all right?

Be strong. You got this.

- Oh, honey.

- TikTok dicklets.

- Well, how'd it go?

- Bad, Dolly Parton.
What the hell?

- Maybe fasting's
not your thing.

Maybe you're more of an Elvis.

- I started talking about
corpse sex immediately.

Why'd you let me do that?

- Because I'm not
the real Dolly Parton.

I'm your hallucination
of Dolly Parton.

That's why I don't look
or sound quite right.

That's why my eyes
are as brown as donkey shit.

My ass hasn't been this big

since Beth's little whorehouse.

I'm starting to think you don't
know that much about her.

- I know you're
a coal miner's daughter.

- Ha ha! That's Loretta Lynn.

Now look,

you can't expect
your first song

to be anything
more than racoon tits.

The real Dolly
wrote 5,000 songs

before she had that magic day

where she wrote two hits.

The good news
is you've only got

4,999 more to go.

You started writing.

That's more
than most people do.

Now keep doing.

- You're right, Dolly.

- Ha ha!

Goodbye, Dawn.

[uplifting music]

- I need to eat something.

- [laughing to self]

Oh.

Hmm...

Yeah.

That feels good.

- Ma'am, we're very much
pranking you.

- Mm-hmm.

- * And I'm afraid
that on Ancestry.com *

* I might find out I have
a bunch of half-siblings *

* And they'll want
to be in my life *

* I'm afraid that
if I got an awful disease *

* I wouldn't be brave *

* I'd just be
a bitch and be mean *

* Or if I needed emergency
heart surgery *

* The doctor would go
"Hello nipple hair" *

* I'm afraid *

* That under every bus stop
is a sinkhole of rats *

* And I'm afraid *

* They lie
about expiration dates *

* And my hummus is fungus *

* I'm afraid that
the second I leave town *

* I'll get a UTI *

* Why can't they just sell
those pills over the counter *

* I don't need a doctor *

* I know exactly what it is *

* Oh *

* Back to my kid *

* I have more stuff
about him *

* I only breastfed
for four months *

* Is he gonna
be a bond trader? *

* And of course *

* I'm afraid that
my grandparents' ghosts *

* Have all seen me *

* Masturbate *

* I'm sorry *

* I'm sorry Nana *

- Good night everybody.
- Good night.