All language subtitles for Red.Oaks.S02E03.1080p.WEBRip.X264-DEFLATE_track3_eng

All right, all right.

Honey, you want some bacon?

It's not actually bacon.
It's this stuff, Sizzlean,

that my doctor wants me to eat.

I wonder if it's kosher.
No, it's not.

It's not kosher. It's, uh--
Pork is the first ingredient.

Dude, fuck NYU.
You don't need them.

Plenty of cool directors
never went to film school,

like Kubrick and, um--

- Kurosawa.
- Exactly.

- And that's just the K's.
- Mm-hmm.

I don't know, I can't help
thinking maybe it's a sign,

like I'm wasting my time,
fooling myself.

I mean, let's face it,
just 'cause I like movies

and screwing around
with video cameras and Super-8
doesn't make me Spielberg.

Maybe it's time
I face facts and move on
like you have with Misty.

I didn't really
have a choice.

Still.

Man, our lives
really suck balls.

All right, I gotta get going.

What are you wearing?

Figured it would help me
get into character.

I shaved three times
this morning.

Shit. Sorry, dude.

Do you ever regret
dropping out of college?

Sometimes.

I mean, if I hadn't,
Misty would probably
respect me more now.

Then again, I probably wouldn't
be working at Red Oaks,

and she and I wouldn't
have become friends
in the first place.

Wish me luck.

Next.

Sorry.

- Name.
- Levine, Zachary.

Registration and I.D.,
please.

It says here
you weigh 145 pounds.

Yeah, I'm a big stress eater.

Next.

Name.

I've got to give you credit,
boychick.

Most of my assistants
over the years

have been young men
of limited ambition

who were content to set
their romantic sights

on lowly maids
and massage therapists.

But not you. No.

You went and bagged
the president's daughter.

- It's not like that.
- Bup-bup-bup-bup-bup.

Don't apologize.

It's inspiring.

In fact,
it's made me realize

I've been setting
my own sights too low.

I deserve to be with
a higher class of woman,

a woman of culture
and refinement,

one who appreciates me
not only for my athleticism

and brooding good looks,
but for what's in here.

Aha.

Top of the morning to you,
Mr. Getty.

- I wanna hit!
- Okay, just wait here
and I'll--

Not with you!

I'll get my racquet.

Next time you pick up
my daughter,

I appreciate if you have
the courtesy to come inside.

Don't just sit in the car
honking like a fucking
airport shuttle.

- Sorry.
- It's called showing respect.

Yes, sir.

And bring her home
at a decent hour.

What's a decent hour?

Midnight.

Isn't that kind of early?
I mean, she's 21.

Midnight.

Shall we? All right.

David, if you would clear
the court, please.

Forehand or backhand today,
sir?

Oh, I think you're
gonna like this one.

Mmm. Oh!

- Hi, Herb.
- Hey, kid.

- How's school?
- I didn't get in
the program I wanted,

so I'm kind of taking a break.

Smart. Pace yourself.

You got your whole life
to make good decisions.

I gotta go teach a lesson.

Dude, how'd it go?

It was fine.

- Nobody was suspicious?
- Nope.

Thanks, man.
You saved my life.

Wait. I have something
for you, too.

- What's this?
- Faulkner.

"The Sound and the Fury."

Tough read,
but totally worth it.

It'll do more to build your
vocab and reading comprehension

than any stupid SAT book.

- Thanks, Wheeler.
- Hey.

Come across any words
you don't know, come find me.

I gotta go run this
out to the pool.

- Need anything else?
- No.

Oh...

Here you go, Mrs. Getty.

- Enjoy.
- Thank you, Wilder.

- It's Wheeler.
- It's Wheeler, ma'am.

- Whatever.
- It's a little early in the day

for happy hour,
don't you think?

- What?
- I just need
your account number, sir.

- Really?
- Yes. I'm sorry.

I'm new to this job.
I'm sure I'll have it
memorized soon.

- It's 418.
- Thank you, sir.

Jesus Christ.

You know, it wouldn't kill you
to be nicer to people.

- What people?
- She means the help.

She's concerned
for their wellbeing

now that she's dating one.

Why should I be nice to them?

- Karma.
- Karma.

Yeah. You know,
the Hindu concept?

I tip them
so I don't have to be nice.

That's the American concept.

How about out you give
your lungs a break, huh?

- You smoke.
- Cigars don't count.

Why not?

Because they don't give you
lung cancer.

No, just mouth cancer.

- So that's fine.
- That's not a real thing.

- Yes, it is.
- No, it's not.

- Name one person who's
ever died of mouth cancer.
- Sigmund Freud.

It wasn't cigars
that killed that guy.

It was a dirty mind.

Seriously, sweetie,
I really don't like you smoking.

That's too bad.
I'm a grown woman.

I did it all the time in Paris.

Well, this isn't Paris.

I'm going for a swim.

Two weeks.

She's home two weeks,
and already you're
at each other's throat.

You both drive me crazy.

Hey, you're Misty, right?
Wheeler's friend?

Yeah.

I'm Skye.

I know.

I heard that you just
got back from Paris.

Yeah, yeah, two weeks ago.

How was it?

It was amazing. Yeah.

Wow. I better get back.
See you around.

Wow. That's huge.
Are you sure?

I just think my time
will be better spent

in New York
focusing on painting...

you know, instead of
sitting in a lecture hall

at Sarah Lawrence.

Well, at least one of us
will be living in the city.

You'll come visit me.

Yeah.

What are you doing?

- Cheering you up--
- Okay.

It's not that hard.

- Do you need to get that?
- No. No.

Doesn't your dad have
an answering machine?

- Or something?
- He hasn't unpacked it yet. No.

Just get-- Just get the phone.

Ow!

Motherfuck.

Hello?

Hi, sweetie, it's Mom.

- Hey, Mom.
- Are you okay?

Why are you so out of breath?

I hope you're not
developing asthma.
Because your uncle--

Mom, I'm fine.
I don't have asthma.

Well, that's a relief.

So, do you wanna hear
some great news?

Yeah, of course.

I sold the Cranford property.

That's great, Mom.
Congrats. That's great.

Who would think
that newlyweds would wanna

take on a money pit
like that,

but apparently...

he is very handy,
unlike your father.

And, you know, really wants
to do the renovations himself?

David, are you there?

Yeah, Mom, can I call you back?
I'm kind of busy.

Oh, yeah, sure.
I'll be up late.

- Okay, cool.
- Wait! Don't go! Wait!

Tomorrow is Father's Day.
So pick up a card for your dad.

All right? Don't forget
like last year.

Yup, I won't.
Father's day card.

I got it. Cool. Bye.

Good-bye.

Shanti Yoga.

Hi. This is Judy.

Judy Myers.

Judy!

David, you're here?

- Dad!
- Oh, jeez! Oh!
Skye, I'm sorry.

I thought you were
going to the mall.

I did, I did. I came back.

- Where are you going?
- Home.

- No, wait. Skye, don't.
- Is she decent?

We can just chill
and watch a movie
or something.

No, it's okay, all right?

I should be getting home anyway.

Okay.

Oh, I almost forgot.

- Can you do me a huge favor?
- Sure.

Come to the Father's Day brunch
with my family tomorrow?

- I don't think that's
a very good idea.
- Please.

Please. My father will be
on his best behavior
if you're there.

I doubt that.
He hates me.

No, he doesn't.
He just pretends to.

This could be
a good opportunity for him

to get to know you better.

I need to break the news
to them about leaving school,

so I could really use you
there for moral support.

- Moral support?
- Yeah.

Please.

Okay. Yeah.

You're the best.

Bye, Mr. Myers.

Nice to see you, Skye,
even though I didn't
see anything.

I'm sorry, kiddo.

No, it's okay.

We gotta come up
with some sort of a code

for when one of us is
entertaining a lady friend,

like a tube sock
on the doorknob.

- That's a good idea.
- That's a good idea.

- Anybody call while I was out?
- Just Mom.

Oh, hey, do you wanna do
something for Father's Day?

I gotta be at the club
during the day,

but, you know, we could go out
for dinner, catch a movie.

I got a better idea.

What do say we stay home,
order some pizza,

open some brewskis,

and we take a walk down
memory lane?

Where did you find those?

In the attic of the house
when we were moving.

And believe it or not,
the bulb on this old
projector, it still works.

Huh? What do you say?

Yeah, sure. Why not?

Good morning.

Rebecca.

Doug.

Oof. Witch.

She always have the nose
in the air like that.

Just because she got
her Masters from Bryn Mawr,

she thinks her shit
don't stink.

You know what, sweetie?
You could have done that, too.

- Believe me.
- Yes.

But I chose to put
my family first.

Because you, my darling,
are a full-time job.

Hi!

- What's he doing here?
- I invited him.

Happy Father's Day,
Mr. Getty.

I need a mimosa.

Hello. Please?

- My wife needs a drink.
- Now.

- Hey.
- Hey.

So how'd you do on
your exam the other night?

Well, no thanks to you,

I got an "A".

Congrats.

Thanks.

Hey, are we okay?

Yeah. Fine.

You positive?

Totally.

You're Wheeler, right?

Yeah. Who's asking?

My buddy Zach told me
you hooked him up yesterday.

Think you could help me out?

I don't know, man.
That was like a one-time thing.

I'll pay double.

Come find me in an hour
when I'm on my break,

and we'll talk, all right?

Righteous. Thank you.

All right.

Thought you said
you were done dealing.

- I am.
- Then what was that about?

That?

You know, this kid, Zach,

kind of paid me 200 bucks
to take his SATs for him.

So, yeah.

What? Wheeler--

I was just trying
to help him out, all right?

His dad was gonna send him
to military school.

Wheeler, if you wanted
to help him,

you would have tutored him,
so he could actually learn
something.

You know, I bet a ton of these
kids would be interested

in having you
as their SAT tutor,

and their parents, too.

You could make a killing.

Yeah? Think?

Happy Father's day
to you both.

What a lovely pair,
father and daughter.

Hey! They lifted
your suspensions.

Welcome back.

You, sir, owe me a rematch.

Mrs. Horowitz,
how lovely to see you.

Hello, Nasser.

I don't believe you've met
my children, Noah and Jennifer.

What?

Very funny.
You almost had me going there.

Who are they really?

- My children.
- I refuse to believe it,

unless, you, of course,
yourself were a child
bride of some sort,

and that's none of my business.

Oh, Nasser.

Where is Dr. Horowitz
on this lovely day
for vetting fathers?

- Oh, you haven't heard.
- Shalom?

Oh, Rabbi Ken!
What are you doing at Red Oaks?

I was just meeting
with the GM.

I'm officiating at
a wedding here next weekend.

Ken Kaplan.

Rabbi Ken is one of our
oldest and dearest friends.

This is Nasser,
Red Oaks' head tennis pro.

- Nice to meet you, Nasser.
- Your Honor.

My parents only wish
I had gone to law school.

You have been in my thoughts
all morning.

I know today
must be very difficult.

But Dan would be happy
to see you all together,

sitting in the sunshine,

keeping him in your hearts.

I thought you'd be happy.

- Happy? Happy?
- Yeah.

Lower your voice.
Everyone is staring.

Show me a parent who's happy
when his daughter announces

she's dropping out of college.

I'm wasting my time
at Sarah Lawrence.

Like, I need another class
on the Bronte sisters?

No, if I want to be
a serious artist,

I need to be in the city,
focusing on my painting.

Jesus Christ.

Think of the tuition
you'll be saving.

Don't even pretend to give
a shit about saving me money,

not after the credit card bills
you racked up in Paris.

And I'll tell you
something else, young lady,

you drop out of school,
you are on your own.

You get no more
financial support from me.

That's it.
The money is gone.

- You're on your own.
- I'll get a job.

Oh, really? Doing what?

- Stripping.
- With those A-cups?

Least she could have done
was inherit my boobs.

You're acting like a child.

Screw this.

You have no idea how
the real world works!

You have no idea!

Thanks for brunch.

- Unbelievable.
- I don't wanna make
a scene here, all right?

Can we just keep it calm?
It'll be fine.

Yes.

Getty.

Oh, Fienberg.
What do you want?

Just to give you the heads-up

before you hear
from somebody else,

the board has asked me
to run for club president.

Go fuck yourself.

- He's impossible.
- Most dads are.

Not like mine.

I'm so fucking sick of him
trying to micromanage me

like I'm one of his
goddamn employees.

I swear to God, I should have
never come home from Paris.

Well, I'm glad you did.

Come here.

I know the real reason...
he's trying to control me

is because everything else in
his life is so out of control.

But it doesn't make it
any easier.

Yeah.

How are you?

Me? I'm fine.

I mean with
the whole NYU thing.

Oh, you know, not great.

I realize I can always
apply again next year,

but it doesn't make it
any easier.

- David, I've got
the most wonderful news.
- What?

- Dr. Horowitz died.
- What? When?

- Last fall.
- That's awful.

Serves him right.
He was playing racquetball
during the High Holidays.

You're missing the point,
David.

What point?

Mrs. Horowitz is back
on the market.

I thought you had a rule
against dating members' wives.

Not their widows.

Yes, and she's exactly
the kind of woman
I deserve to be with.

Beautiful, cultured, rich.

Hi!

Wow! Amazing!

How'd you do this so fast?

I have a connection
in the business office.

- Cool.
- Come on, let's put them up.

- Right now?
- Yeah.

- But--
- Let's go.

All right. Cool.

Hi.

I'm meeting a friend.

She might already be here.

Oh, there she is. Thanks.

What are you doing here?

I took a taxi.

Are you okay?

No.

I can't spend another minute
in that house with them.

- What are you gonna do?
- You know, just--

just stay with Alex and Serge
in the city until I find
a place of my own.

Can you give me a ride?

Yeah, of course.

Yeah, I didn't want
to tell you over the phone.

- So how did this happen?
- Well, I--

I always knew that I wanted
to be a mother.

And I wasn't getting
any younger,

so I asked my friend Ricky,

who's in a similar situation,

if he would ever consider
having a baby together.

And here we are.

- So you and he--
- Yeah.

Yeah. Even though you're both--

- Yep.
- Yeah.

Oh. Hmm.

Wasn't it kind of awkward?

Um, at first, yeah.

But, I mean,
so was sex with my husband,

and I managed
to get through that.

How about you?
How have you been?

Oh. Good. Fine.

I mean, you know,
it's been an adjustment,

but everything--

Overall,
everything's going well.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Are you seeing anyone?

No.

You should.

It's time to get back
out there.

I kind of thought
that's what I was doing.

Right.

Wheeler's right.

Screw NYU.
You don't need them.

- I guess.
- No, this--

This idea that art is
something that can be taught

is bullshit.

You don't need to be sitting
in some classroom.

You need to be out there
making short films,

finding your voice,
meeting other artists.

God, that's--

That's why me moving here
is gonna be so great.

- For both of us.
- Mm-hmm.

Think you should check
if Serge and Alex are back yet?

It's fine.
I left a note.

Need anything?

How about a job?

Any experience?

None whatsoever.

Leave your number.
I'll make sure my manager
gets it.

Okay, you're amazing.
That was amazing.

That was so cool.

Oh, my God! Skye!

Hi.

Got your message.
What the fuck are
you doing here?

Looking for a place to crash.

Just for a little while,
until I find my own place.

- Hello... M--
- David.

David, yes, of course.
How could I forget?

- So are we gonna regret this?
- I already do.

- Okay.
- Thank you, thank you.

Thank you, thank you.

I'll be right back.

I wanna start a tab.

We're celebrating!