All language subtitles for Shut.Eye.S01E08.WEB-DLRip.Rus.Eng.CasStudio

-Previously on "Shut Eye"...

-I´m back, bitches.

-She was supposed to leave town.

-What the fuck are you
doing here?

-I´m supposed to keep an eye.

-I decree that you, Fonso Marks,

will give White Tony
two of your parlors

and make an honest
gift of the gadjo,

this Charlie person.

These families will be joined.

A marriage between
Drina and White Tony´s son.

Let all that was unclean...
be clean again.

-Emma´s dead.

They found her buried
in the Angeles Crest mountains.

You and Mom don´t want to help.

You just want to protect that
client of yours, that woman.

-That woman had nothing
to do with this.

-San Marino thing
is about to pay.

-I love my husband.
-And I want you to.

-I know about your kamardi --
little lady on the side.

-Fucking Gina.

-You need to take
your money back,

Nadine,
put it in a safe deposit box,

and never talk to me again.

I´m not your friend.

I never was. It´s over.

The whole con.

I told her the truth.

She didn´t come home last night,

and she´s not answering
my calls.

I just need to know
where she is.

-I know. I heard you.

-Can´t you just hack
into her phone and find her?

-Dad, I´m not the NSA,
it´s not that simple.

-Well, what about that
"Find My Phone" thing?

-It says her device is offline.

Maybe you should
call the police.

-No, honey,
that´s not an option.

I´m sorry.
I´m just frustrated.

-It´s okay.

-I gotta go.
Thanks for helping.

Uh, hello? Hello!

-White Tony sent us
to do the install.

-Install?
-Yeah, security cameras --

in your office.

-What the hell
are you talking about?

-You didn´t hear about the kris?

-Come on, open the door.

Syl?

-Jesus, what´s your problem?
-I need you to watch Nick.

-Why, doesn´t he have school?

-No, he was suspended,
and he just found out his...

his girlfriend died.

So it´s not a great combination
for him right now.

-Well, Charlie,
I have things to do today.

-No, you don´t.

You don´t have anything to do.

You need to watch Nick for me.
And I won´t be gone all day.

Okay?

Thank you.

-You´re welcome.

-Isn´t it beautiful?

-It´s tiny.

What, were you, like, 12?

-14. Same age as you.

-I´m journaling all this.

Gonna write a book.

A Gypsy Tale."

-Yeah, something like that.
Not as melodramatic.

-It´s not all bad.

I didn´t know your grandfather
when our marriage was arranged,

and I came to love him
very much.

-This is so wrong.

I´m still getting invited
to my friends´ bar mitzvahs,

and now I´m supposed to start
sending out wedding invitations?

-No, we don´t send invitations,
you know that.

-This is bullshit.

-Drina? Drina?!

-I have school.
-Drina, Drina,

there is nothing
more important to me,

to any of us, than family.

All we do is for that.

Family -- secolo.

So now straighten up.
You are going to wipe

that teenage expression
off your face,

and you´re gonna do
what we all do.

-What is it that we all do?

-Whatever it takes.

-Hey. Just checking in on you.

You gonna stay in here all day?

-I don´t know, maybe.

-Sorry to hear about
what happened.

The whole...
dead girlfriend thing.

It´s rough, dude.

How you dealing?

-Not great.

-Have to go to the funeral?

Man, I hate
when they have open casket.

I do not get why people want to
look at their dead loved ones.

It´s like...
fucking morbid.

-Won´t be open casket
´cause Emma was murdered

and thrown into a hole.

Without a coffin, her...

organs started to decompose
within 72 hours.

Within three days,
gases made her body bloat.

-All right, I got the picture.
-Insects fed on her,

maggots started
coming out of her face.

-Dude, are you okay?

-The thing I can´t stop
thinking about...

the entire time, the cops
just said she ran away.

-Cops.
What the fuck do they know?

-I can´t believe
I´ll never talk to her again.

-I get it, dude.

I wish there was something
I could do for you,

but I don´t...

do the whole talk
to the dead thing.

I leave that shit
for the real gypsies.

You cool hanging out here
by yourself for a bit?

Your parents are gone and I got
some stuff I need to do.

So...

-Yeah, I´m fine.
-All right, cool.

Be back later.

-I don´t give a fuck if White
Tony is paying him more,

my deal is with you,
not with him!

Where the fuck are
my drywallers?!

Don´t you fucking hang up on --

Fuck!

-Were you ever gonna tell me
that I work for White Tony now?

-You work for White Tony now.

-Just like that?

Jesus, Fonso, what the hell
did you do?!

Look, we had an arrangement.
-Yeah!

-Me with you and your family,
that´s it! I´m not doing this.

-It´s sweet that you think
you got a choice in the matter.

Hey, hey!

Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

Stop, I can´t breathe!

Stop! I can´t breathe! Stop!

-See you soon, honey.

You ready?

-Don´t fuck it up.

-Don´t worry.

It´s all about...
dosage control.

-Hello.

Wait, do I know you?

-Hi, sweetheart.

-And I was hoping --
I thought maybe you could,

I don´t know, maybe help me
communicate with her.

-Oh, lost his heart --
especially at your age --

well, at any age, really.

But, you know, Nick,
there is good luck and bad.

And very little can be done
about either one.

-I don´t know what else to do.
I can´t --

I can´t sleep, I can´t...

think about anything else
but Emma -- nothing.

-Is there perhaps some
other reason besides grief

that you want to talk
to this girl?

-I want to ask her
what happened.

Who killed her and --

-Killed her?
Wasn´t it an accident?

-No, it was some South American
drug that someone gave her.

Weird.
I looked it up online,

and criminals use it to,
like, rob people.

-And your parents,
what would they say about this?

-They don´t like
talking about it.

I mean, our house was the last
place Emma was seen alive.

My parents won´t even
tell the police

that their client
from San Marino

was in the house when Emma died.

-San Marino.

That´s a very nice place,
isn´t it?

Do you think this client
from San Marino

has something to do
with the drug?

-Mrs. Davies?
No. I doubt it.

She could have
seen something, though.

That´s why I,
you know, I´m curious.

She could have seen somebody
following Emma, I don´t know.

-Does she drive a Jaguar?
-Yeah, yeah, I think so.

Why?

-Nothing.

Fonso mentioned seeing a Jaguar
in front of your house.

Do you know, Nick, me --

our people believe
in a spiritual world,

something beyond this.

But to communicate with that
world is very difficult --

even for an old gypsy lady
like me.

-Yeah, it was
a dumb idea anyways.

-Oh, no, no. I understand.
You want to know.

-Mm-hmm.

-But, tell me, is she buried?

-No.

-Then let´s wait.

Let´s wait until her soul
finds its rest -- roya.

Meanwhile, you can pay
your respect

by honoring a memory

in any way you can, hmm?

-Okay. Thank you.

-How you doing, Nadine?

-Good.

-What are we doing
when we get inside?

-I´m Nadine Davies.

I called earlier
and spoke with the manager.

I need to get some property
from my safe deposit box.

-And do you have a key?

-Yes.

And this case.

-And who am I?

-Your my new assistant, Laurie.

You´re here to help me.

-Oh, yeah.
I´d say she´s ready.

We´ll be right back.
Don´t go anywhere.

-Hmm!

-Nora. Sorry.

Can we talk? Let me apologize
for the other day.

All right, I´m sorry.

Please. Please, I´ve already had
two visions this morning.

The first one was a melting rose

that turned into blood
all over my hands,

the second,
I was in an alleyway,

and I felt like
I was being buried alive.

I couldn´t breathe.

I don´t know where else to go.

You´re...
You´re the only person I trust.

Please, I need your help.

-Okay. First of all,
I want to say I´m sorry.

They messed up
my breakfast scramble

this morning at the Farmshop,

and I thought
I was having a bad day.

Second of all, you´re still
my patient, apparently,

and I want to help you,
I really do.

But I have done everything

that I possibly can
for you medically,

and I don´t -- I don´t...

I don´t know
how to make them stop.

-I don´t want them to stop.

You said it yourself,
acceptance, not denial.

I accept.
I accept the fact

that something is happening

in my head,
so I´m gonna double down.

God or the universe or whoever,

you want to talk,
let´s go, let´s talk.

I´m ready to have
a conversation with them.

-So you want to open
the pathway?

-I want to know what
all of this means.

No more fragments, no snippets.
I want the whole picture.

-Good. Come on.

- Fuck.

Nadine! Nadine.

Where´s Gina?

-Who?

-Laurie, your assistant,
where is she?

-Oh, Laurie!

She told me to tell you
no hard feelings.

-2412 Craig Street,
then L. A. X.

As fast as you can, please.

I´m running late. Thanks.

-So I think what´s happening
when you have these visions

is your body releases
two hormones,

adrenaline, which triggers
your fight-or-flight response,

and cortisol,
which makes your body shut down

any unnecessary functions.

So I think that your body

is seeing these visions
as a threat,

so we just need to relax it
and let ´em in.

-What is that?

-Oh, that´s Moor mud
and activated charcoal.

The charcoal is gonna
help balance your pH

so that your brain
doesn´t freak out

and flood your system
with hormones,

and then the mud is gonna,
hopefully,

absorb any excess hydrogen ion
concentration in your cells.

You said that you
wanted to do this.

You´re in limbo,
and you can´t stop it --

right, okay.

Good.

So just get as deep
into the tub as you can.

We want maximum exposure
to your skin, okay?

So...

I am just gonna be over here,

and if at any point,
you want to stop,

you just give a shout.

All right?

You good? Okay.

-Three minutes,
then we head to the airport.

Don´t leave.

Jesus.

Who the fuck are you?

-Don´t forget your passport.

I´ll pack it for you.

-I need you to stay right here.

Don´t talk to anyone, don´t go
anywhere, just wait for me.

-Okay.
-Fuck!

Fuck.

Fuck!

Fuck.

Fuck.

-I loved our bus trips together.

And you were always
the funny one

that kept us
awake all night.

I also remember
how we used to complain

all those freezing morning
on swim team.

And I´ll never forget the time
on eighth grade retreat

when you filled Mr. Connolly´s
canteen with pickle juice

and told him it was water.

I can still see his face
when he drank it.

Um...

It´s sad to say goodbye,
so I won´t.

You´ll always be
remembered, Emma.

Your sweet smile,
your funny jokes...

your tragic love
for Ariana Grande.

I love you, and I know
that God is happy today,

because there´s another angel
in Heaven.

-Thank you, Rachel.

That concludes our service.

Classes will resume
after the sixth period bell,

but, students,
if you need some personal time

or you wish to speak
with Mrs. Trice,

she and her counselors
will be available for you.

Thank you.

Thank you all for coming.

-Yo. You okay?

-Yeah.

Just trying to call a Lyft,
but my phone´s dead.

-That was fucked up, man.
I saw her dad looking at you.

-I shouldn´t have come.
He hates me.

-Hey, we´re gonna bail
on school, go hang out.

Probably get fucked up
or something.

You want to come?

-Dad!

-Nick!

Nick!

-Aah!

-My son!

My son.
-You okay?

-You´re pissed, and I get that.

But you´re a smart man.

Maybe we could figure something
out to our mutual benefit.

-Mutual benefit?

-I saw an opportunity,
and I took it.

Wouldn´t you do the same?

-What would I do?

-I do think a small cut
would be fair,

since I did all the work.

These people that work for you,
psychics and fortune tellers

with their stupid card tricks,
they´re bullshit.

Someone like me cons a case
full of cash out of a rich bitch

from San Marino
without her even knowing.

That´s value added.

-You applying for a job?

-I am very, very good
at what I do.

-Prove it.

-We work for White Tony now?

-Nick? Nick?

-He´s not here.
-Where is he?

-I don´t know, I thought
he was with you or Sylvia.

-He´s not with me,
but you´d know that

if you ever answered
your fucking phone calls.

-Just call him.
-I did, three times --

it went straight to voicemail.

-What´s up, bro?
-Syl, is Nick with you?

-He´s at home.
-No, he´s not!

I told you to watch him.

-I did. I was.

I checked in on him
before I left.

He was in his room.

-Did he say anything about
where he might be going?

-No.

He was all sad and depressed.

He even asked me about talking
to his dead girlfriend.

I told him I don´t do
that gypsy shit.

Is everything okay?

Char--

-We need to find him.

-What´s going on?
-You heard her.

She said he was acting weird,
and he wants to talk with Emma.

I mean, for all we know,

he went to Rita´s to get
a fucking seance or something.

-Oh, God.

-What?

-Oh, fuck.

-What?

-I went back at Nadine today.

With Gina.

-What the fuck
were you thinking?

-We had the money.

And that little bitch
took off with it.

-Gina´s got the money?

Gina?!

Oh, you know what?

Hey, please tell me what
this has to do with our son.

-Fonso knows about Gina.
-Since when?

-It doesn´t matter.
-No, it does matter.

Does -- does he know
about Nadine?

-I think he might.

-Jesus, they´re gonna take
this out on Nick.

I gotta get to Fonso´s.

-There you go. Nice.

-Oh, this sucks.

-Oh, you´re just clearing
some space. Here.

-Ow, ow, ow!

This is featured content, boys.

Oh!
Partying on a dead girl´s grave.

-It´s not her grave.
-Whatever.

It´s still creepy as shit!

-Where´s my bag?
-What bag?

-Uh, the bag that we brought
all the beer in, where is it?

-Wasted.

That´s hilarious.

-Oh, what´s that for?
-Emma.

It shouldn´t have happened.

It shouldn´t have happened,
and it sucks.

-Should we, like, say
a prayer or something?

-It´s not funny, dude.

Just fucking leave me alone.

-Shit.
-What?

-Jesus. Let´s go!

-Nick! Nick!
-Fuck!

-Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.

Aah!

-Four tiers.

With alternating layers
of chocolate and vanilla.

With cherry blossom icing.

-Mmm.

-At the Farkas wedding,
there were two cakes.

Remember, Fonso?

-What? I didn´t know. Fine.

Two cakes. We good?

-And a live band.

-Yeah, Fonso,
there´ll be a band.

-15-piece?
-Of course.

-And a brass section.
-Okay, brass section.

-Your house is big enough

for the new couple
to have their own bedroom?

-How many times have you people
been to our place?

You know what square
footage we got.

-And their own bathroom.

Twin vanities.

-Why don´t I build her
her own fucking wing?!

-Yeah.
-Oh, um, I´m sorry.

Fonso, can I have
a word with you?

-Uh-oh. Her little boy
is going to get spanked.

-What are you doing?
-Negotiating.

-No, you´re not negotiating,
you´re stalling.

This has to happen.

You left us no choice,
do you understand that?

It is your temper, your lack
of control that brought us here.

So now you´re going
to go back there,

and you´re gonna do
the mongli mous.

Come on, Fonso.

Do it for the family.

-Yes.

What is the asking price?

Fonso, I need to know
how much you are --

-$10,000.

-What?
-No girl in L. A.

has ever gotten
more than $6,000.

-This is my daughter,
it´s $10,000.

I´ll kick back $2,000
at the wedding.

To our contribution.

-If we tell him there
won´t be more...

-Okay.

Well...

it´s a deal!

-You said it was over.

You sat in that seat
right there,

and you said it was done
between you and Gina.

-I thought we were.
-One rule.

That´s all we had.

And you know what I think
hurts you the most?

You got taken.
You were the mark.

-Oh, God.

-Who would have thought...

the two of us,
back where we met.

-Are you following me?
-Hmm.

Fonso asked me to keep an eye
on all of Charlie´s family.

What´s in the can?

-Coffee.

-The next thing you say
needs to be the truth.

-$12,000 cash,
a bunch of cursed earrings

I could pawn for triple that.

-Why don´t you let me have that?

-Why don´t I kick you
in the balls

and run out
that door screaming "rape,"

see how that goes for you?

Seriously?

You´d do that to me
after yesterday?

-You got a better way
to handle things?

-We could take this money
and that...

big gypsy dick of yours
and hop a flight to Vegas.

No one needs to know.

Unless...

-Unless what?

-Unless being
under Fonso´s thumb

and beating up girls
and taking their money

to that bitch Rita
is your thing.

In which case...

-You stole what´s in that can
from your own brother.

You sure you´re not Roma?

-I fucking love Vegas.

We´ll go.

But if you fuck me over...

...I am gonna carve
the rest of the alphabet

on what´s left of that
pretty little face of yours.

-You´re so romantic.

-A gift from the groom
to the bride.

18 karats.

Little T chose
the necklace himself.

The kid has got an eye like
Estée Lauder, I´m telling you.

Okay. Who doesn´t have one?

It´s time.

-Oh!

Bah!

-Good health,
good luck to your family.

Sasti!

-Sasti masa!
-Sasti masa!

-Sorry.

-This is not for gadjo,
it is a family affair.

-I don´t mean to interfere,
I´m sorry.

I´m sorry, I apologize.
-What are they doing here?

-I don´t mean to intrude.

I´m sorry, I just --
-We´re just looking for our son.

-Fonso, please.

-Concerned parents, huh?

-Whoa, hey, hey, hey!

-Please!
-Is my son here?

-Oh, you think he´s here?
-Yeah. Just tell me where he is!

-Or what? I don´t give a fuck
about your fucked-up son!

-Do you have him?

-Maybe I do. Maybe I don´t.

-You´re a dead man!
-Stop it! Stop!

-Get off of me!
-Fonso!

-He might be your property,
but this is my home, eh!

I´ll handle this!
Dosta! Dosta!

Stop, stop!

Take him back! Take him back!

-Fucking dead man walking!

-Come on!

Stop him!
-Get off me!

-Dosta, dosta!

-You damage my property,

I´ll blackball your whole
fucking family!

-Fonso, it´s not worth it!

Go sit down!
Take him back!

Fonso, stop it!
Dosta! Dosta!

-You want to go
against the kris?

-I know where Nick is.
-Dosta!

-I don´t understand!
He´s supposed to be in here!

-Charlie.

-Rose Construction. Roses.

Surrounded by dirt.

That´s what I thought
the vision was telling me.

-Vision?

Do you hear yourself?

-I know it sounds crazy,
but I´m having these visions.

Now...

I understand better than most
that what we do is bullshit.

It is make believe
and we con people

out of their fucking money.

But then I got this...

I can see the future, Linda.

I saw Nick.

He was under...

dirt, surrounded by...

He´s here!

-Hello.

Yes. I am his mother.

-Your boy and two friends
were up in the woods.

Booze, weed.

We´re leaving it at minor
in possession.

There´ll be a court date
and a fine.

-The woods?

-Yeah, where they found
the Gilbert girl.

-Come on.

-Are you gonna say anything?

-I´m just glad he´s okay.

-Nick´s asleep.

-Okay.

You think I´m crazy.

-I think...

that you have been
through a lot lately.

And if I´m being honest
with myself,

I think it´s because of me.

I´m sorry about Gina.

I don´t know what else to say.

What´s wrong?

Charlie?

What are you doing?