All language subtitles for Horace and Pete s01e10.eng

(knocking)

- Mommy?
- Shh, shh, shh.

Don't wake up your father.

- Mommy, I can't find my quarter.

- Okay.

Come over here.

Let me make you some cereal.

- Mommy, I lost my quarter.

- You had a quarter?

- It's my bicentennial quarter.

Dad gave it to me.

- All right, I'm sorry.

Sorry.

- Hi, Ma.

- Shh, Pete, shh--

You'll wake up your father.

Get some milk for your
brother's cereal, please.

- Hey, Mom.

Can I have Ronnie come to Easter?

- Uhh, Ronnie?

- My friend from my team?

- Oh, yes.
Uh...

I don't know.

We can talk about it.

- It's just Ronnie has
me over his house a lot.

You know, his family's really nice,

but I've never had him here,
so I feel kinda bad.

- Easter's a big deal.

- Yeah.

We have people over for Easter
I've never even seen before.

Ronnie's my friend.

- Have you seen my quarter anywhere?
- No.

You need a quarter?
I'll give you one.

- It's my bicentennial quarter.

Dad gave it to me.

- Oh.

No.

Mom, so Ronnie and I were thinking
that we could--

- Okay.

- Dad?

- Huh?

- I lost the quarter you gave me.

- Shut up now about the quarter, Horace,
I told you, don't bother your father.

- How'd you lose it?

Stupid.

- Can I have another one?

- What, am I gonna pay you to be stupid?

What are you doing over there?

Get over here.

Eat breakfast with your...

children.

- I was gonna see my sister today.

- Since when?
- I talked to her yesterday.

- Didn't say nothing to me about it.
- No, I--

I'm gonna go there today around noon.

So.

- The fuck are you--
What are you doing?

- Horace...

- You're staying right here.

Mhm.

You're staying right here.

- Hey, Dad.

Yesterday was the hottest in recorded
history for this day for New York.

- What are you smiling at?

Don't smile, you gotta be a tough guy.

You gotta be a tough guy.

Come on.

Are you a tough guy?

Huh?

You a tough guy?
Come here, come here.

Come here, come here.
You a tough guy?

Come on.
Come here, come here.

Be tough guy, tough guy.

Come on, let me see tough guy.

Show me tough guy, huh?

Huh?
Come on.

No, no, no, no.
Show me tough guy.

Mary Ann: Horace...
- Show me tough guy.

Show me tough guy.

Come here.

Mary Ann: Horace...
- Ow, ow, ow!

Mary Ann: Horace.
- Yeah, there you go.

Mary Ann: Horace!
- There you go.

- Ow!
- That'll make you tough.

Where's Sylvia?

- Um, she didn't come home last night.

- She's out with that--
- No, she's out with Tina.

I told her she could stay at her's.

- What are you doing?
You're lying...

Two times, it's 9:00.

You already lied twice.

Every time you open that mouth,
it's to lie.

You brush your teeth, you're lying.

The only time that mouth
of yours is not lying--

- And sports fans, the funs begins.

A classic matchup between Horace Wittel

and his formidable opponent,
Mary Ann Wittel.

Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!

Gotta go to my game.

(Horace groans)

- That sister of yours is a fucking snake.

All you...
fucking broads are up to something.

Go put some real clothes on.

Go-- Get out of your
little baby jammies.

- I'm-- I'm not done with my breakfast.
- You had enough.

You had enough.

You dress him up like he's a--
Like a little teddy bear.

Like a fag.

Look at me.
Look at me.

Look at me.

Look at me.

You're not going anywhere.

You're staying right here.

(muttering) Fucking...

- Holy shit, it's hot out there today.

It's hotter than a four-titted Mexican
woman on diarrhea.

Holy shit.

Then my truck breaks down,
overheats, and I said--

I said fuck it.

I just left it right there in the middle of the
fucking street.

Then I come in here to get a beer

and this shit is warmer than the shit

that's running out
of my radiator.

- Oh, fuck you, George.
Get out if you don't like it.

- I don't like it.

Why can't you fucking refrigerate your
beer like everybody else, Pete?

- Because fuck you is why.

I got all the machines downstairs to do it,

but every time I go to turn it on, I think,
ah, fuck that black George.

If you want to cool off, go find yourself
a big watermelon and climb inside.

(woman giggles)

Warm beer.
I'll give you warm beer.

- And you did give me warm beer,
you Irish bastard.

(woman laughing)

The fuck you laughing at?

- Nothing, Daddy.

- You dumb, drunk bitches.

What the--
Shut the fuck up!

- Make me, then.
- Yeah, make her.

- Just--
You know what?

You take your lezzie friend somewhere
and y'all lick on each other's balls.

Is that what y'all do?
- Hey, hey, hey!

- Yeah, lick on each other's balls.

- None of that in here.

- None of what?

- What are you laughing at?
- If you two are gonna...

do that to each other,
just go somewhere else.

- Hey, Jimmy.
- How you doing, Pete?

What do you hear, what do you say?

- Nothing.
Nothing.

You want coffee?

- Only your best, Pete.

Nothing but your best coffee.

Horace.

How are you, Horace Sr.?
- Hi.

- How you feeling,
still got both your kidneys?

- One's fulled up.
I gotta empty out soon.

One of my balls, you know.

- Duly noted.

- No school today?

- No, it's Good Friday, Pete, you heathen.

The students have to beat each
other up at home today.

- Fucking animals.

- They're all right.

They just got too much
energy for a classroom,

so once in a while,
they crack each other over

the head with a fucking
Snoopy lunchbox.

- Yeah, but I hear the gangs are
infiltrating the schools now.

- Oh, my God, the gangs.

I was in Coney Island the other day,

I had my daughter for the weekend,
pick her up at her

friend's house in Trump Village,

take her to Coney Island, the boardwalk.

We go on the Cyclone.

She says, Daddy, it's boring.

The Cyclone is boring now.

So we're on the boardwalk,
ice cream, whatever.

- You drink coffee in a bar?

- Yes, ma'am.

- Why the fuck would you come
to a bar to drink coffee?

- Hey, shut up.

Unless you want to get
the fuck out yourself.

- You gonna kick me out just for asking
the man a question?

- Yeah, Pete, it's all right,
it's a legitimate question.

Why would I drink coffee in a bar?

- Because he fucking likes it, okay?

Because it's his fucking
business and not yours.

Anyway, you're a degenerate lesbian.

And...

Jimmy here is an educated guy.

So go fuck yourself.

- I was gonna go with a more
diplomatic response,

but it's Pete's bar, so I guess,
go fuck yourself is an order.

Go fuck yourself, young lady.

How dare you ask the teacher
a question?

- Hey, Dad.

You wanna go lay down?

- What?

- Why don't you go upstairs
and lie down for a minute?

- What for?

- Maybe you're tired,
maybe you want to lie down.

- I'm fine.

- I'm on the boardwalk,
me and my daughter.

It's quiet.

Suddenly, you hear "Homicides,
Homicides, Homicides."

- Ooh, Homicides, the Homicides.

- Worst gang in Brooklyn,
worst gang in Brooklyn.

About 80 of them in their leathers
running right towards us.

And they're yelling
"Homicides, Homicides."

I'm looking at my daughter like, is there
something you're not telling me?

Are you in a feud
with the crazy Homicides?

They stole your pop rocks?

I don't know.
They're coming right at us.

George: What happened?
- Just then, right behind us,

but in the same direction, four or five
members of the Jolly Stompers.

- Oh, that's the guys who's
in the satin jackets.

- Jolly Stompers, I mean, terrifying when
you see them on the train,

but when there's 80 Homicides
chasing them, fairly docile.

One of them had a little ball of shit rolling
down his pant leg as he ran.

They were scared.

And then--
- So wait a minute, wait.

The Homicide gang were chasing them.

- Thank Christ, at least
from our point of view.

So these ill-fated Jolly Stompers
run past us

and we're standing there frozen,
can't move, and this

running mob runs around us
like a herd of buffalo

and we're just standing there and then

ten seconds, just standing
around us yelling.

Homicides, Homicides,

and running after these poor souls, who
are probably dead by now, by the way.

And--

And ten seconds later, they're gone.

Just me and my daughter,

standing there,
my 13-year-old daughter and me,

and we still have nothing to talk about.

(women laughing)

- Hey, Pete.
Give me another one?

- Cash first.

- What?

- Horace, come on.
What is this shit?

- Hey.

You ain't paid for the last three
I poured you.

- Okay, okay, okay.
- Cash first.

- So I'm broke.

I've got...

I've got a quarter.

You know what?

What if I could make

a one dollar bill that you gave me
change into a twenty.

- Ooh, I wanna see it.
- I wanna go dancing.

- Then you'll give me a free drink?

- What are you talking about?
- If I can make your one into a twenty.

Can I-- Can I borrow this?
Swear you'll get it right back.

I won't do--
- Mm-hmm.

- Do you have a--
Could I--

Yeah?

Here, you take the twenty,
I don't want to touch his money.

His money.

Your money, I don't do anything.

Just-- Just fold it.

No, no, no.
Fold it, fold it, fold it.

And then again, this way.

Crease it.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Like this.
Yeah, yeah, good, good, good.

Here, so if I rub the twenty,
just like this, here.

Can you see, your twenty?

- Yeah.
- Look.

If I rub the twenty against the one, see,
the ink'll start to change.

See? Here, you see your twenty?

I'm going to give you
my one, but look.

If I just place the little piece on top

like this and I do that.

See, now, actually--

No...

I kinda messed up.
George: Oh! That's a--

(laughter)

- Fuck?

What the fuck?
How did you do that?

- I didn't do that.

It just happened.

- Come on, what do you think--

- Don't fucking touch me.

Now, just tell me how you did it.

How the fuck did you do that?

Horace: Hey, it's a trick.
Horace Sr: Tell him it's a trick, please.

Horace: It's a trick.

- I don't know any tricks.

I just watch nature happen.

- Nature?

You fucking freak!

What?
My eyes didn't see that, all right?

What did you do?
What happened?

- It's all right, Pete, it's a trick.

He's doing--
Show him the trick.

- I don't know.

Horace: Show him the trick
or we need you to go.

- I don't know.
Here.

(glass breaking)
- Oh!

- Okay, all right.
Time to go, time to go.

- Okay.
Horace: Let's go.

- Okay, I'm going.
- Let's go.

- Hey, wait, wait, wait.
Where's my twenty?

- Look under Pete's watch.

- Holy shit.

- All right.

That's enough.
- Fucking scumbag!

What the--
Horace: That's enough of your shit.

Let's go, goodbye.

- What the fuck was that, huh?

- Yeah.

Mary Ann: (quietly)
I'm just gonna go.

- Where are you going?
- I'm-- See my sister, I told you.

- Why are you going there?

- I'm just gonna go to my sister's house.

I can go where I want.
- No, you're not.

- I don't need your permission, Horace.
- No, you're not.

- You have no right to keep me here
like a fucking prisoner.

Just let me go, please.

- All right, go ahead.

- Thank you-- Horace...

(Mary Ann gasps)

- I told you to cut your hair.

- So, anyone have an opinion on this
peanut farmer, Jimmy Carter?

Looks like he's floating
to the top of the sewer.

Could be our next president.

- Well, anything to throw that fuckin'
bum Ford out of there.

- Okay, now, what's your
problem with Ford?

- Are you fucking kidding me?

You know what he said, he--

Here.

I saved it, all right?

"Ford to City: Drop Dead."

Horace: He's been saving that headline
for a year now.

- Yeah.
Fuck this guy!

He can go fuck himself forever.

You know what?
I wish I had Squeaky Fromme right here

and I could fucking teach her how to
shoot a gun.

Jimmy: Oh.

- Fucking hippies, they send
in a girl, you know?

I mean, she had a clear shot at Ford

and she throws the bullet like a girl.

- Holy moly.

Pete.

I understand you have a hate for the
president, but it's pretty severe.

Jeez.
- Oh, wait-- Wait a minute.

Where does he get the balls, all right?

To tell America's greatest city
to drop dead.

- That's just it.
He never said that.

The Daily News said he did,
but he didn't say it.

- Oh, I don't care.
You don't, as leader of the free world,

tell this city, I mean, this great city,
which by the way,

gave more of its sons and brothers to
every war,

you know, since we kept the British from

crossing the Hudson River.

- Not accurate, but I get your point.

- How-- How do you
tell a whole city

of New Yorkers to drop dead, all right?

New York is the greatest
city in the world.

- Paris is a better city.

- He's right.
We got nothing on Paris.

- I wish I was in Paris right now.

- What's so fucking great about Paris?

- Shut up.

- Their cheese, their bread,
the way they kiss, eau de toilett.

Cancan.

Pete: Hey.
- Everything's better.

Pete: Hey, hey, hey!

You fucking playing
backgammon over there?

Close that shit up.

We don't do that here.

You heard me.
Close it up now, and get out.

Horace: Get outta here.
- Get out.

Horace: Get outta here.

- Fuck, I didn't see that.
Horace: Get outta here.

Fucking backgammon.

Oh, shit.

Here come these two rummies.

- Hi.
Pete: Hi, Lenny.

- Hi.
- Pete, you're gonna serve 'em?

- Why not?

Fucking Ford.

He's a fucking piece of shit is what he is.

And he's a clumsy motherfucker.

- Pete, I understand you don't like the
president, but the fact is,

he never said
"Drop dead, New York."

He probably said--

he said something
a lot more boring, like,

I'll veto any bill that includes the bailout
of the municipal government

of New York.

- He said it, Jimmy!

- Okay.
- He said it!

- All right, all right, Jimmy, why don't you
change the subject, huh?

What else is in the news?

- Well, Namath going to the Rams.

I mean...
- Who cares?

- Well, I for one, don't like it.

Anyone care to weigh in?

- Joe Namath has a great tush.

(woman laughing)

- Great tush?
Mike: Great.

- 'Cause you're a fucking fag.

- No, I'm not a fag, I just appreciate
a great tush when I see one.

- No offense, Mike, but you are a fag.

- You're a fag.

- No--
I am not a fag, you're not a fag.

- Hey, I'm not--
I'm not a fag.

- Oh, yeah?
Prove it.

- All right, all right, all right.
All right, he said it 'cause--

- What?
- He said it 'cause you said it.

He said it 'cause you said it.
- But I'm not a fag.

- Yeah, no, we know you're not a fag.

Right, you said it, 'cause you retaliated.
- Yeah, I said it 'cause you said I was--

- Right?
- Yes.

- All right, it's okay, Pete.

- Watch your mouth.
- It's okay.

- You watch my mouth.

- What?
- Nothing.

- Okay, okay.
All right, Mike.

Mike, let me get--
Let me buy you a beer.

It's okay, Pete.

- I can't come, Abb.

He won't--
He won't let me leave here.

I can't just leave.

He doesn't let me do anything.

Yeah, well, it's-- That's easy for you to
say, Abby, all right?

I will come and see you tomorrow.

And we'll talk about it, okay?

Wha-- Why? Becau--
Yeah, because he's my husband.

That is my fault and I can't do anything
about that.

No, do not come here, I'm telling you,
that's gonna make things worse.

Yeah, I know, I know.
I know, I know.

I-- I don't know what to do.

I don't know--

I don't know what to do,
can't do this anymore.

I just want to die every day.

I can't.

No, do not--
I can't, I can't, Abby.

Don't do that.
I'm telling you, don't come here.

Just tell me that--

That you love me
and that it's gonna be okay.

I know, but just say it anyway,
will you, honey, please?

I'm dying over here, I need you.

I don't need you like that.

Why can't I?
Why can't I?

I'm the one getting my ass kicked
over here, it's not you.

Horace.

Yeah, I have children here, you don't
know what that's like.

(change jingling)

Yeah, but I'm not gonna do that.

What are you, crazy?

Yeah.

No, I can't do that.

Come here.

Go downstairs, get mama
a pack of cigarettes.

Yeah, I know, I know, I know.

I know, Abby.

Oh, okay.

- Well, Little Horace,
when he was about six,

he was in the little league
and I coached his team, right?

And so he played right field, so right
away, you know how good he is, right?

I mean, how many kids that age
could hit it out to right field?

So he'd be out there, you know,
picking his nose and staring off,

and then one day, he comes running up
to me in the middle of the game,

up to the bench,
he says,

(high pitched) Uncle Pete, Uncle Pete,

I gotta make a pee pee!

I said, get the fuck
back out on the field!

What's the matter with you?
(laughter)

He said, (high pitched) time out,
Uncle Pete, I gotta make a pee pee!

I said, I don't care if you
gotta make a doo-doo.

You don't stop in the middle of the game.

What are you doing?

What is this, girls' softball?

And then he's crying like, wahh...

All right, all right,
I had to call a time-out.

So I say to the ump, time out.

And then I go over to Horace, I said,
okay, all right, come here.

Here, come here.

I said, all right, Horace.

I called a time out so you
can go take a leak, all right?

I mean, what am I gonna do?
He's my nephew and he's crying, right?

So I said, okay, honey, go to the toilet,
I'll put Ralphie in right field, all right?

So you can go take a pee pee.

And he's crying, just standing there.

I said, what's the matter with you?

I thought you had to go
make a pee pee?

Now go make a pee pee!

And he says...

(high pitched) Uncle Pete,
Uncle Pete, it's too late!

I look and he's got piss
all over his pants!

His pants are covered in piss!

Remember that, Horace?

Remember when you peed
your pants in little league?

Where you going?

Oh, come on, you little crybaby!

- Don't cry, little Horace.

Horace: He's all right.
He's all right, Pa.

man: Oh, Jesus.

- Hey, Horace, didn't your other
boy play baseball, too?

- Yeah.
Yeah, Little Pete's good.

- Yeah.
- He's on a team, he's great.

Shortstop, and he can hit it.

Fantastic.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Where you been?

Where you been?

- Heaven.

- Tell me where you been.
What, are you fucking wearing lipstick?

When'd you start wearing lipstick?

Where you been?

Tell me where you been and don't lie.

Don't tell me you been at Tina's,
'cause your mother

already colluded on that lie
and I'm not buying it.

- I don't have to lie to you, I don't have to
tell you anything.

- You're dating that nigger again.

- Yeah, I don't date niggers,
Dad, I just fuck 'em.

- There's something wrong with you.

- Oh, yeah?
- There's something wrong with you.

- Yeah, what's wrong with me?

- Somebody should put you away.
- Oh, yeah?

- She's got a mouth on her.

I mean, the way she talks.

You know what I heard?

That all teenage girls,

they got, like,
a hormonal imbalance,

so no matter what you do,

you know, you could smack 'em
and smack 'em.

beat the shit out of them, tell them right
from wrong, it ain't gonna get through.

- That's true.

She gonna be married in another
year anyway, Horace.

Let some other guy smack her out.

- Your people do that a lot,
don't' they, George?

- Say what?

- You smack the shit out of your kids.

- Well, I just do what my daddy did, man.

- A teenage girl hates her father.

She's supposed to.

It's a biological imperative so she doesn't
fuck her father.

- Hey, hey, what the fuck
is wrong with you?

- I loved my dad.

- Hey, Dad.

We won.

- Nice.

- Hey.

You okay?

Where's Mom?

- She's in there crying.

- Oh.

Oh, hey, guess what I got?

- What?

- Guess.

- What?

- Look at the back.

Bicentennial.

- Oh.
Wow.

Thanks, Pete.

- Sure.

- Now I can show Dad
I have another one.

- Pete.

What did you do to my stuff?
Little Pete: What?

- What did you do to my pictures?

- I didn't do anything.

- I found all these fucking
pictures in the trash.

Those are mine and you
scratched out the faces!

- Why do you think I did it!

- Because you're a fucking retard!

You have mental problems, or you're
queer or something, I don't know.

- Just shut up!
Shut up!

- What is wrong with you, Pete?

Why can't any of us be normal?
- Shut up!

- Why can't anyone be fucking normal?
- Just shut up!

- No!
- Sylvia!

- I have had it!
- Shut up!

- I have fucking had it with you!
- Shut up!

Mary Ann: How dare you?
Sylvia: I didn't do anything!

(shouting continues)

I didn't do anything!

Little Horace: Why are we
coming down here?

Mary Ann: Shh, shh, shh, shh...
Sylvia: Mom, this is so stupid.

You just sneak out?

Mary Ann: Shh!
You're gonna wake up your father.

Go.
Sylvia: So what, Mom?

This is a fucking waste of time.
Mary Ann: Yeah, you shut your mouth.

This is all because of you.

Because you had to stay out late.
- It's not my fault.

- If I don't get us out of here, you have no
idea what's going on--

- It's not my fault you don't
know how to fight back.

- Horace, go, go, go.

Okay.
- Wait a sec.

- God.
- Honey.

Sylvie.
- Hi, Aunt Abby.

- God, here, please, Sylvia, take your
brother out to the car right now.

- What?
- Where are we going?

- This better be for real, Mom.
- Take your brother out.

Abby: Shut up, Sylvie.

- Go, go.
- Okay.

- Oh, my God.
- What about Pete?

- My bag, my bag.
- No, no, no--

- No, Mom, forget your stuff, just come.
- Mary Ann, Mary Ann, just come now.

- No, wait, I'll be right there,
I'll be one second.

- Okay, hurry up!
Little Horace: What about Pete?

- Go on, kids.
Little Horace: Where are we going?

What about Pete?
- Shh, shh.

(sink running)

- Hey, Mom.

- Pete.
what the hell are you doing?

- I just have to get these filled up.

It's important.

- You're gonna wake up your father.

- I'll explain it to him,
it's important.

He'll understand.

- Pete, what the hell?

- I told you, Mom, this is important.

Dad will understand, I'll explain it later.

Dad, listen.

I have to get all these glasses
filled up before the sun rises.

It's really important.

No, Dad...

(smacking sounds)
No!

(Little Pete shouting,
Mary Ann panting)

Please, Dad! Stop!

Dad!

Please, stop!

Stop! Please!

Please! Dad!

Stop! Stop!

Dad, please!

Stop! Dad!

Stop!

Please, Dad!

Dad! Stop!

Please! Stop!

Please!

Please!

Dad! Stop!

Dad! Please!
Dad! Stop!

Dad!
(door opens)

Please! Dad!

Please! Don't!
(door slamming)

(man humming)

(vocalizing)

-
Horace & Pete

- Found the box of Easter stuff.

Some of it is really fucking old.

And gross.

Anyway, you want to start decorating?

- No.

- Well, don't leave it for tomorrow.
It's gonna be a clusterfuck.

- What are you doing?
- Uhh, cutting limes.

- What for?
- For fucking gin and tonics.

I'm not asking anymore, I'm just doing,
it's fucking stupid.

You don't have to use them.

We're gonna have limes and lemons and
olives like every bar

on the face of the earth.

- Okay.

man: Hey, you know what?
I figured out Trump.

woman: Yeah?
- Yeah.

He's the neediest guy in the world.

Like, he's really needy and he really
needs this to be president

more than anything, and we're

all gonna vote for him, 'cause we're a
generous country

and we help people that are in need.

- Maybe he just wants to give back.

You ever think of that, you cynical
chimp?

- No, he can't do that.
He cannot give back.

That's gonna make his hole way deeper.

You understand that?

Google "Trump charity," okay?

All that's gonna come up is, you know,

some teenager blowing a black guy,
which is what

everything connects to, but Trump has a
president hole, get it?

Nothing short of the presidency is gonna
fill that hole,

and he's gonna get it
like he got that ten billion,

'cause when he got the ten billion, it
didn't fill his hole.

He went, oh, my God, there's still more
hole and my--

my many Russian war brides
aren't filling it,

and you know, saying hi to my doorman
is not filling it

and my stupid show, I get to tell Penn
Gillette what to do, that didn't fill it.

I need to be the leader of the free world
and everyone has to love me,

like he knows what his hole is and he's
going for it, you see?

And America, 'cause we're good, we're
gonna help him.

- Okay.

- Okay, so we're all gonna vote for Trump
because he's hurting, he's in pain?

We're actually gonna let him be our
president to be nice,

or kind or something?

- Yeah, yeah.
Like Batboy.

Remember Batboy?

We're all in on it.

- What was Batboy?

- The kid with cancer and he wanted to
be Batman,

so the whole city was like,
you're Batman!

- I had this friend and she's ten years old.

You know, she's--

She's my neighbor.

I mean, it's okay if I have a ten-year-old
friend, right?

- Yeah, you can have one.

- Anyway, I talk to her the other day and
she said that she had

a stomachache and so she--

she said to me, Big Boy--

Well, that's what she calls me, she calls
me "Big Boy."

She said, um, my stomach hurts
so bad, I wanna--

I wanna pound my stomach, 'cause it--
'cause it hurts.

And I said, well,
that's not how it works, Esmeralda.

If your stomach hurts and you hurt it
more, then you hurt more.

I said, you have to, you know,

find the place in you
where it hurts

and be kind to it, be good to it,

give it milk and honey and medicine

and it'll heal and you
and it will be okay and...

Then I thought, if someone's part of you,
how do you stop them from hurting you?

And it's...

It's by being good to them

and being caring to them and giving
them milk and honey,

you know, and you need to take care
of people to hurt you.

- Yeah, we're all connected.

That hippie shit is true.

That's not just Trump, that's our Trump,
do you understand?

And he's in pain, and he's swollen,
and we gotta get some ice on him quick

and get him in the White House.

- Can't we just tell him
he's the president?

You know, can't we just pretend,
so he'll be okay?

- Like Batboy.
Leon: Yeah, like Batboy.

- Can we Batboy him?

- Ugh.

Who cares?

Whatever.
I don't vote, I think it's annoying.

- Sylvie.

- Hey.

Hey, Ricky.

- Hi, Ricky.

Hey, any news?

- Uh, look, guys.

I've had everybody in the department
looking for Pete.

You know, I mean, I've got someone in
every precinct.

We put out a silver alert, even though
he's not old enough,

we got his picture everywhere.

- That's great.

- Been checking even tri-state
departments.

- Wow.
- Friends up in New Jersey state.

I mean, we've looked everywhere, guys.

Nothing.

Nothing's turning up.

He ain't been to see Trisha.

Nothing.

Not a lead, or a story about someone
seeing him.

Nothing.

I mean, I'm sorry, but we're striking out.

- Well, thank you.
Thanks for all that.

That's--
- Yeah.

Thank--
Thank everybody, please.

- Yeah, just let us know.
- Just let us-- Yeah.

- Yeah.
- If you get some more info.

- If there's an update.
- Yeah.

Um...

Guys.

Look, this is the hard part.

Pete's gone.

- Yeah, I know.

- No, I mean, like,
when someone is missing...

Hey, we've had more manpower on this
than we've ever had

looking for someone.

I mean, I've got the fire department
involved in looking for him

and I hate firemen.

- No.
- No, it means a lot.

- Yeah.
- Ricky, thank you.

- No.

What I'm trying to say is...

You know, someone in Pete's condition?

He didn't go anywhere.

He couldn't have gone anywhere.

He's gone.

He's in the river or something.

And it's hard when a body doesn't--

Doesn't turn up.

Look, this isn't the first time I've had to
have this talk, but...

when it's people you know, it's hard.

- What are you trying to say, Ricky?

- Horace, he's gone.

Pete's gone.

He's dead.

We gotta call it now.

We gotta call him dead.

I'm sorry.

That's what this is.

- Huh.

- I'm sorry, guys.

- Yeah, give up, Ricky.
That's fine.

Thanks a lot, man.

Thanks for trying.

- Ricky, let's go.

- Sorry for your loss.
Horace: Thanks a lot.

Thank you.
- Ricky, thank you.

Thanks a lot.
- Okay, Sylvia.

You know...

Pete, he...

- I know, I know, we knew.

Thank you.

Some of this stuff is from the '60s.

It's kinda cute, though.

Oh, I found the famous...

Horace & Pete's ham recipe,
so, you know, I'm gonna--

I'll try to make that.
- We're not--

We're not doing Easter.

- We're not?
- No.

- Uh, well, it's tomorrow.

All right, um, Horace?

Listen.

It's been a month.

I didn't need Ricky to tell me what we
already know.

He's gone.
So-- So what are you gonna do?

- What are you talking about?
What the fuck-- What are you--

Why are you saying this to--
What are you saying to me right now?

Why are you saying this?
- Horace, because,

right now is right now.

Pete is gone.

Are you gonna do Easter?

What are you gonna do?

What are you gonna do?

- I'm not doing Easter.
I'm not doing any of that.

None of that makes sense
without Pete here.

- Okay, so, then close this place down.

Go do something else.

- I can' t do that.

- Why not?

- Because he's gonna come back,
'cause he might come back.

- He's-- Horace, he is not coming back.
Horace.

Pete is dead, Horace.

Fuck it.
You know, Horace, it's time.

It's time for you to claim a fucking life.

You sat out the first half, now it's time of
you to make something

of whatever time you fucking
have left.

- I didn't sit out my life.

- No, no, you most certainly did.

You and fucking Pete, both you guys.

You guys together, like,
you were half a guy each.

Together, you didn't didn't
even add up to a whole.

Now, he is gone.

You have a chance to be a person.

To live a fucking life, I don't care, Horace,
I'm saying all of it.

What are you going to do?

What are you
going to do?

- I don't know.

I don't know, I'm sorry.

- Okay, well, there's something
you need to know, brother.

I'm leaving.

- You are?
- Yes, I'm going.

I'm getting the fuck out of here.

You can do what you want,

but Harold and I are leaving town
on Monday and that's it.

I'm getting the fuck out of here.
- Where?

- Where--
I don't know where.

See the country or whatever, just--
Just not here, though.

- You're telling me that now?
- Yes, now.

Yes, now, Horace.

This is all you fucking have is right now.
Do you understand?

I almost died and I got
my fucking life back,

and I'm not spending it here,
there's no fucking way.

I hope you don't either, Horace.

And I will miss you, but I'm not gonna sit
here and watch you rot.

- Oh, Pete...

Pete.
- Horace?

You can call him all you want.

He doesn't hear you, Horace.

Horace.

You know, fuck Easter, then, I mean,
like, you know, fuck that anyway.

I am leaving on Monday.

Do something.

Please.

Don't make me think about you sitting
there like...

Like that.

(door opens, footsteps approaching)

- Hey.

Hi. I'm Mara.

I'm here for the interview.
- Sorry?

- Oh, you sound like the guy
I talked to on the phone.

Are you Horace?

- Yeah.
- Oh, hey.

How you doing?

Gosh, it's so dark in here.

So, I'm here for the job interview.
- Oh.

- Today.

- We're looking for a bartender.

- Yes.
I'm the person, right here.

Look.
Goodbye, gone.

When do I start?

Let's go.

- Listen, this isn't a great time
for me right now.

- Oh.
- I'm sorry, I apologize.

- Oh, I'm sorry, just give me
ten minutes, though.

Just give me ten minutes and then you
won't have to see me again

'til tomorrow, at work.

Horace.
- You want an interview now?

- Yes, please.

I mean, that's what you said
and I'm in a hurry.

I have popsicles in the car.

Popsicles melt.

And then it's juice.

Who likes juice, Horace?

Please?

- Sure, have a seat, would you?
- Thank you.

- Okay.
Now, I know this job starts tomorrow,

but I'm gonna need
next weekend off

because I'm gonna go to Chicago.

They're having a bit of a--

Like, a little party thing
that I want to go to.

And I like going to parties.
- In Chicago?

- Yeah, in Chicago.

The land of pizza, yes.

This is a nice place.

Do you have any termites?
Everything's wood.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Are you okay?
I mean...

- Yeah, no, yeah.
- Okay.

All right.
- So, have you...

- Um, yes?
- ... bartended before?

- I have, I've bartended a lot, actually.

The last, I was in Greece, I worked at
a taverna for a while in Athens, Greece.

And then I did a little bit
of bartending in Mykonos,

'cause I was there, and I bartended in

Chicago at a little club,
but I hated the manager.

I'm not gonna give you his reference.
I hated his guts.

I actually took his keys
and I threw them in the snow

'cause I knew he wouldn't
find them 'til the springtime.

I just couldn't stand that guy.

I mean, I know I shouldn't
be telling you that,

'cause here I am trying to get a job, but...

And then I've been everywhere but pretty
much, like, North and South Dakota,

I've never been.
But I love Black Hills Gold,

so I should go there one day, right?

Are you all right?

You look--
- I've had a tough day.

- Oh.
I'm sorry, let me just..

God, it's driving me crazy, your eyes are,
like, soaking wet.

They're, like, soaking wet.

Do you have an allergy problem

or something?
- Um.

- Look, I'm gonna just go like this.
- Okay.

- And you're just gonna breathe.
- Okay.

- Isn't that good?
- Yeah.

- You know, sometimes,
if you just press on the temple--

You have a headache, don't you?
- A little bit, yeah.

- Look, 'cause, like, your whole face is
full of strawberries.

You're sensitive, aren't you?

Redheads are sensitive.
- Yeah, I guess so.

- When's your birthday?

Are you a Virgo?
- Yeah.

- I knew it, I knew it, see.

I do just a little bit of palm reading and
can do horoscopes, charts.

This woman taught me.

- Who taught you?
- Yeah, she was a pill-popping,

you know, astrologer, but she taught me
how to read charts.

It's fascinating, so I'm really good--

I'm really good with people.

I'm really great with strangers.

- So where did you work besides Chicago
and Greece?

- Oh, gosh, I worked in Vancouver for a
while at this place called

the Golfin' Dolphin, but they didn't

have alcohol, but I served drinks, but it
was just, like, you know,

water mixed with, like,
flavored juice.

I didn't work there long, but that was in
Vancouver and that was a lot of fun.

And then I worked in Iowa for a while

and then Washington, D.C.

and then I worked in

South Carolina, Charleston.
- Where are you from?

- Are you--
Originally, I'm from North Carolina.

Raleigh, the capital.

You been there?
- No.

- Near Cherry Point.

It's like a military base.

I went there 'cause I wanted to save
my money to get a Hobie Cat, a boat.

Do you ever go sailing
or anything like that?

- No.
- Do you know anything about--

Well, you're sensitive.

I bet you want to stay out
of the sun, right?

You probably frizzle,
you burn, you know?

Ha, look at that, you're smiling!

Look at that smile.

See, you use every muscle
in your face when you smile.

You're all sad sack.

You know?

Can I get you a drink?

Maybe that'll cheer you up.

Then I can prove to you how good
I'm gonna be at this job.

- Listen, Mora, can I have
your phone number?

Maybe I'll call you when--
- Oh! My phone number?

- I mean, just so I can call you when we
figure out what we're doing,

'cause I'm not sure what
we're doing.

- Okay, I'm gonna give you
a phone number.

I don't really have a phone,
but I know this guy--

It's a long story.

It's this guy I dated for a long time,

he was actually an alcoholic
and gay and he came to my

house and he drank all the sangria

and then I had this watermelon and he
picked it up and he threw it on the floor

and then he wet my bed.

I dated him for two years, it took me five
to get over him,

but I'm gonna give you his number.
He'll call you.

Ugh, he was a Sagittarius.

You know, they say if you look at
something green

for ten minutes every day,
it's supposed to cheer you up.

- I didn't know that.

- Why don't you come
to Chicago with me?

I'm not gonna be there long.

I don't even know you.
That's weird, isn't it?

Right?
- Sure.

- Okay.
Oh! You have a jukebox.

There's your fun over there.

- Yeah.
- Do you have any money?

- It's free, we just let you give--

- Oh, free?
Finally, something free, okay.

I'm gonna play a song and I'm gonna get
out of your hair.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Any song?

- Whatever you want.

- Okay.
Here's one.

This one's for you.

Redhead.

(song playing)

Perfect.
All right, I'll see you tomorrow.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Bye!
- It's nice to meet you.

- See you around like a doughnut.

- Okay.

-
Let us be lovers

- I think I know what I'm gonna do.

-
She read her magazine

- Pete!

-
Though I know she was sleeping...

- Pete!

-
I'm empty and aching
and I don't know why...

- Hi, Pete.
- Pete.

Pete.

- Hi, Pete.
- You all right?

- Hi.

- You're okay, it's okay.

It's okay.
It's okay.

It's okay.

It's all right.

(Horace sighs)

- Horace, wait.
Horace, wait a second.

- Pete, Pete, Pete.
- Pete, honey...

- Pete, Pete, Pete.
Pete, honey.

Pete. Pete.
- Horace, wait, wait, wait--

Wait, wait, Horace, Horace!
- Pete, Pete...

Sylvia: (screaming) No!

- This place is, like, famous, right?

- Oh, yeah.

- What's the story with this place?

- This...

This, my friend, is Horace & Pete's,

the true heart of Brooklyn,

owned for 100 years by two brothers,

Horace and Pete.

Until one day Pete killed Horace
and had to go away.

And that's what happened
to Horace and Pete.

- I gotta move the van soon,
I'm parked bad.

- Yeah.

Okay.

So that's it from upstairs?

- Yeah, that's it.

- What are you gonna
do with all this stuff?

- Uh, I'm not gonna do anything.

- You're just gonna leave it?

What's gonna happen to the place?
- I don't know.

And, uh, I don't care.

- Well, it's yours now, isn't it?

- No, it is not mine.

And I am not its.

- Huh.

You know, Sylvie, you could--

Okay.

Okay.

- Harold.

We're walking out of this place and that
is it for me and Horace & Pete's.

Okay?

- Okay, all I'm saying is that you can take
this and turn it into something new.

Sylvia's place.

Get rid of all these old ghosts
and make it your own.

- Harold, you said you would help me get
the fuck out of here.

Please, just do that.

- It's okay, honey.

- Okay.
- It is okay.

We're going.

I promise.

I'm gonna go get this van parked right.

- Okay.

Thank you.

- We're gonna pack it up
and get the hell out.

- Hi, we're closed.
- Yeah. Um, hi.

- Hi.

- Are-- Are you Sylvia?

- Yes.

- You're my aunt, Sylvia.

- Holy shit.

You're Horace?

- Yeah.

- Whew.

Wow, there you are.

Horace the fucking ninth.

(laughing)

Gosh, no, nothing.

Nothing.

Wow.

- Guess it's kinda weird
that we've never met.

- Yeah, it's kinda weird, isn't it?

- Well, I--

I never knew my dad.

- Well, no, you didn't,

but you could have,
'cause he was here every day, so...

So...

- What--
What was he like?

- What was he like?

Uh...

You know, he was nothing, really.

He was no kind of man.

He was not, uh...

particularly funny
or smart or kind or...

You know, he was just...

He was just some guy.

But he was your father.

- Yeah.

- I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

Excuse me for a sec.

(quietly sobbing)

Excuse me for a second, I'm sorry.

(sobbing)

Oh, my God...

(sobbing)

-
Hell no

- That's a wrap on
"Horace & Pete," everybody!

(cheers and applause)

- Yeah!

(cheers and applause)

- Woo, woo!

(laughter)

- Shortest day of work ever!

(chatter)

- Thank you all.

man: Bravo!

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