All language subtitles for The Goldbergs s04e05 Stefan King.eng

Adult Adam: Back in the '80s, Stephen
King was the master of horror.

The man seemed to write
a new book every week,

and I devoured them all.

But my favorite... "Misery,"

a story about a woman
who kept a writer captive

till he wrote her
the story of her dreams.

Schmoop-a-loop.

Don't forget we're going
underpants shopping tomorrow.

I remember you saying that.

I don't remember agreeing to it.

I suppose you're too old
for Underoos now?

Yes! I'm in a high school!

God, this is a nightmare
I can't escape from.

[Sighs] Guess I'll have to
put these in my scrapbook now.

Stephen King made me want
to write horror stories, too.

I just hadn't found anything
horrific to write about.

Let me see.

What... is... scary?

Kissy monster attack!

And if my writer's block
weren't bad enough,

I had this to deal with, too.

Whoo! That was good for me.

Okay, meatloaf burgers in 20.

[Chuckles]

- Nom nom nom nom nom!
- [Chuckles]

Ohh! [Laughs]

Wait. That was it.

I already lived in my own
Stephen King horror tale,

and I was gonna write about the
scariest monster of them all...

Kissy monster returns!

...my horrifying smother.

Feeds on chubby cheeks!

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It was October 29th, 1980-something,

and, unfortunately for Erica,

the Halloween dance
was fast approaching.

Me and Evy came up with
the perfect couple's costume.

I'm gonna be Seymour
from "Little Shop of Horrors."

And I'll be Audrey II,
the man-eating plant.

- Fits.
- Excuse me, now?

I hope it fits... the costume.

And, uh, who exactly are you
taking to the dance, Erica?

I've got... someone lined up. It...

Lainey's hot cousin Nate.

What? Nate didn't tell me
you were goin...

Yeah, he doesn't tell you everything.

Oh. Yeah.

He did say you're in
a very serious relationship.

It's not that serious.

I mean, we could break up anytime,

so I can date other people.

Totally.

'Cause you have trouble committing?

Nope. I'm very open to that.

Just... with the right person,
which it's not right now.

Point is, I have a date. Okay. Bye.

Yep, my sister had resorted
to making up a date,

and no one was more pleased
than my brother.

Oh... ho... ho... ho... ho!

How the mighty have fallen.

Okay, I can't deal with
whatever this is, so get out.

This is me rejoicing
in your social failures.

I know you have no date this Halloween,

most romantic of all holidays.

Okay, I get it...
You're here to bust balls,

but please,
I need you to cut me some slack.

Did you ever cut me slack
during the last 16 years?

Before I had Lainey,

you tortured me for being
the world's biggest loser.

Come on. I wasn't that bad.

You made a puppet out of a tube sock

and told everyone it was my girlfriend.

[Chuckles] Soxanne.

You wrote an op-ed in the school paper

about what a loser I was.

I changed your name! No one knew
that Gary Boldberg was you.

You spread a rumor
about me dating the lunch lady!

Doris is just a friend!

Okay, fine! I've done a few evil things.

But that doesn't mean
I deserve comeuppance. Please!

Oh, no!

I've been waiting my whole life
for this moment

to come in here
and call you the sad sack.

Oh, my God. You're right.

I'm you. I'm the Barry.

"I'm the Barry"? What...
What the hell does that mean?

You know... the mopey loser, the Barry!

Okay, that is not
what being the Barry means.

I don't want to be the Barry,
but that's exactly what I am!

This is my moment of triumph!

Don't feel sorry for yourself
for being me!

But I really do feel like
a hopeless Barry,

while you're happily living your
life like anything but a Barry.

Okay, I am happy, but I'm not the Barry.

[Slurps]

I mean, I am the Barry,
but in a good way!

Gah! Just shut up!

As Barry wasn't getting his revenge,

I was about to find out that
my mom had read my horror story

- based solely on her.
- Hey.

Don't "hey" me, mister.
I found your little story.

Oh. Okay.

Any resemblance
to actual persons living or dead

or big-haired and blond
is purely coincidental.

I just don't understand
how you could do this.

Why would you hide something so...

amazing from your mother?

You actually liked it?

Liked it?

This is as good, if not better,
than Stefan King himself.

Stephen King. And you've read his stuff?

Not a word. But I'll tell you something.

He'd better look out for
Adam F. Goldberg.

Love the middle initial...
very authorly.

It's only there 'cause there's
another Adam Goldberg in school.

He's in 11th grade and has a beard.

Ooh! What if we send this story
to Mr. King?

Maybe he could get it published.

I-I would love that,
but it's just a first draft.

If he's gonna read it,
it has to be perfect.

You keep working on it,

and we'll keep it under wraps
until then.

Great news, everyone.

I've picked the new book for book club.

Ooh! Who's it by?

Only the greatest American novelist.

- Hemingway?
- Hemingway?

Pfft! Yuck! [Chuckles]

My little Adam.

Beverly, we usually do classics
or award winners.

The point of book club
is to enrich our minds.

Put a sock in it, Elaine.

Last week, you picked
that suck-ass "Joy Luck Club."

Bevy, that book was
a heart-wrenching masterpiece.

Okay, what are you even doing here?

This is a book club for ladies.

That's exactly why I'm here.

Albert Solomon, book lover.

Dad, stop trying to take over book club.

Okay, everyone.

Read my boopie's book.

I guess reading one little
short story... won't hurt.

Yay! [Laughs]

I'm so glad you already love it.

Yay!

Yay!!

As my mom was helping me
get my big break,

my sister was about to get
one of her own.

[Car door closes, engine starts]

Are you okay, Geoff?

Oh, my gosh, did you break up?

If so, that is sad.

No. Uh, Evy's Gam-Gam's in the hospital.

She can't go to the Halloween dance.

That is also sad.

Hey! I have a fun idea.

Why don't you two do
a couple's costume together?

As friends.

Yes. Just a couple of friends.

We can even do "Little Shop
of Horrors," like you wanted.

I... thought you had a date.

Lainey's cousin?

Uh, no, his grandma's sick, too.

She must have caught
the same bug as Evy's grandma.

I don't think you can catch
slipping in a tub.

Well, we're not doctors.

I don't know. I mean,
Evy was the one making them,

and I don't even know how...

Bup-bup. Don't you worry.

I am going to make
a Broadway-quality costume

with my own two hands.

Boom! Look what I rented
with my own two hands.

You are so gonna take Evy's man

while she's tending
to her ailing Gam-Gam.

Don't say it like that,

'cause you make it sound like
I'm the bad guy here.

Eh, it's dicey, but you're my
best friend. I'm on your side.

That day, Erica wasn't the only one

with delusions of grandeur.

Okay, blah-di-blah. Enough small talk.

All your weeks were the same.

Nothing important happened
in your lives.

All right, down to business.

Who here loved Adam's story?

Beverly, it was good... really good.

I knew it!
My baby's the next Stefan King.

Just... Just one tiny, little thing.

Um... did you happen to notice
anything familiar?

What? What are you getting at?

Uh... Albert, you want to field this?

Fine. I'll take the hit.

Listen, Bevy, it's clear

the soul-sucking monster
in the story is you.

Mmmm...

I don't see it.

It's name is Veeberly, has blond hair,

and wears colorful sweaters.

Mmmm... not connecting the dots.

Just look at the cover.

It's clearly your head on
a spider-like creature's torso.

Mmmmmm...

Beverly, it's you!

Wait, does everybody here think
I'm a monster?

No! No, no, no! We don't think that.

Just your child.

He's the one that called you...
let me get the words...

"a vicious she-spider
whose strength comes from

her children's blood and Jazzercize."

Well, that...
that's not Adam's final version.

He still has many, many changes to make.

I get it.

Once, my son said that
my chicken was a little dry.

Oh, your chicken was dry!

Get out.

I love you,
but get your ass out of here.

Book club is over.

[Door slams]

Oh, good. They're gone [Grunts]

Can you believe they think
Adam's short story is about me?

Here, let me take a look.

"It was blond and angry
and was rude to waiters."

- No, this tracks.
- That could be anybody.

"The colorful sweaters and neon leggings

hid the darkness in her heart."

Why am I even discussing this?

I've got shrimp Parm to make for dinner.

"She lured her victims with promises

of cheesy seafood casserole."

Yes, we all know... clearly, it's me!

As my mom was finding out
she was my monster,

Erica was about to get
a fright of her own.

Hey. Hi. [Chuckling] Hello.

Y-You're back.

Great news... Evy's Gam-Gam
made a full recovery.

Oh, that's just so great!

'Cause now we're... not
going to the dance together.

Or...[Chuckles] how's this work?

Um, I think it works like

I'll go with my girlfriend
but see you there?

For sure! I'm going with Nate again.

His grandma's doing better,
too. [Chuckles]

Vitamins... am I right? [Laughs]

Anyway, I'll catch you there.

Okay.

Thanks for agreeing
to go with him as friends.

So sweet of you.

Also. I'm onto you, homewrecker.

- Wha...
- I lied about Gam-Gam doing better.

She's in a medically induced coma.

But I'm staying here to make sure

you don't lay your mitts on my man.

Evy, I have no idea why you...

Oh, sweet Erica.

I get what he sees in you.

The olive skin, chestnut auburn hair,

easy smile.

Thank you?

You had your chance
with my Geoff last year.

But you blew it.

Blew... it.

Oh, Evy.

Sure, you're smart and confident.

But it won't be enough.

[Laughs nervously]

Don't you drag the back
of your hand down my cheek

in a soft but threatening manner.

Only I do that.

Well, it seems like
I'm doing it right now.

Only the woman with
the upper hand does that.

Shh! We both know who that is.

Shh!

Don't you shush my lips
with your finger!

I am the one who shushes!

- Shhhh!
- Shhhh!

- Shhhh!
- Shhhh!

Enough!

This is a fight you can't win, missy,

'cause I already won.

Ugh. We watched this whole thing,

and they're not gonna wrestle at all.

This school sucks.

Totally.

Let's go smash some pumpkins. [Chuckles]

It was Halloween night,
and I was gonna be

the scariest kid on the block.

Little did I know, something
scarier was right behind me.

Going somewhere, love bug?

I thought I'd go trick-or-treating...

you know, for old times' sake.

Of course.

But first,
you have some rewriting to do.

See, I showed your story
to my book club.

They had some concerns.

- Not me, of course... them.
- Like what?

The main character, the Veeberly,

they think she should be more lovable.

- What?!
- And kind. And snuggly.

Snuggly? For a horror story?

That makes no sense.

I don't know... I'm not a writer,

but do that exactly.

Type-y, type-y.

Oh, my God!

You figured out the story
was loosely based on you.

"Loosely"?

On page 2, you accidentally wrote

"Beverly" instead of "Veeberly."

It's just a story. It's no big deal.

Well, I'm glad you feel that way,

'cause you're gonna change it all

and make me a great mama.

My friends think my own son
sees me as a monster.

Do you know how much that hurts me?

You realize
what you're doing to me, right?

- You're "Misery-ing" me.
- That's not a word.

You're trapping me in my room

and forcing me
to make changes to my story,

just like the crazy lady
in Stephen King's book.

Squishy, you can leave
whenever you want...

once you fix the story.

Now, stop with the cockadoodie attitude

and get to work!

Yay.

As I was being forced to keep working,

Erica had completely given up.

Hey, sport. How you feeling?

Awful. Never felt so much
like a Barry in my entire life.

You do know he's my boyfriend
and I love him, right?

[Muffled] I know.

Well, I've got some news
that'll cheer you up.

My cousin Nate has agreed
to take you to the dance.

Hot Nate? Really?

Hey, Eri... No.

It's Nate. Hi... Hi, Nate.

Lainey, can I see you
in the hall for sec?

- Uh-huh.
- Okay.

[Chuckles]

- [Whispering] You're going!
- No. That's not happening.

- You're gonna...
- No. No. Good luck.

[Normal voice] Um,
Nate just realized that he had

a Halloween night dental appointment...

that he can't reschedule.

There is no Halloween night
dental appointment, is there?

No. He kind of saw you and left.

- Say I'm the Barry.
- You're the Barry.

Oh, heard my name!

It better be in reference to someone

with exceptional talent,
who can rap and break-dance.

Okay, that's enough. Erica, get up.

- No one is gonna be the Barry tonight.
- Hey!

You're doing a couple's costume
with your sister...

- end of story.
- No way!

We already agreed to go
as Harry and the Hendersons.

We're supposed to be
"When Harry Met Sally..."

Yeah. You're Sally Henderson.

I can't do a couple's costume
with my stupid brother.

What if people find out?

He'll be completely hidden
inside the costume.

No one will know.

Barry: You said
this costume was awesome.

I'm a stupid flower. Get it off me!

Calm down.
Remember why you're doing this.

Ugh! Because you're making me!

No, 'cause you love your sister.

Wait... That's why? Then no!

- I'm no one's puppet!
- You kind of are.

Lainey, this is the worst idea
you've had

since you said yes to dating Barry.

- I will fight you!
- Well, come on!

You just messed with the wrong [bleep].

Both of you, shut up! This is happening!

No way! I'm supposed to be
mocking her pain,

like she did with me.

Maybe I'll just do
a little victory dance.

And it goes
a little something like this!

Ooh! Take it! Take it!

Sweetie, the costume's
only making your dance adorable.

Damn it. Everything I do in
this costume fights my agenda.

Okay, we're pulling the plug.
Someone get me my Cool Whip.

Stop it! Both of you need to suck
it up and be there for each other.

Fine! I'll do it!

But only 'cause I love you, baby.

I love you, too.

Come here. Give me some sugar.

Get away from me!

All: Trick or treat.

Look at you guys...
I turned on the sprinklers,

and you still made it through.

Yeah. Happy Halloween.

Psst. Where's Ma?

She's taking Pops home.

Perfect. I can hit a few houses.

Whatever you do, do not tell Mom that...

Oh, wow. You're just
walking away, don't care at all.

My captor was gone for the evening.

Or so I thought.

Balls! Balls!

Ohh!

Ohh! Stupid clown shoes!

Just like "Misery,"
she'd come home early.

Come on, come on, come on!

Every moment counted!

I hadn't just written
a Stephen King Story...

I was living it!

[Suspenseful music plays]

Hey, pumpkin.

How's it going?

Just... writing and making
the world come alive.

I know you've been out, mister man.

No, I-I was right here the whole time.

My photo cube was moved, darling.

I always proudly display it
with your picture facing out.

Because you're my little baby star.

But all I saw was this.

Photo cube.

This conversation is over.

Time to get to work.

Oh, God. Don't break my ankles.

Ankles?

I'm making you a pumpkin pie.

I got to smash up the insides.

Oh.

That's very thoughtful.

And you can have some
once you fix the story.

- Boop!
- As I remained captive,

Erica was trying to capture
Geoff's heart.

Dude, sick costumes.
Those put ours to shame.

Oh, it's not a competition.

It really isn't.

But if it was, I'd win.

Kind of feels like I've won.

Have you?

Who's in the plant?

Oh, it's Nate, Lainey's hot cousin.

He doesn't speak.

Are we at the dance yet?!

He doesn't speak.

Hey, cuz, why don't you shut up

and come over to the punch bowl?

Lunch? Great! I'm hungry!

See you on the dance floor?

- For sure.
- So fun.

Erica's plan was going perfectly.

- Which way am I going?!
- No, no, B-Barry.

- Barry, no...
- This plant is hard to steer!

Barry, no! [Screams]

Did I fall? I think I just fell.

Ohh!

Ew!

Erica's date is her brother!

[Laughter]

I...

Wow.

That is rough.

It was Halloween night,

and I had finished rewriting my story.

How's Adam's masterpiece?

- Phew.
- Oh, my God.

You're sighing deeply
because you love it!

Well, the story sure is different now.

In a good way, right?

The Veeberly isn't
a mom-ster at all now.

Yes, she's made of pure love,

and her sole mission in life
is not to fail as a mother.

That's why her children
let her move in with them!

Beverly, this is wrong
on so many levels.

Did you even see
the new cover Adam made?

"Schmoopie Loves Mommy"...
that's a very off-putting title.

Mmmm... not seeing a problem here.

In Adam's first story,

Veeberly was a complex,
three-dimensional character.

- What are you saying?
- You inspired Adam... you.

It's the whole reason
his writing worked.

You mean... I'm his muse?

- Oh. No.
- I'm his muse!

Actually, Stephen King is his...

My baby loves me and
honors me with his words.

- Not at all.
- I have to make this right.

No, Veeberly...

I-I mean Beverly.

Ah, damn it.

Erica?

Go away.

It's really not as bad as you think.

Please... Just leave me alone.

Man, she really is the Barry.

- No offense.
- No, she's the me.

I've never seen her like this.
I can always cheer her up.

Well, maybe there's
someone else who can.

Hey. [Sighs]

Barry said you could use a friend.

And Seymour always knows how to
cheer up his Audrey, right?

Not this time.

Come on. I've known you
since, like, kindergarten.

There's always one thing
that can cheer you up,

no matter what.

[Slow music plays]

I'm not singing, Geoff.

That's okay. I'll start.

What? You think I won't?

I will. I'm not afraid.

You're really doing this, huh?

Oh, no.

Come on. I know you want
to sing. I can see it.

Don't leave me hanging.

- You? Never.
- [Chuckles]

All together now.

Thanks for being such a good friend.

Always.

You feeling better?

Kinda.

Geoff said you sent him in
to cheer me up.

You know... I tortured you for years,

and you really had every right
to throw it back in my face.

I just didn't like
seeing you be the Barry.

You got in a plant for me.

You...

were there for me.

If that's being a Barry,
then I'm okay with that.

Know what a Barry would do right now?

Get back on that dance floor
and have an awesome night.

You don't have to move
the computer back down here.

You can keep it in your room
if you want.

Not so sure writing's for me.

Well, I am.

You got Stephen King's actual address?

I know a few yentas in Maine.

Eh, I'm not so sure

Stevie King's gonna love
"Schmoopie Loves Mommy."

Oh, God, no!
I'm sending him the Veeberly.

But I thought you hate it.

Oh, I do.

[Chuckling] So much.

But... you keep writing about me,

about this family.

It may not all be true, but...

it's pretty darn good.

Thanks, Mama.

Sometimes we put on disguises,

but, fortunately, the people who love us

always know what's going on
on the inside

and are always willing
to help us get back out there.

Turns out the best stories

are the ones that come
from a real place...

the ones that come from home.

_

My name is Stephen King.

My best book was
Stephen King's "Skeleton Crew."

"It's great," says one auth...
says one writer.

It's great!

[Sighs]

My name's Stephen King.

Most people know me
for my suspenseful, chilling...

Beverly! Where's my Sports Illustrated?!

Don't make me read a shampoo bottle!

"Cujo."

"Big friendly dog chases a rabbit

into an underground cave...

...a sleeping evil
crueler than death itself."

Oh, this ought to hold me
for about 9 to 16 minutes.

Yeah.

[Suspenseful music plays]

[Music intensifies]

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