All language subtitles for Wayne.S01E06.1080p.RED.WEB-DL.AAC5.1.H.264-RTN

What the fuck, bro?

You think you can just cut me
the fuck off back there?

You fucking asshole!
I'm fucking talking to you!

Hey! Look at me, motherfucker!

What the fuck?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Wait, wait, wait. No, look, man.

I'm real sorry, man.
Don't fucking do it.

I didn't mean to...

That's a cute car.

Is that your mother's car? You
have a safe fucking trip, yeah?

Hey, how far is Ocala?

- Nine hours, Daddy.
- Let's go get that motherfucker, yeah?

- Motherfucker!
- Motherfucker!

Fuck!

Okay, guys, let's go.

Come on.

Oh. No. You never eat at a
table with the little kids.

Kids do gross shit.

They snot all over everything,
they touch their own assholes...

It's fucking gross.

I hate mushrooms.

I'll eat your fuckin' mushrooms.

You guys wanna see me down it?

I'm hanging with a bunch
of pussies.

Okay.

So cool.

Holy shit! I need water!

That's not so hard.

Why did you do that? Oh, my God.

Are you crying?

I need to pee.

I bet you do.

Shit. Truancy raid!

All right! Y'all know the drill.

And no cussing
on the way to the van.

Huh? Let's go, girlie.

Don't you fuckin' touch me.

I don't even go
to your stupid school.

You keep that up, and I'm gonna have
to call your parents, all right?

- You, check her bag for contraband.
- Hey, give it back!

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Stop that!

What the fuck!

Put me down! I don't go
to his fucking school!

Not so tough now, are you?

Where's the girl?

Uh, I don't know which girl you mean, but
the truancy cops just raided this bitch.

Who are you?

I mean, kneeing that narc
in the balls like that...

Move over Cate Blanchett, I think
I found my new spirit animal.

Please tell me you're new here.

I'm just on vacation,
or whatever.

- In Richmond Hill?
- Why?

Because mind ya own business,
that's why.

- Oh! She's sassy.
- Okay.

Is there some sort of way
we can bust out of here?

Like a fucking fire alarm
we can pull, or something?

You're low-key hilarious.

This is lunch detention, not prison.
Plus, don't you need your bag?

They'll give it
back to you later.

But for now, we should
probably just chill

- and wait to see what the snack is.
- Mmm-hmm.

They feed you
during detention here?

Don't worry, if it's bland,
we got some.

Flamin' Cheetos
stashed over in Non-Fiction.

So, you're hanging out with us
after school. That's a thing.

Yep.

Man! This hotel's is on
some four-star shit!

I can use this fancy
lotion, right?

Take it. Take the soap. Take everything.
I don't care.

Don't people mingle
and shit at conferences?

Should you get down there?

Not yet.
I've got to get settled,

gotta iron some shirts,
work on my speech...

We could just bail
and get back to finding Wayne.

No. Can't.

The Superintendent is gonna
be following up on how I do,

since she knows there's a
chance to get some grant money.

How much cash we talkin'?

I don't know. Enough to buy some
computers and other computer things.

But I can't do anything
with the room like this.

Oh, shit. You haven't even
started on your speech yet.

What? Yes, I have. You don't...
What are you talking about?

You're procrastinating.

I do the same thing
when I have a big paper due.

I'll clean my room, pick up those
tiny fuzz balls off my sweaters...

I wrote it, okay? Basically.
It's all up here.

Why don't you go relax
by the pool, downstairs?

Because what's the point, okay?

It doesn't even matter what I say.
We're never gonna get a grant.

And even if we did,

you know what those kids are gonna
do with the technology it buys?

They're immediately
gonna break it,

steal it, or pour
chocolate milk into it.

So, what's the point?

You know they have a sauna
down there, too, right?

Maybe you're right. We
should brainstorm some ideas.

What have you got?

Dude, could you just go downstairs,
so I can watch my porn movies?

Please get dressed.

Hold up. How long
are you in town for?

Are you doing anything tonight?

Oh, fuck yeah, dude. Good call. Our
super lame-ass Spring Fling's tonight.

Ugh! I'm not comin' to your weird dance.
I don't even go here.

No, that doesn't matter. We can
bring whoever we want as dates.

I am bringing this hot mess,

but I'm thinking,

we all go as a polyamorous
lezzy throuple, yeah?

Can you imagine how hard they'd
shit their fucking pants?

Look at how eeked out
this hoecake is already.

See that?

That's the international sign
for cunnilingus.

Of course, you wouldn't know that because
you're dating a high school boy, right?

How about you? You got anyone?
A guy? A girl?

I don't know. I got a Wayne.

What the fuck is "a Wayne"?

Holy shit!

Hey!

I guess that's a fuckin' Wayne.

Is this the boy you had
a little kerfuffle with?

He means the dangerous criminal who
nail-gunned your hands to a van.

Listen, when I talked
to the other cops,

the guys who wore actual uniforms,
I told them everything I knew.

Excuse me.

Uh...

So, I'm assuming the hiring circumstances
were similar to these gentlemen's?

I didn't find him on Linkedln,
if that's what you mean.

Did you pay him?

Of course, I fuckin' paid him.
And this is what I get for it?

Right.

Well, that doesn't quite
add up now, does it?

May I have my goddamn
phone back, please?

Look, the kids are on the road, okay?
They need to eat.

I know you want to think
he's some kind of angel,

but if Wayne got desperate,

we're gonna have serious
problems here.

Welcome to the Fayetteville
Immigration Detention Center.

Our menu options have changed.
For English press 1.

You know, I came across
a gentleman in Massachusetts,

who had the darnedest scheme.

He'd hire workers with
questionable citizenship status,

and at the end of the day,
instead of paying them,

he'd turn them
in to Immigration.

Now, I hate to be rude,

so, allow me to translate for
our Spanish-speaking friends...

I'm takin' you're not much
of a school-type, are ya?

People didn't like me much.

And I didn't like
them much back.

Me, neither.

I dunno.

Schools are always gonna
be filled with boneheads.

So's my house. At least, at
school, I got a decent lunch.

I was actually good at it, you know.
I had a best friend...

- I liked that pink soap.
- What?

The soap in the bathrooms.
Smells clean.

You got a weird thing
with smells, man.

You ever even
read a book before?

- Comics count?
- Jesus.

I read a book before.

- Yeah? What was it called?
- I don't remember.

- What was it about?
- Werewolves.

Figures.

There was also a lady
who was part tarantula.

Yeah, of course there was.

I don't know, maybe it was
just our school that was shit.

Maybe if we went someplace like
this place, it would be different.

Dude, that was the tits.

Mrs. Prince totally thought

that your motorcycle
was like a small earthquake.

She's like, "This is
what your drills are for!"

Remember your training!"

Trish and Jenny.

- What's up?
- What's up?

Um...

- Nice to meet you.
- Hi.

Okay.

So, you are coming
to Spring Fling with us.

Oh, yeah, 100%.

And we may need to make
an entrance on your bike.

Oh, my God! We should release
doves if we can find them.

Like a stupid dance?

With people dancing
to, like, stupid music?

Um, exactly.

But just for shits 'n gigs. To
rip on people, like, ironically.

Talk shit on all the jocks
tryin' get it in.

Don't ya need good clothes
to get into a stupid dance?

You know what?
Actually, it's cool.

My dad's girlfriend...
Uh, we can go to my place.

She has all these psycho-slut
dresses that we can try on!

Oh, my God, and we can pre-game.
Like hard.

We're gonna pre-game.

I don't know.
Maybe it'll be fun?

But nothing they said
sounds like it.

No, no, no. We voted. Um, seven to three.
You're going now.

- See ya.
- See ya later, ladies.

Maybe they'll have
that pink soap you like.

- Give me one of your peppers...
- Go fuck yourself. Back off!

For the love of Christ, will
the two of you shut the fuck up?

Tryin' to see if these jag-offs
called about that demo job.

Would you fuck off
with your sticky mitts!

Fucking machine, man. It's a piece of shit.
It won't work.

- You hit seven?
- Hit seven, then the access number.

What's the access number?

- Carl, access number?
- I don't know.

Oh, try Del's birthday.

- July 20th.
- Twentieth. Right.

Ha! Working.

Hi, Mr. or Mrs. Luccetti?
Am I saying that right?

This is Vice Principal Walsh
from Alabaster High.

Give me some of your coleslaw...

Your daughter got detention...

She didn't have her student ID
and our system's down,

but we found
your number in her bag.

So, if you could come on in, help
sort this out, that'll be great.

Unbelievable.

I want some more sweet tea.

- Shut the fuck up.
- Not before you clean your ear...

Don't you fucking touch me!

- Fuck you, Carl.
- Fuck you!

- Fuck you, motherfucker!
- Fuck you, motherfucker!

Whoa. I love your room.

My dad's tragic taste in
girlfriends did not disappoint...

Look at these.
Fucking Bridgette.

What, did your dad meet her in a
slutty mental hospital, or something?

Is this fox dead?

Yeah, I took those. Even roadkill
deserves to be remembered.

That's wicked weird.

Wait. "Wicked?"

Like "wicked"
like, witch wicked?

What? No, wicked like, really.

Like if you see some dudes
struttin' down a street,

you're gonna be like, "Look at that
jabroni, thinks he's 'wicked' hard..."

- What?
- Jabroni?

Oh, honey, bless your heart.

Why does everyone
keep saying that?

I don't know, it's Southern
for, "I'm judging you."

Oh, Jesus.

Anyway, you should totally
sleep over tonight.

And you should also come
to our school full-time.

Oh, my God! Yes! Dude, it could
be like this all the time.

- Like The Three Wicked Bitches!
- Oh, my God.

- So good.
- How do I look?

I like you in
your regular clothes.

You need something,
too, you know.

Dude, got you, got you.

Uh, yes. This is from
my dad's third wedding.

Sheesh!

I gotta go to the bathroom.

Don't you like it?
It's got matching pants, too.

I don't care.

"And just like Middleweight
Champion Marvin Hagler,."

Hagler High can take a beating.

"That's why I believe we can be a
contender in the arena of education."

Jesus.

- Good Jesus, or bad Jesus?
- Bad Jesus.

If you can't talk up Hagler to
a bunch of nerdy-ass principals

who are balls deep
into education,

how do you expect to get through
to Wayne, a kid who hates school?

What do you want me to do?

Motivate me.
You gotta speak through here.

You're a friggin' principal.

Tap into why you wanted to be
one in the first place.

Honestly, I didn't.

I took a gym teacher temp job,

and next thing you know,
they made me Principal.

That's some white
privilege shit right there.

That's what I said.

Listen, you got two options.

Reach deep down inside
and come up with a speech

that'll inspire people
to donate to our school,

or, half-ass it, like you've
done your whole life,

and steal a speech off the Internet
like your lazy-ass students do.

- I'm gonna go with B. The second thing.
- What the fuck!

Speeches for Principal...

"To lead is to listen.
To educate is to understand.

To inspire, you must be
more than a prince or a pal."

I like that.

I'm using it.

Hey, Wayne! Can you grab
my hair clip out of my bag?

What the fuck, Wayne?
You hear me?

Oh, no, I need
more color than this.

Gonna add some cilantro.
How's that look?

Shades of Robin Hood, really.

- Cilantro?
- The boy.

Stealing from the rich,
helping the poor...

Sarge, we've now seen cases
of arson, assault,

a hole where a motherfucker's
nose used to be,

and you're still goin' on like
he's some type of choir boy!

Well, shit. You ain't
gained a pound!

- Night yoga, my friend. How's Connie?
- Good, good.

She just self-published
a kids' book

about a couple of seashells
learning to listen to one other.

Well, you gotta jiggle
the handle. Jiggle it hard.

I wanna thank you for sleuthin'
out that construction business.

To think I was considerin' that
asshole for my kitchen remodel.

The reason I tracked
you down here...

Mayor over in Fayetteville,

he's got every cop he can get out looking
for a maniac who assaulted his son

at a pit stop over in Fairmont.

Doused the kid in gasoline,
threatened to torch him.

Guess what, this particular
maniac had a Boston accent.

I can't stop it.

- Well, get some more towels.
- Sorry, ran out already.

- How fast is this thing flowing?
- 14...

- Evidence room.
- Getting the evidence now.

Damn, duty calls. Anything else
develops, I'll let you know.

All right, so, say we chalk this
up to a good kid having a bad week,

and he's this Robin Hood-type
you think he is,

then what?

What are you hoping
to get out of this, Sarge?

I guess what I'm really
wondering is,

do we need to protect
Wayne from the world,

or do we need to protect
the world from Wayne?

It's like trying
to photograph this pea soup.

No matter how many
filters I put on,

it doesn't change the fact that
it still looks like baby shit.

You know what'd pull these together?
Ladies' monocles.

You guys, about this dance.

- Are we actually gonna dance?
- Ah, it depends.

Yeah, if a half dope song
comes on, I'll be like...

Oh, yeah! It's my baby girl.

"Wicked" hot. Say it.

Wicked hot.

What about you,
New England Clam Chowder?

- Oh, you want to see somethin'?
- Oh, yeah.

- All right, you wanna see something?
- Let's go.

- Del...
- Oh!

What the crud?
What took you so long?

- Where's my hairclip?
- Could we talk?

Not here?

Dude, what the fuck
is wrong with this guy?

Hey, we're almost done.

Will you stop acting
like such a fucking weirdo?

I think you should stay.

What? Yeah, we're staying
for the dance...

It's fine. I get it.

What the hell's wrong with you?

I just think if you want
to stay, you should stay.

So, where the fuck
are you going?

You'll have more fun without me.

So, you're just gonna
fucking leave?

Real cool move, dick!

I'll see you later, then?

So, should I cancel our
P.F. Chang's reservation?

They get real cunty
about last minute shit.

Come on.

Guys, be honest with me.
Is this too fucking much?

Nah, dude, we look so
fucking elegant right now.

For real, we look like some top
shelf Helen Mirrens over here.

Dude, check out fucking Jeremy.

Hey, dude, they have to
actually be into it, you chode!

- Hey, you okay, lady bro?
- Yeah, man, fine.

- Hey, you know Trish and Jenny?
- Yeah, man. I know them.

Those two wild,
you know what I'm saying?

- Can you give this to 'em?
- Sure, buddy.

I can't promise anything right now.
I just got into some pretty dank nuggs.

That's pretty sweet, right? Every
Friday, it's the same thing.

They come here,
order their mushroom pizza.

- I hate mushrooms.
- Yeah, so does he.

He hates the music in here,
the smell of the place.

He tells me every week
when she's not listening.

And I tell him, "Man, I can make your
pizza half mushroom, half cheese."

But he wants it that way.

Just so he can pick them off,
and give them to her.

Sacrifice, man.

Oh, hey, hey?

He may not be eating mushrooms, but
you know what he'll be eating later?

Vintage pussy.

Best to watch
the evidence in here.

It's the only room
in the building

not affected by our
unfortunate plumbing situation.

You sure about that?

Sir, we need you
on the third floor.

Look, fellas.
I gotta go. Good luck.

All right, so, if we see
legit video proof of this kid

on the verge of straight-up fiery
murder, I just wanna let you know that...

Just hit it, Jay.

- It's not him.
- That ain't him.

Wait, that's the motherfucker
I tased!

Being a leader
is sometimes messy.

Both for you and the people
who work for you.

Maybe you're positive, you
know the right road to take.

- Hey. What'd I miss?
- Hey, what are you doing down here?

I thought you wanted alone time.

Turns out I only
needed three minutes.

All right. Just be quiet.
I'm up next.

To lead is to listen.

To educate is to understand.

To inspire, you must be more
than a prince or a pal...

- Oh, for fuck's sake.
- Oh, no, no, no.

He just steal
your stolen speech?

Dumbass. Should've scrolled
to the second one.

I don't have to look any further

than watching my own
teaching staff in action.

I am incredible...

- Hey, you like football?
- No.

Awesome, same.
Yeah, that's why I row.

Oh, honey, bless your heart.

- Who is that?
- That's fucking Wayne.

Wayne! Wayne! Wayne! Wayne!

Wayne! Wayne! Wayne! Wayne!

Whoa!

Do you wanna dance with me?

I don't know.
How sweaty are your hands?

Hey, how you doin'?
I'm, uh, Tom Cole.

Uh...

From Hagler High
in Brockton, Massachusetts.

It's named after
Marvelous Marvin Hagler.

The boxer? 1980s? No?

When I was preparing
for this speech,

someone told me to dig deep
and speak from the heart.

So, I did some digging. And
you know what's in there?

Hate. Lots and lots of hate.

Hate for the kids,
my school, my job,

but, uh, mostly, for myself.

Then why are you here?

The gentleman wearing slacks with
sandals would like to know why I'm here.

And, obviously, it's because
I'm trying to get a grant.

For some electronics that'll end up
being broken, stolen, or shit on.

That's a true story, FYI.

Last time we got tablets, someone
took an actual shit on one.

So, now, we need new tablets.

But you know where that shit comes from?
Your ass?

No, it comes from us.

It comes from the top.
And that shit trickles down.

Hell, I can't even look
most of the kids in the eye.

Uh, because if I do,

their snotty, pierced faces just
remind me that I'm failing them.

Maybe some of you
have given up, too.

We know Sandals with Slacks
clearly has.

Okay, I mean, Jesus. I mean,
that's a bad Jesus, by the way.

We know this guy has, okay.

'Cause he stole that same
speech that I was gonna do.

He stole it from the Internet.

Sorry.

So, alls I'm saying is,
we gotta work harder.

Maybe we gotta change first,

before we ask them to.

So, buy 'em some fuckin' iPads.

Thank you.

- I thought we were wearing dumb stuff.
- What's dumb about that?

Guess I did want to go for real.

Yeah.

No, I, uh, just mean...

Who even are we now?

What are we gonna do
after we find that car?

We haven't really
talked about that.

Are we ever even going back to school?
Are we dropouts, now?

I guess I just...

I don't know, I thought maybe, I'd
never really have a chance to do this.

So...

I got scared.

Seeing you at school,
with friends...

You looked happy,
going to fancy houses...

It was one house.

I just don't want to take you
away from a life you might like,

or maybe want, I don't know.

It's not like I wanna stay...

And even if...

I don't know.

No matter what I do, I wanna...

I wanna do it with you,
or whatever.

I don't wanna do it
with not you.

You fuckin' idiot.

Whoo!

- Surprise!
- No!

Back the fuck up, Delilah!

- Get off of him!
- Get off me!

Let me go!

You fuckin' nuts? You come into my house,
you fucking bust up my television...

A 32-inch fuckin' Zenith!

You kidnap my fucking daughter!

Stop it! I fucking
chose to leave!

Shut your fucking mouth,
Delilah!

- They're beating up Wayne!
- Fuck you.

Stop it! Stop it!

- Daddy!
- Hold him. Hold him.

- Motherfucker!
- Fucking stop!

- Come here!
- Stop, Daddy!

Nice shot.

You take my fucking nose,
motherfucker. You pretty boy?

Go get those goddamn
bolt cutters.

Cannibal. We're
taking a nose with us.

Huh?

Get the fuck off of Wayne!
Oh, Jesus Christ.

Let's go, bitch.
What the fuck you got?

- Come on, motherfucker.
- Let's go!

Jesus. You okay?

Come on, we gotta go.

Delilah!

Suck on this,
you fucking scumbag!

That's what you get
for fucking with...

I think,

if I were him,
fugitive state of mind,

I'm probably tired and hungry.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

If this is about soup, Jay,
we've got real problems.

No, I found the videos

that the Luccetti boys have
been posting from their trip.

Look at their last post.

Good God, what are those men...

Stop, Daddy!

- Is that Wayne?
- Yeah.

Christ on crutches.

Shit! You were right. Maybe lil'
Robin Hood does need our help.

Oh...

Next on Wayne...

You got more gross color skin
than regular color skin.

We gotta go to the hospital.

- I don't take drugs.
- Just take it.

- Why are you looking at me like that?
- I'm just happy.

Your dad's in hospital.

What's the status of his injuries?
He's dying.

We need to stay alert, okay?

He's here! He's in the hospital!

Are those all dead?

Are you guys dead?

- Can you buy us booze?
- I got a fake ID.

Can we just hurry
the fuck up, please?

Do not get her pregnant.