All language subtitles for The Neighborhood s01e05 Welcome to Game Night.eng

Mmm! Mmm! Baby, your pot roast
is my favorite dish.

So, why didn't you
eat more of it, then?

Oh, no. No, I'm not going
into another food coma

on family game night.

Your casserole last week
gave me the itis.

Yeah, you are
the only person

I've ever known to fall asleep
playing Twister.

It was like, left hand on blue,

right hand on green,
drool on yellow. [laughs]

Well, y'all are in trouble
tonight,

because I took a nap at work.

And I'm about to destroy
y'all butts in some Uno.

What is it with you
and that game?

Yeah, man, that box says
it's for seven-year-olds.

And up! Don't forget
about the "and up"!

[doorbell rings]

Oh, who's that?

It better not be
Crackhead Victor.

I told him I don't want
to buy no life jacket.

Oh, damn.

Is it Victor?

No, worse.
The Johnsons.

Did somebody say
"game night"?

What are you
guys doing here?

I invited them.
Come on in, guys.

When we heard you guys
had a weekly game night,

I got so excited.

Dave loves games.

Yeah, the whole
family does.

Dave loves games.

Okay, maybe I love them

a little bit more
than everybody else,

but what's not to love?

People coming together
in the spirit

of competition,
cooperation, camaraderie.

I usually fall asleep.

Okay, Calvin,
what do you say?

You ready to square off
against another OG?

Original gamesta.

Your turn.

Oh. Oh. Okay.

Uh...

Hmm.

Jenga. I win!

♪ Welcome to the block,
welcome to the neighborhood ♪

♪ Welcome to the hood.

Which brings us to our fourth
option-- Potato Famine Farmers.

You did this.

Okay,

now, the rules
are really quite simple.

Everyone will play as farmers
during the Irish Potato Famine,

who are trying to get
their families back to Dublin

so they can avoid starvation.

Now, to get there, you'll
utilize a combination

of victory points, agricultural
bonuses, and trail attacks.

Now I don't want
to get ahead of myself--

and this is not a requirement--

but what's everybody's basic
understanding of Gaelic?

You're right.
I did this.

No. Come on.
This game is a blast.

Look, around here,
we don't play games in Gaelic.

We play in English.

[laughs]
Yeah, that's why we play Uno.

Well, I vote
for the potato game.

You know, I love Riverdance,
so maybe I'll like this.

Hey, Malcolm,
can I go play video games

in your room instead?

Yeah. Sure, little man.

Whoa.
Uh, seriously, buddy?

You... you want
to go play video games

instead of having fun
with your family and friends?

See ya.

[laughs]
Yeah. I'm going with Grover.

Whoa, hold on. I...

Calvin, Calvin, this...

Look, this'll give us a chance

to all hang out
and have fun together.

Come on, baby.
He's our guest.

Let's play a new game
for a change.

Okay, but I don't want to
be a shamrock sharecropper.

What other games
you got in there?

Uh, okay. You know what?

Here's a good one.
It's called Naming Names.

Naming Names?

Around here, that game is called
"snitching."

Mm-hmm.

I actually
like this one.

Actually?

Take the win,
sweetheart.

Come on, Milton Bradley.
How do you play?

Joke's on you.
Personal hero of mine.

Okay.

Here's how this works. I'll read
a question from the deck like,

"What's your favorite hobby?"

And then everyone will
write down their answers.

And then I'll read the answers,

and we'll all guess
who wrote what.

Okay. Cool. I'll keep score.

Well, it's not really
about keeping score.

It's-it's more of a game of
just getting to know each other.

Well, get to know me.

I'm Calvin Butler
and I keep score.

All right, after eight rounds,

guess who has a ten-point lead.

Me. [laughs]

How do you say "I'm kicking
your ass" in Gaelic?

[laughs]
Come on, Dave.

Hit me with
another question.

Here's a good one.

"What's something bad
you've done,

but never told anyone about?"

Damn, this is a nosy-ass game.

Okay, while you're all writing,
I'll tell you mine.

Uh, I once asked
for a water cup

at a fast food restaurant
and filled it with lemonade.

Wow, Dave. Thank God
you turned your life around.

Okay. All right, all right.

[clears
throat]

Here we go. Here we go.
All right.

The first answer is...

Oh, it looks like I'm not
the only bad boy in the room.

Someone wrote,

"I shoplifted."

Malcolm.

He doesn't have a job.
It's got to be him.

Boom! Another point
for your boy!

Whoa. So, just because
I don't have a job,

that makes me a thief?

I'm just saying, if the shoe
fits, you probably stole it.

Well, you can take your point
off, 'cause it wasn't me.

It was me.

I'm the shoplifter.

Oh, damn.
I should've knew it.

Malcolm was too
obvious, man.

Damn, Gemma,
you're a thief?

I can see that.

You never told me
you shoplifted.

It was a long time ago.

Is it weird
that I'm turned on by that?

I was in junior high.

Then the answer is yes.

Wait. So, what'd you steal?

A Star Trekbackpack.

Oh, damn it.
It's sexy again.

[laughs]

Wait. You stole
a Star Trekbackpack? Gemma,

live long and plunder.

Actually, I was aiming for the
Spice Girls, but I panicked.

I wanted Sporty, but
instead I grabbed Spock.

Hmm.
And then what?

I ran out.

Damn!

My girl Gemma
outrunning the po po.

No, no, no.
No one chased me.

What?
What? What?

Yeah, I was so on edge, I
binged, like, four Cinnabons

just to calm down.
Ooh.

Girl, if you was black,
you'd still be sitting in jail

with type 2 diabetes.

Wait. You think I got away
with it because I'm white?

Yes, definitely.
Yeah. Of course.

Shoot, I was in the store
the other day.

Security followed me so long,
I thought I didsteal something.

That still happens?Are you kidding?

I have more followers
in a department store

than I do on Twitter.

Yeah, it's profiling, man.

It's still an everyday thing
for us.

Yeah, tell me about it.
You just did it to me.

What are you talking about?

You just accused me
of shoplifting

and called me a thief.

I was playing a game.

Stop being so sensitive.

Oh, so now
you're calling me soft?

All right, you two.

Yeah, um, you know what?
Let's do another question.

[laughs]
Here's a good one.

"Who's your favorite Smurf?"

No, you know what, Dave?
I don't want

to play with somebody
who keeps disrespecting me.

Boy, sit down.
Ain't nobody disrespecting you.

Yes, you are, Pop.
You do it all the time.

Well, maybe I wouldn't have to

if you did something worthy
of my respect.

Forget this, man.
I'm out of here.

Malcolm?

[door slams shut]Oh, I'm so sorry.

I didn't mean
to start a fight

just because I stole
a stupid backpack.

You stole a backpack?

The point is, I felt so bad
for stealing that backpack,

I realized the right thing to do
was to return it and apologize.

Good job, Mom.
I'm proud of you.

Aw, thanks, baby.

All right, buddy. Now
go put on your pajamas

and brush your teeth.

I'll be up to tuck you in
in a minute.

Wow. You handled
that really well,

but why didn't you tell
everybody else

you returned the backpack?

Because I didn't.
I'm a thief and a liar

and a terrible mother.

That-That's not true.

You're not a terrible mother.

Yes, I am. I just lied
to my son's face.

Yes, I know,
but that's only because

you don't want him
to grow up to be like you.

I'm serious. What do
you think I should do?

Return the backpack?

Wait. You still have it?

Gemma, that's sick.

And, again, sexy.

Ugh! I feel terrible.

Well, how do you think
I feel?

I just drove a wedge
between Calvin and Malcolm.

I tore their entire
relationship apart.

I think you're being a
little dramatic, Dave.

Dramatic? I'm a home-wrecker.

Whatever. I never want to
play this stupid game again.

Well, it's not
the game's fault.

Hate the players, not the game.

What are you
still doing here?

Have you been
up all night?

Oh. [laughs] Well, Dave left
behind Potato Famine Farmers.

At first
I started playing it ironically,

and then I got hooked.

[laughs]

Daddy, my family is starving!

[knocking]

Hey, Calvin.
Hey, Dave.

I just wanted to come over and
make sure everything was okay.

I feel really bad
about last night.

Why? Because I won?
[laughs]

Don't hate the player,
hate the game.

I think you're
saying that wrong.

Hey, what's up, Dave?
You ready to go, Pop?

Wait. So, you
guys are okay?

Yeah, why wouldn't we be?Yeah.

Come on, let's go.

Oh!

Would you get that
game out of here

before Marty turns
into a potato head?

Hey, uh, Marty, can
I ask you something?

Now is not a good time, Dave.

My wagon is stuck in a ditch,

and my wife
Lorelei's water just broke.

Well, it's just

that your dad and Malcolm got
into a huge fight last night,

and now they seem
completely fine.

Yeah, that's what they do.
Things blow up,

they ignore it and pretend
like it never happened.

Well, has it always been
like that?

No, it started when Malcolm
stopped playing baseball.

I didn't know he
played baseball.

Yeah, well, I didn't know
wolves could eat my baby.

Why'd he stop?

Uh, he, um, he got injured
in the minors.

It kept him from making it
to the big leagues.

Oh, man,
he must have been crushed.

Yeah, so was my dad.

Baseball was their thing.

You know, maybe since they can't
connect over baseball anymore,

I can get them to connect
over a different game.

[laughs]
Well, it can't be this one,

because it is ruining my life!

Thank you so much
for coming with me.

Are you kidding?

White girl returning a bag
she stole 20 years ago--

nothing on TV
better than this.

I just want to set a good
example for Grover, you know?

I don't want him thinking
I'm a hypocrite.

Eh, all good parents
are hypocrites.

My boys think
I'm at church right now.

I have kind of a
weird situation,

and I know it's gonna
sound a little crazy,

but I need to return
a backpack I stole

from one of your
stores in 1998.

I get it.
When my uncle got sober,

he had to make amends, too.

Oh, no, no, no, I'm
not getting sober.

Mama needs her wine.

I'm just trying to
return this backpack.

Okay, maybe you should
take it back

to the store
that you stole it from.

[laughs] Well, to do that,

I'd need Marty, Doc Brown,
and a DeLorean.

I don't know
what any of those things are.

Listen, Meadow, I have
a six-year-old son,

and I lied to his face.

I need to return this backpack
so I'm not a liar anymore.

Because if a kid can't trust
his mom, he can't trust anyone.

So you are gonna take
this damn backpack

and help me save my baby boy.

Okay, let me, uh,

handle this. Hi, Meadow.

All my friend here needs
to do is return that bag,

so what is the best way
to resolve this situation?

I'm sorry. I can't
resolve anything for you.

Well, I hear you say that,

but I don't feel like
you really tried.

[chuckles]Whoa, there's no need
to be aggressive.

I'm not being aggressive.

I don't appreciate your tone.

My tone? Th-Th-There's
nothing wrong with my tone.

I was just trying
to help my friend.

Security? I've got a situation

with a very angry woman

and her blonde friend
from the '90s.

Oh, my God,
she just called you angry.[scoffs]

Tina, I don't know
if you realize this,

but you are being profiled.

Oh, my God, Gemma.

I think you might be right.

Well, I am not
just gonna stand here

and watch you be disrespected.

See, now you're
upsetting my customer.

Oh, you want upsetting?
I will show you upsetting.

Okay. All right,
let's go, Angela Davis.

You're gonna get me arrested.You may not realize it,

but you should be ashamed
of yourself.

Y-You need to get woke!

She's black, and I'm proud!

Okay.

Okay.

Hey, guys.

Who's up for some cornhole?

Did you get beat
up a lot as a kid?

Not as much as everybody thinks.

[chuckles]

Wait, wait, guys, hold on.

You guys should really talk
about your issues.

If you don't want
to do it for yourselves,

do it for me.

That is the least
compelling reason to do it.

Hey, Dave, look,

it's cool, man. We're fine.

Yeah.Look, I-I know, as a man,

how hard it is to talk
about our feelings.

I wish it was harder for you.

Marty told me
about how your problems started

when Malcolm stopped
playing baseball,

and I think maybe it's because

alpha males, like us...

...sometimes use sports
to connect emotionally.

Guys, it's not healthy

to keep having these blowups

and pretend
like they never happened.

You know, you're suppressing
your feelings.

Suppressing our feelings? No.

We don't suppress anything
around here. Right, Malcolm?

I...See, I told you.

I think Dave is right.What?

I think Dave's
right. We should...

play the game and talk.

About what?

About how you talk to me.

How you disrespect me.

Look, I-I'm sick of it, man.

Oh. Oh, so you're the one
sick of something?

Yeah, Pop, I'm sick of it.

Huh.Okay. Okay.

See, now we're communicating.

Who wants to throw
the first beanbag?

If you don't get your ass
out of here,

you're gonna be
the first beanbag.

Let the healing begin.

You feeling better now?

Yes.

I just can't believe
she treated you like that.

I told you, it happens
all the time. But...

maybe this time we can
use it to our advantage.

How?Follow my lead.

You drop the goods, and
I'll handle the rest.

Okay. I'm just gonna have
this other Cinnabon first.

How do you not have an ass?

♪

♪

Ka-kaw! Ka-kaw!

[laughs] You followed
the wrong one.

And you couldn't handle
the '90s.

All right. Go ahead, big man.

Say what you got to say.

Well, Dave said playing the game
will help us to do it.

[sighs] Fine.

Yeah.There. Go.
We're playing.

Oh, damn, I made it.

You know what,
just forget about it, Pop,

'cause you're not gonna
listen to me, anyway.

There you go.

Quitting 'cause you lost.
Classic Malcolm.

Had enough of you
talking to me like that.Mm.

Ever since I stopped
playing baseball,

you treat me like I'm a bum.

Well, ever since you
stopped playing baseball,

you been acting like a bum.

What am I supposed to do, Pop?

J-Just get some job

and forget that I was
ever good at baseball?

I did 6:00 a.m. workouts
every day,

took batting practice
till my hands bled.

I gave everything I had
to baseball.

Worked my ass off
chasing my dream and...

just for my arm
to go out on me, Pop.

You have any idea
how unfair that is?

What you want me
to say, Malcolm?

Life is unfair.

But what are you gonna do?

Just sit in the
living room all day

and guard the damn furniture?

Do you see what
I'm saying, Pop?

Why do you have to
come at me like that?

I'm trying to get you
to fight, son.

I don't want to
fight with you.

I don't want you
to fight with me.

I want you to fight back.

Fight back at what?

At life.

I'm trying to motivate you, son.

Pop, when you tear
me down like that,

it doesn't motivate me.

It just makes me feel like...

like I'm worthless.

Worthless?

You're my son.

There's nothing worthless
about you.

Malcolm, I loved
watching you play baseball.

And you know why?
Because you were fearless.

You dove for every ball,

you always took
that extra base,

and you never struck out
without swinging at the pitch.

You always went down swinging.

That's because when I
was a kid, you told me

if I didn't try my hardest,
I would have to walk home.

Yeah, you remember that time
you had to walk home

in a thunderstorm?[chuckles]

How can I forget?
It was an away game.

Look, son,

but these last couple
of years,

you've been caught looking.

You need to start
swinging again.

I know, Pop.

But at what?

Anything. I mean,
a swing and a miss

is always better
than no swing at all.

Well, maybe you're right.

It is time for me
to start swinging again.

Yeah. And, look,
I may be tough,

but I always got your back.

Well, I would appreciate it,
Pop, if you would just...

cut down on the
jabs a little bit.

[chuckles] Okay.
All right, I can do that.

So what you thinking,
like five jabs a week?

[laughs]

How about two, Pop?

Okay, three it is.

Deal.

I'm-a do you one better.
Come here, man.

Love you, boy.

Love you.

Oh, damn.What?

Did Dave's little cornhole plan
work on us?

It sure did.

Well, all right.
So, y'all are starving,

but my oxen are yoked.

My sheep are shorn.

And Uncle Seamus's amputation
went off without a hitch.

Dublin, here I come.

Oh!

Boom! Bumper crop. [laughs]

Where you gonna get your
french fries from now, huh? Me!

After tonight, this
goes in the trash, too.Yeah.

[laughing]

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