All language subtitles for October Road s01e01 Pilot.eng

I can't believe we don't get to do that
again for another six weeks.

I don't want you to leave.

I love you, Hannah.

Promise me you're coming back?

Coitus Eddie-ruptus.

Hello!

Whoa! Good-bye sex, huh?

- It's always the best kind.
- How would you know?

You never say good-bye.
You're always around.

So here's what I'm thinking.
We call it "best friend windows."

- I like it.
- Yeah?

- Yeah.
- Why best friend windows?

'Cause, uh, we're two best friends

starting a company at installs windows,
'cause if you don't have windows...

- you're pretty much staring at the wall.
- Whoop. - Whoop.

Wow, swell slogan.

What's got her so creased?

She doesn't think I'm coming home.

Oh, come on!

How much backpacking through Europe
can one guy do?

- He'll be back in a few months.
- That's what my uncle Nate said.

My aunt Margaret is still waiting
by the window in her shawl.

Nicky, I never knew you could see
the college from up here.

Oh, boy, that would have come in handy
that summer we had the sniper rifle, huh?

Where did he go--
uncle Nate?

He went to find himself.

- All hail the conquering hero!
- Hey!

I'm sure you know the thing about the search
for the grail being the grail itself.

Why you poppin' daffy, freak show?

- The journey is the destination.
- Thanks, physical Phil.

Oh, oh, I almost forgot.
Hold on.

Take care of her for me.

You're only gonna be gone for,
like, six weeks, bro.

I know, but you never know.

Come on. Let's go.

The traffic to the airport's
bound to be grim.

- Give me a sec, dad.
- Hey, commander.

- Oh, great.
- Have fun, Garrett.

No need to hurry home.

And, uh, if you get lonely, Hannah Jane...

- you know where to find the big cat.
- You've got to be kidding me.

No, no, forget that savage.

I'll see you, Owen Rowan.

- Take care, man.
- You, too, buddy.

I'll see ya, Ikey.

Hurry home, chief.
We'll make window installation history.

You got it, Eddie.

Be safe.

I'll be back at the end of the summer.

Whatever you say... uncle Nate.

Let's go, Ikey.
Come on!

I'll be back in six weeks.

What's the matter with those boys?

I don't know.

- Hello?
- It's your editor, kiddo.

Making any progress?

You ever hear
the one out blood and stone

and the difficulty in extracting
the former from the latter?

Dufresne college called.

They want to know
if you'd be interested in teaching

a 1-day intensive
on the art of the novel.

Uh, not so much.

Dufresne college?
That's in my home town.

I haven't be back there in ten years.

There's some people there that--

- they might not be so happy to see me.
- Maybe that's why you're blocked.

Go back there, make peace with it all.

You gotta get past your fears, kiddo.

G. Gordon Liddy was afraid of rats,
so he cooked one up and ate it.

You're going.

If you're suggesting
that I cook and eat my old friends,

I can assure you, in their opinion,
I already have.

It's this weekend. I know it's short
notice, but John Irving dropped out.

I guess it's just as well. My friends
wouldn't have been nice to him either.

I'll call you tomorrow, okay?

Hey, doctor, it's me.
I'm at the club. It's midnight.

Come on by, 'cause we having
a big old party, and we callin' it "life"!

Excuse me, ladies.

Hey, remember my guy,
Nicholson Garrett?

"Turtle on a snare drum."
He's my client.

I'm his agent.
Client, agent.

Of course you loved it.
Come on everybody loved it.

Nicholson, would you sign my book?

Oh, gosh, it really changed my life...

kind of like "Flashdance" did.

Where you going, doctor?

This night is in diapers, man.

Hello?
I'm so sorry. I--

I used to live in this very apartment, and
I had great success here. I was just--

Hello?

Here, I wrote this book.

I'm sorry, but this is my book.
Here.

I-I saw this film.

- Yeah.
- You wrote this book?

Yeah, no, here, look.

Here, this is my license, see?

I-I know it says "Nicholas"
on the license, but...

my publishers had change it
to "Nicholson,"

- 'cause they thought it sounded more...
- importante.

Exactly.

Come in.

Gracias.

I wrote the book here, right here,
three years ago

over one long winter.
Oh, man.

So, um, you write another book?

- Not so much.
- Ah... you got the, um,

the writer block.

Yeah, something like that.

You could write it here.

Shhh.

- Really?
- My grandmother had a saying.

"Es el tonto que no puede volver
al lugar de su felicidad pasada."

"It is the fool who fails to return
to the place of his last happiness."

Hey, Bennett, it's me!

I'm gonna do it.
I'll do it.

The 1-day intensive at Dufresne College.

I suddenly feel imbued with, uh, uh...

possibility.

What kind of mulch do you want?

Cedar or hardwood dark?

It doesn't really matter.

The glorioso house got a lot of inclines.

Cedar stays in place better
on inclines, don't it?

I suppose.

What's wrong with you?

I think I'm sick of mulch.

Maybe you should go
into another line of work.

I saw an ad.

Fortune 500 companies are looking
for you if you're smart,

handsome, charming and highly
skilled at drinking beer,

bullying college kids and having sex
with girls you don't really like.

You're an idiot, Ikey.

That house is haunted.

You ever seen "to kill a mockingbird"?

You know that Boo Radley guy?

In that house, there's Boo Radley Sr.
And Boo Radley Jr.

I know.
I grew up there.

What do you mean?

I mean, Boo Radley Sr. is my father,

and Boo Radley Jr. is my brother.

Sorry.

- You live on this street?
- No.

My friend Doodie does, though.

He moved here a while ago,
but it was hard for him to make friends

on account of...
Well, let's just put it this way.

They had to burn down the school
to get him out of third grade.

Catch my drift?

Doodie... this guy grew up there
with Freddy K. and leatherface.

You're the writer dude.

That's right.

My mom read your book.

She said it was mostly crap.

Told you.

He's Lenny to my George.

It wasn't George, you dope.
It was squiggy!

See you kids later.

See ya.

Ronny didn't tell you
I was coming home?

No, no.

The long-term effects
of marijuana and video games

have affected him in the short-term.

What are you doing here?

Teaching a thing tomorrow at the doof.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

I was thinking I could crash here
for the weekend?

- Oh...
- What?

Your room--it changed.

We got a routine here, your brother and me.

We get up. He makes the coffee.
I fry the eggs.

We go to work. We come home.

He makes the coffee,
and I fry the pork chops.

Sittin' here, a few beers,
watch a game, maybe a movie.

It ain't much, but it works.

Nicky!

Ronny!

You're pretty happy to see him for a guy
who forgot he was coming home.

Ooh, there he is.

Nicky!

- Owen Rowan!
- Hey there!

Hey, man.
I know we're a little late,

but it takes a village to get
this group to the village.

Well, thanks for meeting me here, man.

Oh, sure, sure.
Uh, Nicky, this is my wife Alison.

- Ally, the great Nicky Garrett.
- It's really nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet you, too.
- Uh, hey, kids...

say hello to your uncle Nicky.

- This is Caitlin.
- Hey!

And, uh, this little boy is Connor.

- Kids, wow.
- Connor, stay!

I'll--I'll get him.

It's okay. You guys grap a coffee, okay?
See you at home.

- Good to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

Wow, Owen Rowan, she's hot.

Crazy, right?

- It's good to see you, buddy.
- You, too, man.

Hey, uh...

I gotta say thanks for going
easy on me in the book.

At first I was insulted, 'cause,
you know, the...

Kevin Levin guy was barely in it.

But then I read how you made Eddie
and Hannah look, and I was like "phew."

- Phew point-five, right?
- Well, no, look, I just...

want to say sorry
in case I hurt you in any way.

The only way you could hurt me,
buddy boy,

is by taking the cheese
out of my doodles,

- but, Eddie, let me tell you--
- Yeah, I know, I know.

Big cat...

Ray Cataldo, how you doing?

Well, I mean, I'm not famous like you,
but uh, I am rich.

Big cat's the man now, Nicky.

- Concrete castle king.
- Well...

Puttin' up coffee shops and juice bars and pizza barns,

all over the ridge.

Look, Garrett, I ain't gonna ask
why you felt the need to drop turds

all over your hometown.
I mean, that's your business, right?

What I do want to know--
what's with the Nicholson thing?

Well, I guess some people thought
it sounded importante.

Huh, well...

- these your kids?
- Yep, thursdays and every other weekend.

Mom's a cobra, but she did give me
two sons and no daughters,

which means I only have to worry
about two penises instead of a thousand.

Have fun, Garrett.

What?

Ten years after high school,
the guy still makes me nervous.

- Hey, kid.
- Hey.

What are you doing here?

- I'm here with my mom.
- You two know each other?

- Yeah.
- Oh, boy.

- What's wrong?
- Stay tuned.

Hello, Hannah.

I... I didn't know you were back.

I was gonna call, but this was all
kinda... last minute.

Whatever you two have going on with each other,

why don't I delicately extract myself
and order us some dagwoods?

I'll go with you.

He's pretty amazing-- your son.

Yeah, just don't call him precocious.
He hates that.

He prefers "wise beyond his years."

- So you're a mom, huh?
- Mm-hmm.

Wow, I just... I didn't know that.

Well, there's a lot of things you miss
when you vanish into the ether.

Yeah.

You've been gone how long now?

Ten years.

Right.

I think it was 2 weeks before
my 18th birthday that you left.

Yes, I'm quite sure of it, 'cause
I remember getting those roses

and thinking they were
for my birthday.

But they weren't.

They were a good-bye present,

as in : "good-bye, I am no longer
in your present."

- I can explain.
- It's not necessary.

- Hannah--
- Nick, truly, don't sweat it.

I should go.

Um, are you... are you staying long?

Leave sunday.

How old is Sam ?

He turns 10 in 2 months.

10?

10.

- Yeah.
- See you, Sam.

See ya.

See you around.

Good-bye, Nick... and good luck.

And don't worry.

He's not yours.

We've got a great crowd, Nicholson.
You're quite a draw.

We're all looking forward
to whatever you have prepared.

Can you give me one second?

- Yeah, fine.
- Thanks.

Yeah?

Doctor, Taylor told me where you are.
What's wrong with you?

You can't go home again.
Everybody knows that.

Norman Rockwell is dead.
Spread the word.

- I can't talk now, Stratt.
- Why not ?

- This conversation's in diapers.
- I gotta go, okay? I gotta go.

Is this on?

Hello.

Dufresne...

these, uh...

these aren't really gonna work. Um...

Okay.

Are there any questions?

What are you doing here
in the middle of the day?

I don't know.

I just, um, went for a walk.

You want something?

Anything with vodka.

- Nick is back.
- I know.

After ten years and not a single phone call
to anyone but his brother or father.

I saw him... at Murph's.

How was that?

I felt like I was 18 all over again.

How'd you feel when you were 18?

Scared.

The others left.

How come?

I don't know.

Uh, I guess they still cling to the antiquated notion

that it's difficult to learn from a teacher
who has fled the room in panic.

I never read your book.

Fair enough.

What's your name?

Aubrey.

Nick.

I know.

I would have introduced myself
at the start of the class, but...

my throat tightened up
the size of a pinhole,

and I was covered in flop-sweat.

I thought somebody slipped me a peanut.

A peanut?

All the Garrett men suffer
from nut allergies,

dating back to my great-great-great
grandfather James Joseph Garrett,

who was tragically felled
in the civil war by a cashew.

So the peanut-allergy-related death
of Sebastian Grace

was more than just
a convenient plot contrivance?

- Thought you didn't read it.
- Uh, no, no, I didn't.

The guy upstairs-- he has the audio book
as read by Johnny Depp.

Played it all night long.
Crazy annoying.

Nice try.

That's what we call a swing and a miss.

Putting it in line with the theme
of the afternoon, right?

Which begs the question,
why did you run out of here?

I'm not sure why.

I looked out at all those faces,
expecting answers,

and I realized that I can't
impart wisdom. I cant...

inspire.

Then what are you doing here?

Eddie?

Hello, Eddie?

There he is! Ha ha!

- Physical Phil!
- Hey, man.

God, it's good to see you.

- Hey, how you been, man?
- Good, good.

- Look at you.
- Yeah, yeah.

- It's been a long time.
- Yeah, yeah.

Look, first things first,

- about the book...
- Oh, no, no, no worries.

- I mean...
- I don't room in my heart for anger.

- I gotta warn you, though, Eddie--
- Yeah, I heard.

I really got to talk to him, too.
Is he around?

No.
Hey, come on in.

Wow.

So what have you been up to, man?

- You--you haven't heard?
- Heard what? No.

I haven't left this house in five years.

Five years?

Why not?

You remember when
the twin towers were hit,

how everyone went into lockdown,

glued themselves to their tvs,
just us and Peter Jennings,

taking the nation through it all,
rock steady like he was?

But then by, like, september 15th,
most everyone got up,

went back to their normal routines.

Not me.

Homeboy stayed on the couch.

Why?

The way I see it,
I got everything I need right here.

I order out for grub.
I got the phone for chitchat.

Entertainment and info from the tube.

- And then came the ipod and tivo!
- Oh...

I mean, as if to further assure
I maintain my position on the couch.

And the best part is, that's guaranteed
reliability for my friends, my loved ones.

- Yeah.
- It's dangerous out there, man.

There's a car outside
with New York plates.

- Let's slash the tires!
- Ikey!

- Nicky G.!
- Oh!

- Look at him!
- Ah!

- I got a bone to pick.
- What?

I read your book three times.

I still can't figure out
which character is supposed to be me.

That's 'cause there wasn't
a character based on you.

Well, now I'm really pissed!

All right, you know what?
It's official.

If I had a time machine,
I wouldn't kill Hitler.

I wouldn't stop Lee Harvey Oswald.

I would go back three years to the exact
moment I started writing this book,

and I'd stop myself.

I'd go back to the day little Halle Berry
learned that boys didn't have cooties.

- Or that.
- Come on, hey, it's time.

- What are you guys doing?
- It's 3:00 on saturday.

- What do you think we're doing?
- Jamming, soldier.

- Don't tell me you guys still do this.
- This is yours.

- You held on to this?
- I knew you couldn't stay away forever.

Although you did
a hell of a job of trying.

Ten years.

- What were you doing?
- Hey, forget about that, Ikey.

What's important is, we finally
got the band back together.

No, we did not get
the band back together.

♪ Guess who just got back today? ♪

♪ Them wild-eyed boys that had been away♪

♪ haven't changed, haven't much to say ♪

♪ but, man, I still think them
cats are crazy ♪

♪ you know that chick
that used to dance a lot ♪

♪ every night she'd be on the floor shakin' what she'd got ♪

♪ man, when I tell you she was cool,
she was red hot ♪

♪ I mean, she was steaming... ♪

Dorks.

♪ If that chick don't want to know,
forget her ♪

♪ the boys are back in town,
the boys are back in town ♪

So how's work?

Ah, same.
It's a delivery truck.

Hey, Ronny.

You know Hannah's son?

All right, I met him yesterday.

I can't help but do the math.

The kid's 10.

- I left 10 years ago. The way it adds up--
- No, no sale, no.

Some... some guy from Boston's the dad.

Uh, older guy.

Grad student from B.C., I think.

She hooked up with him a couple
weeks after you left for Europe,

but he's--he's gone now.

Hey.

- How come you never told me?
- I don't know!

I didn't want to hurt your feelings,
I guess.

It's not really the kind of news
that you drop over the phone.

Boston grabs control and
dumps it out of their end.

500, 501, 502... 503, 504...
505, 506..

Hey.

Dude! Oh, my god.

- You scared me!
- I'm sorry. I was in the neighborhood.

Your parents still live here?

They moved to the cape five years ago.

It's just me and Sam now.

You know it's still 547 steps
from my house to your house?

You thought it might be different?

Well, I tried to take into account
the increase in stride length, but...

my stride,
kind of like everything else in my life,

appears to have stagnated.

Poor little super-successful writer boy.

No, I just... hey.

I just meant this place--
No, you had it in your head.

I'm sure that it remained

frozen in amber
just the way you left it,

and that was probably wicked reassuring

that you could go and do and see, and...

things would just stay the same here.

But things change, Nick,
even in the ridge.

Why, the other night, we had a big rally

where we burned all of
our reo speedwagon records.

- Really?
- Yeah.

It would have made a really
good scene for your book.

Look, about that...

Hannah...

No, I loved it, truly.

But tell me, when you came up
with the character,

the pathetic hometown girl left behind,
did you have to name her Anna?

- Anna is not you--
- Page 44, third paragraph.

I committed it to memory.

"Anna possessed the faded blue
sadness of a Roy Orbison song,

"the kind of gal who was
quite sure one day

"Richard Gere would come by
in his dress-whites,

"pick her up and carry her out
of this factory girl existence."

It sounds like you nailed me to a click.

It's a book.

Okay? I-I just wrote it.

I didn't think anybody
would actually publish it.

And when they did,
I tried to change the names.

They wouldn't have it.

For that, I am truly sorry, Hannah.

But, by the way, who doesn't love
"an officer and a gentleman," huh?

Where's Sam?

Doing his homework,
which takes him all of 11 minutes.

After seeing you at the sub shop,
his new fascination is my past.

Yeah, I kind of wanted
to talk to you about--

- Surprised, Garrett?
- Shocked...

to a stupefying silence
that I may never recover from is...

probably a better way to describe it.

There's kind of a limited menu
here in the ridge.

Oh, that's right, baby,
and I'm the pizza supreme.

Wow, Ray, now anybody else
in your shoes would say,

"I'm the filet mignon" or
"I'm the chateaubriand for two" or "the...

lobster thermidor gratineed
in its shell," but no, Ray, to you,

the culinary zenith
is the pizza supreme.

Shut up.
Man, you talk too much.

I gotta go with big cat on that one.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I'm gonna wash up for supper.

Later, Garrett.

Big cat...

"lobster thermidor
gratineed in its shell"?

Hey, I am not apologizing.

You're the one that's kissing
"big cat" Cataldo.

Well, it's like I said, Nick.
Things change.

Yeah.

Take care.

You, too.

They are in there.
Just follow the splashing.

- Thanks.
- Shark attack!

Where's my boat?
Where's my boat?

Where's my boat?
Did you sink it?

I got the ducky with me.
Ducky's coming.

Aah, Connor!

My fish man will get you.
I want Connor!

I'm gonna eat Connor!

- Hey, buddy.
- Hey, fellas.

- Remember Nicky?
- Mm-hmm.

Connor just sank my last destroyer.

Ah. This is why you do it, Nicky.

Yep.

Daddy's gonna go out for the night,
okay?

Yeah, I'll be there in a sec.

Hey! I don't think you and Ian
have been formally introduced.

Nick, nice to meet you.

Ian's as close to the next big thing as there is here.

- His writing-- straight stoops.
- Not really.

But "turtle"ruly made me see,
uh, what could be done.

Can I ask you, um, did you intend
a deeper allegorical nihilism

when you set the last chapter
at ground zero?

Uh, well, you know,
a lot of people read it that way,

but I just thought it was
the manifestation of his larger issue,

which was how do you reconcile
the past with the present,

when you don't really feel
comfortable in either one?

Will you excuse me?

Hey!

Big Nicky G.!

Long time, Eddie.

Check it!

Janet the planet.

I mean, at what point did
she just give up the fight and go,

"bacon burger 1, Janet the planet 0,"
you know?

Hey, Ikey, what do you even
know about Janet?

She may be the coolest person
in this bar, but you'll never find out,

because you're too busy
judging her from the outside,

instead of finding out
what's on the inside.

All right.

Maybe I should find out
what's on the inside.

My guess is cake, lots of cake.

I'm gonna get some shots.

I gotta hang a rat.

That wasn't too bad.

- Maybe he ain't still so creased.
- Yeah.

Thanks.

I gotta drop something on ya, Nicky.

I hate doing this to you,
but I gotta tell someone.

- I'm bustin' out.
- What's wrong, man?

- You meet Alison yet?
- What, Owen Rowan's wife?

Yeah, what about her?

- I had sex with her.
- What?

Yeah, Ducky Lowe had a party.

Owen got boomered and passed out.

She got mad.

- I gave her a ride home, and then--
- Ikey...

it was a 1-shot thing.

It'll never happen again.

And that's the gong.

I might have had the most
intense moment of my life

with someone I can
never be with again.

Why am I hearing this?

'Cause you're leaving town tomorrow.

We probably won't see you
for another ten years.

Well, shut it down, man.

He's got a life, a family.

- Score for you, buddy.
- All right!

Eichorn loves nuts more
than most squirrels do, Nicky.

- Want some?
- No, no, no, no.

Don't you remember, Ikey?

"All of the Garrett men
suffer from nut allergies."

Oh, yeah, I forgot.

What'd you call me, college boy?

- I didn't say anything.
- Where are you going, huh?

- Eddie, stop it!
- Where are you going?

You're not such a smart-ass now,
are you?

Why don't you come back to the table, man?
Calm down, all right?

Is that right, huh?

Is that who you are now?
Defender of the doofs?

Look, I know I got a lot to set
right by you, but this is crazy.

I don't know what you're talking
about, Nicholson.

What I do know is in your big,
triumphant return,

you seem to have forgotten which
side of October Road you belong on.

Well, I'm gonna remind you
how we roll here in the ridge.

- It ain't much, but it's tight.
- Let him go!

Hey, stop it!
Come on!

No, Nicky. No, I won't.

- Nice shot.
- Thanks.

Look, it was just one of those
friendly misunderstandings

that got out of hand, you know?

Yeah, just take him home, okay?

I mean, I've got no need
to bring Eddie Latekka in.

He was my Q.B.
My sophomore year.

He threw me the ball a lot.

All right, I appreciate it.

Look, I really am sorry, Eddie.

I never thought anybody would get
torn up in the process, especially you.

I left you that summer with every
intention of coming back to the ridge.

But on the last night of the trip,

I'm literally packing my bags, and...

I remembered something
ma told me before she died.

She said, "you gotta promise me, Nicky,

"never to settle for anything less
than the unexpected adventure."

Yeah, and I couldn't kick the feeling
that if I came back here,

I'd be giving up on that.

It's like once I stayed away,

staying away became the way.

Any of this make sense?

I really missed you, man.

Good night, buddy.

But I can never...

never, ever be your friend again.

Hey... what are you doing, kid?

- You got a paper route?
- Yeah, ma feels it's good for me.

Crack of dawn, fresh air, current events.

Character-building stuff.

What are you doing up this early?

Same thing.
Trying to build some character.

Hey, let me ask you a question.

What do you think
about your mom's boyfriend?

- Big cat?
- Yeah.

He's okay, I guess.

Although... sometimes
I think he's trying to murder me.

- What do you mean?
- He makes my lunches,

which is nice,
I suppose, but he forgets.

Yep. He did it again.

What did he do?

He made me a peanut butter
and jelly sandwich,

only I got this peanut allergy.

One bite of this puppy,
and I'm a goner.

You okay?

Yeah.

Sure.
I'm, uh, fine.

Do you want this?

- Uh, no, uh...
- You sure?

It's... I'm not gonna eat it.

I don't like jelly.

Okay.

Well, see you around.

I'll see you around, Sam.

You got Stratt.
Leave your peep at the beep.

Hey, frenzy boy.
It's me.

You're gonna hate this, but
I'm gonna hang in the ridge for a while.

I know it sounds crazy.

It's just... I was wrong all along,

'cause there are a lot of
unexpected adventures here,

and I'm just not ready to walk away,
not a second time.

The way I see it,
this thing is in diapers.

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