All language subtitles for Grownish s06e11 Lost Ones.eng

- ? Hard work,
yeah, dedication ?

? Know I'm great,
it ain't no debating ?

? Always know
the people waiting ?

[alarm dinging]

? Ran it up just to make
a statement ?

? Hard work,
yeah, dedication ?

- I thought that me
and this sign would be

somewhere more permanent,
but business has changed.

I thought I handled talent
like Zaara and Annika.

But what I really handle
is inspiration.

Sure, my dad isn't sold
on the plan,

but Dad hasn't seen
my new roster of clients--

like Deanna,
a TikToker who's huge

in the vegan celiac community.

What is more inspiring than
a working digestive system?

Or Magnus,
a motivational speaker

who's conveniently taken
a vow of silence.

And I'm not just his manager.
[phone chimes]

- ? Ran it up just
to make a statement ?

- Hmm.

I'm also his client.

It's all
in the mission statement.

Get, period.

The, period.

Bag, period.

So, if you've got a talent--

or better yet, a following--
come through.

And, yeah, 2,000 coffee sleeves

sure did put a dent
in my profits,

but it's like they always say--

inspiration is always
right around the corner.

[indistinct chatter,
camera shutters clicking]

- Oh, my God,
it's the new Squid drop.

- The Squid strikes again.

- I hear The Squid's going
to Art Basel.

- Oh, my God, Malia Obama just
reposted my Squid photo.

So did Complex.

[ethereal synth music]

- Wow.

Who's The Squid?

And are they seeking
representation?

both: ? Watch out, world ?

? I'm grown now ?

? I'm grown ?

- ? Learn something new
every day ?

? I don't know
so I'ma feel my way ?

? Got the weight of the world
on me ?

? But no regrets ?

? This is what I say ?

both: ? Watch out, world ?

? I'm grown now ?

? I'm grown ?

- ? You can't tell me
nothin' ?

both:
? My heartbeat is so loud ?

? ?

? Mama, look, I'm grown now ?

? I'm grown ?

? ?

[plucky string music]

[door opens and closes]

- Guys, I think
I found my next client

who's gonna make me
a ton of money

and get me a nice office
I can rub in my dad's face.

- Hold on, brother--it's
a staring contest going on.

- Oh.

- All right, fellas.
I call draw,

because I lost interest
five minutes ago.

- Yes! I'm undefeated.

My eyes stay moist.

- Guys, I'm going to manage...

The Squid.

- What's The Squid?

- I got this, Andre.

See, squids are
ocean-dwelling creatures.

They're like
a mixed-race octopus.

- [sighs]

If you guys are wondering
why I'm getting advice

from these three billy goats
instead of my A-team,

aka The Girlies,

they actually have lives.

No. No.

The Squid is a street artist
who recently inked

the Business School building.
- Ah.

The anonymous Cal U artist.
- Yes.

- They're going by "The Squid"?
- Yeah.

- Yeah. The Squid is their tag.
Their identity is unknown.

- Wait, but how do you make
money off of graffiti?

- Well, a ton
of prominent artists

got their start in graffiti.

I think The Squid
has the potential

to become the next Banksy.

I could manage the next Banksy.

I could be a cultivator
of taste worldwide.

I could be like the--
the DJ Khaled of the art world.

[imitating DJ Khaled]
Another one.

- Alas, what happens when
an unstoppable manager meets

an unknowable force?

- Mm. That's deep.

- Cole, are you The Squid?

- Well, that doesn't make
sense, considering the fact

that you just told me
they exist.

- Yeah, I mean, The Squid
is clearly white--

you know, damaging
public property and all.

- Mm.
- Mm-hmm.

- And they got to be a woman.
- What?

- I-I can't elaborate for fear
of sounding sexist.

- This is the teamwork
we need, though,

if we're gonna find The Squid,
so let's keep it up, boys.

Let's put our heads together.
- Hey, guys, I'm all-in.

You know I love a good mystery,
all right?

I don't know
if you guys know this,

but I actually read
every Agatha Christie book,

even the original
racist versions.

She would hate me,
but I love her.

- Then it's settled.
Let's go find this white lady!

- Let's do it.
- Let's do it!

- Any ideas?
Where are we looking first?

- Ah.
- Starbucks.

- Let's just go with it.
- Starbucks.

- That's a good place to go.

- When is Svetlana
gonna realize

Brett only does that
when he's drinking?

- She's blind to the red flags.
That's the point of the show.

- Ah, you're right.

You've done it again,
"Blind Drink Love: Kosovo."

You have done it again.

- Brother, I, uh, do appreciate
you having me hibernate here

in my post-Sloane breakup era.

It's triggering, man.

All I see are women, bikes,

and the men
that could be married

to the woman that I'm dating.

Except for Edie.
I know she's not married.

- You do?
- Mm-hmm. Yeah.

I blew my paycheck
on a private doxxer

for my friends, family,
and acquaintances.

That's how I knew that
Andre wasn't living here.

- Mm-mm.
- Are y'all good?

- Uh, you'll have to ask him.

Also, as for Edie, she won't be
hanging for a few days.

Why, you ask?
Is she traveling?

Work retreat?
Medical procedure?

Essence Fest?
Who's to say?

- Man, why is it that
we're always up in one place

and then down in another?

You know, it's like I'm making
strides in business,

and then as soon
as that happens, boom,

Sloane has this sneaky link
of a husband she lives with.

- I think you might be the
sneaky link in that situation,

but please continue.

- We're not side pieces.
We're entr�es.

Put some respect on our names.

I really don't know
what got into me, man.

Why would I give
Sloane's son a bike?

What is the universe trying
to tell me?

- I wish the universe
would tell me anything

about my relationship
with Edie.

Is it even a relationship,
or am I just a Costco sample?

Because, yeah, sure,
you eat it because it's free,

but you're never really gonna
buy bulk poutine.

Know what I mean?
- Okay. Enough.

This is like the blind
leading the blind,

and we're not--we're not going
down this road again.

We need professional help,
and I have it.

There's an exotic dancer--

Not like that.
- Oh.

- Kind of like that, actually.
- Okay.

- But she gives
the best advice.

Bro, she started off dancing
'cause she wanted

to pay for her
psych studies, yeah?

And then she realized
she would make more money

just asking men
about their past traumas

while dancing to "Pony."
- Simultaneously?

- Yes. Absolutely.
- Interesting.

- If we need to find what's
next, we need to find Destiny.

- Destiny--that's her name?

That's a little on the nose,
don't you think?

- No, her name's actually
Rebecca.

- Oh, okay. When do we leave?
- Tomorrow.

I mean, as far as I know,
she does not dance on Fridays.

- But isn't Friday,
like, a big night?

- It's Shabbat.

- Ah.
- Mm-hmm.

- With four sets of eyes,

we can spread out
and look for evidence.

- You know, a good
Agatha Christie trope

is that the answer
is right there,

often overlooked.
- Exactly.

So we're looking
for paint chips, trash,

eyewitness testimonies,

"Law & Order" style.

I can't believe
the university would paint

over a Squid original.

- As they come,
so they must go.

- Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho.
- You can't do this.

This could be worth
millions one day.

- Oh, yeah. So were my
baseball cards as a kid, okay?

But here I am.

- Hey, man, just 'cause
you don't have taste

or a keen eye
for alternative art

doesn't make this trash.

And what's next?

- You've heard of those famous
criminal profilers, hmm?

"Mindhunter," chick
from "Silence of the Lambs"?

Yeah?
Well, that's gonna be me, okay?

But with The Squid.

Uh, but not in a--
not in a murderer-y way.

And with the phone cameras,
the geotagging,

and all that
digital footprint nonsense,

we're getting close.

You better believe
we're getting close.

- Wow. You're intense.
- Mm-hmm.

These days, no one can stay
anonymous for long.

See you soon, Squid.

- Hey, yo,
who is he talking to?

- Shit!
I have to find The Squid

before this weirdly
motivated security guard

deep-fries them like calamari.

- When inspiration strikes,
it's important to strike back

before it's taken from you
or arrested.

- Bro, have you slept?

- I'll sleep when
The Squid is safe

in the Andre Johnson
Entertainment aquarium.

- Yeah, but if Cal U finds
The Squid, won't that help you?

- No. What?

If Cal U knows
who The Squid is,

then everybody knows
who The Squid is,

and then the value
of the art decreases

because everyone knows
who the artist is.

I am protecting
The Squid's identity

so that I can protect my bag.

- [softly] All right.

- Squid has dropped
a new piece every night

for the past week.

They keep getting taken down
immediately.

But thanks to
the FindTheSquid subreddit--

- Wait. Hold--
They already have a subreddit?

Mine's been pending since 2014.

- Yes, and fans are posting
theories and locations

on where they think
The Squid is gonna drop next.

- Wait, but what about
the camera footage?

- No. There's no footage.

The Squid keeps posting
in blind spots.

Whoever they are,
they are brilliant.

You just know there's a deeper
message behind all of it.

- Brother, this looks like
a lot of work.

Wouldn't it just be easier
to stick with the influencers

you've been working with?
- No.

Influencers make pennies
in comparison

to what I have planned
for The Squid.

- And, uh,
what is that exactly?

- A bigger canvas, longevity.

Why look for what's
at the end of the rainbow

when The Squid is the rainbow?

You know, Banksy
doesn't have to do deals

with energy-drink companies.

His last piece of art sold
for $25.4 million.

- That's a lot.
- Hold up.

[dramatic music]

[cat meows]

What are we looking for?
What am I missing?

? ?

The buildings.

? ?

- Oh, oh.
[indistinct chatter]

- They're yours.
- Partridge.

Bam.
Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.

Straight to Lepore.

What are we cooking with,
good-lookin'?

Lepore to Enoch.

And you are Kudus.

- He's gonna get them
like this.

- Partridge, Lepore,
Enoch, Kudus.

Partridge, Lepore,
Enoch, Kudus.

- What does that mean?

? ?

- I know where The Squid's
gonna strike next.

A new building is
being dedicated

in Derek Wright's name.

I'll explain in the car.

[hip-hop music]

- I thought this was
where Rebecca worked,

but at least the bouncer
was cool enough

to tell us where
she transferred to.

- Yeah, he told us that
after we paid the cover charge.

Here's what I think
we should do.

We go back inside for
investigation purposes only,

just to make sure we're headed
in the right direction.

I had a great OJ in there,
so let's just go back in.

- Professor Jackson?
- Huh?

- Or we can go right now.

- Our Uber's probably still
right there.

[distant siren wailing]

- Every building The Squid
has hit so far was funded

by an exploitative capitalist.

Thurman used child labor.

Kudus manipulated the markets.

And Derek Wright
is just the worst.

- I tell you, that's some
darn good detective work.

Agatha Christie
would have been so proud.

I mean,
a little conflicted, but--

- Yeah.
- So proud.

- Dawg, 5-0 is everywhere.

[tense music]

- Bro, you sure
The Squid would risk it?

- If I know The Squid--

and after the last 24 hours,
I feel like I do--

they're close by.

- Damn, we've been out here
all day.

Hey, yo,
you know, we should go get

some hold-us-over snacks,
you know?

- Oh, smart.
- Yeah.

- Yo, there's
an army-surplus store nearby.

- Word.
- They got some face paint,

night-vision goggles,
and some trail mix.

- Come on.

[Andre sighs]

[door slams]
- Mm.

- Good God.
- Could not have been louder.

Well, looks like we've got
first watch.

- Fine by me.
[phone chimes]

- [groans]

My client who Griddys
in grocery stores

wants me to take him
to Kroger.

- [chuckles]
He can't take a bus?

- No, he got permanently banned

for Griddying too close
to the bus driver.

I just--I'm not gonna
text back.

I can't deal
with this right now.

- You can't do that.
You're his manager, no?

- On paper.

I just thought
being a manager

would be more than handling
travel arrangements

and tracking Cameo residuals.

- You don't want
to be a manager, do you?

- I do. I just want to be more
than a manager, you know?

When I first got into this,
I was so focused

on getting clients that
I wasn't focused on their work,

until I saw The Squid's art.

So I'm gonna make sure
that The Squid is everywhere,

and then I'm gonna show my dad
to prove to him

that he was wrong
for not believing in me.

- Hmm.
- It's gonna fix everything.

- For you?

I hope that's not your pitch.

- ? Make it rain, yeah,
I make it snow ?

? If you want the best,
better add the zeroes ?

? I get the bread, yeah,
I get the dough ?

? Stacking up the bills
underneath my pillow ?

? Tooth Fairy lit,
one for the money... ?

- Okay, okay, okay.
We're good. We're in the clear.

Nobody from our personal
or professional lives.

No Rebecca.

- Maybe she's in the back
somewhere.

- Yo, y'all trying to party?

- No, we're fine,
but thank you.

- I would love to party
with you, yes.

- No.
- What?

- Never go
for the first dancer.

If they approach,
it's not worth it.

- Fine. Fine. Fine!

All right, well,
all this searching

has got me hungry, dog.

So I'm gonna come over here.
- Do your thing.

- All right, Doug-y boy, you go
get yourself a lap dance,

while me and this shrimp scampi
and scrambled eggs--

we're gonna stay on the lookout
for Rebecca.

- I love a dance, man,

especially when I have no one
to go home to.

- Well, there's plenty
of shrimp in the sea.

It should be easy.

- Bro, like, look at this
Asian one right here, right?

- Love her.
I love her.

- Gorgeous.
- Nice.

- But she's not Black.
- [inhales sharply]

- I like to keep it
in the Black community.

- Who you telling?
I only buy Black.

- ? Money, money, money,
money, money, money ?

- ? You heard? ?

- ? Money, money, money... ?

- Oh, she's gorgeous.
- Yeah, she is.

Oh. She looks like Edie.

- A little bit.
- [sighs] Damn.

- ? For a dollar? ?

? You'll do all this
for a dollar? ?

? ?

- She's probably married, too.

- She's got a lot of tattoos
of men's names on her arm.

You got room for one more?

- Go for it.
- Okay.

- ? Lickety split,
banana Ice cream sundae ?

- You sure you
don't want any shrimp?

- Absolutely not.

- Hey, Doug.
I've been waiting for you.

- Rebecca. We've been looking
for you so long,

they restarted the playlist.

- Oh, we have a celeb who
practically lives back there.

- Mm.
- Okay.

- Don't ask who,
'cause I can't say,

but his name rhymes
with James Harden.

- Okay.
- So what's bothering you?

- Wait, how does she know?
Wait, you were right.

She knows that we need help.
Are you psychic?

- No, you're just the only guys
in here eating warm shrimp.

- Step into my office.
- Okay.

- And leave the plate,
Bubba Gump.

- ? Money, money, money ?

- [snoring]

[phone chimes]

- Hello, my celiac
kings and queens.

You've been asking,
so here it is--

part 12 of my
kale-salad series.

[musical chime]

- Oh, my God.
Enough with the kale.

[phones chiming, vibrating]
Ooh! Ooh!

- Squid!
- They're here!

- Man, they're not here.

- Yo, The Squid hit
another location.

- What?

Somewhere we know?

- Yeah. We're pretty familiar.

[indistinct chatter]

Can they move out the way?

[horn honks]

[dramatic music]

? ?

- Whoa.

Well, I guess you were right
about Wright

but wrong about Wright.

Right?

- Whoever The Squid is,
they're [bleep] with me.

- Hold on.

This piece couldn't possibly
be The Squid's work.

- Yo, maybe it's bedtime, fam.

- No. No, no, no, no. Look.

- The brush strokes
are discordant.

This is shoddy work.

The Squid's style
is very intentional.

Every color glows
with inspiration.

- "Glows"?

- Yeah.

The Squid's work speaks to me

in a language
I just can't describe.

It inspires me to slow down
and breathe,

smile, cry...

live.

This doesn't make me feel
any of that.

- Mm.

- This isn't The Squid's work.

Boys, I think we have
an impostor on our hands.

- Mm.
- Uh, I got to be honest...

I have no idea what's going on.

- ? You ain't ready
for this, ah ?

? Wait till
I give you that... ?

- She's treating me
like a simp.

- I'm just mad that I'm being
so manipulatable.

- Whoa, whoa, Doug.
The floor lights up.

- It sounds like you two are
at a crossroads.

So...

which way will you go?

- Uh, which--whichever way
you think we should go.

- Song's over.

- Oh, God.
- [grunting]

- I need to know
what to do next.

She's got to tell me
which way to go.

- Bro, we've already done
13 songs,

and at the end of every one,
she says the same thing.

It's like advice "Inception."

- You're right.

This room is the crossroads,
and the only way to go is out.

We got to leave.
- Let's go, man.

- [chuckles]
You guys are sweet,

so this next one's
on the house.

both: Okay.
- We can stay.

- Plus, the Grizzlies are
in town on Tuesday,

and one visit
from their backcourt

will pay off my Land Rover.

- ? Let me tell you
one thing ?

- I'm gonna be candid, okay?
- That's exactly what we need.

- Yeah?

Aaron.
- Yes, ma'am?

- What would happen
if you got handsy with me

in this strip club?

- I-I think the security guards

and bouncers would throw me
out Jazzy Jeff style.

- Mm.
And how do you know that?

- Well, I know that because
they have house rules

located on each wall.

- Your problem is, you agreed
to the rules with Edie,

but you keep expecting
something different to happen.

- What's wrong with me?

- If you don't accept
the situation as is,

you're gonna keep getting hurt.
- [gasps] Ooh. Okay.

You're saying be more like the
door and less like Jazzy Jeff.

- Yeah.
- Me. Do me next, please?

- She wasn't done.
She wasn't--Hey.

She wasn't done with me yet.

- You need to accept that
what happened with Sloane

has nothing to do with you.

Grieving can look like anger
in a lot of men.

- Mm-hmm.

- And you need to release
your grief...

- Oh.

- Not anger...

and get closure
however you can.

Session's over.

That'll be two grand.

- And I'll just have to accept
that feelings aren't facts.

- Okay, is the tattoo located
on your lower back--

is that the QR code
for your Venmo, or--

- Oh, yeah, it sure is.

- I'll just--thank you.

- And who--who should
I make this out to?

- Oh, Rebecca Shapiro is fine.

? ?

- I can't believe
that crazy security guard

ended up being the fake Squid.

He must have lost himself
in the search.

You don't want to help?

- Uh, I'm helping
a different way.

But I got a new clue.

- You can toss that.
I'm done.

I'm sorry that I kept you guys
awake with all this craziness.

- Trust me...

you're gonna want to see this.

[soft synth music]

? ?

- You're The Squid.

- No, I'm Cole...

who is The Squid, so...

yeah, I guess I am The Squid.

- What? Then--then
why did you deny it

when I asked you
if you were The Squid?

- No, I didn't.
Look, you're not crazy.

I was gonna hit
the Derek Wright building,

but you didn't catch me
because--

- You were there
the whole time.

Overlooked, in plain sight.

Wow.

What made you want
to reveal yourself now?

- You weren't trying to expose
or exploit The Squid.

You were trying to protect
and preserve the art

and the artist.

I got so worried
it was just all about money.

When you saw my work,
then I knew you saw me.

- I feel you.

You know what? I'm gonna--
I'm gonna keep quiet.

I know you don't want
a manager,

and I know that you just,
you know--

you don't want to sell out.

- You're right.
I don't want to sell out.

- Yeah.

- But I do want to buy in.

- Cole, I'm running
on fumes here.

Can you just tell me
what you mean?

- All right, look,

we both found something new
we weren't expecting today.

You found clarity,

and I found a manager.

- Wait, you want me
to represent you?

- I'll consider it
on a handshake agreement.

- That--
[chuckles]

You never know
when inspiration

is going to find you...

or how long it will take
to track down inspiration

and embark on a mutually
beneficial relationship.

But trust me--you'll know it
when you see it.

And if you're lucky,
maybe it'll see you, too.

- We did it!

Yeah!
Stole a bike from a child.

- Not something I'm proud of.
- Oh, no, I'm proud.

You know why?
- Why?

- Closure.

- Hey, well, look, man,
petty theft or not,

there's no one else
I'd rather run out of money

and walk through
the L.A. streets with.

- I do agree.

Once this blister
on my foot heals,

I'll be able to fully
appreciate this moment.

And even after all the shit
that we went through,

I'm glad I did it with you.
- Same. Love you, man.

- Love you, too, man.

- It would have been
a lot cheaper, though,

to remember that
before we spent a mortgage

on strip club therapy.
- Eh.

But then we wouldn't have
had this great idea.

- [yawning] You're right.

You're right.
- Closure.

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