All language subtitles for Those Who Cant s02e04 8 Mile High.eng

[Rapping]
Yo, you
frighten like Casper

[Raps in Spanish]

- No, she didn't.
- What'd I tell you!

- No, she didn't.
- What'd I tell you!

- Oh!
- Mm!

Damn, Jimmy. I can't believe

Jake's letting you use the basement

of the pizza shop for these battles.

What Cousin-uncle Jake don't know

don't hurt Cousin-uncle Jesse.

- [Chuckling]
- That's what I'm saying, son.

These battles bring you back, cuz?

I remember when you used
to spit back in high school.

I spit a little bit,

then I got my braces off, turned
into a pretty decent rapper.

Yeah, you did. You did.

Maybe I should dust those rhymes off,

come back next week, teach
these girls what's up.

I've been listening to Bone Thugs.

Well, let me break it
down for you like this...

these Las Hermanas Tijeras...
they're on that new-ish.

- [Bleep]
- You're on that old-ish.

You want to get up on that stage,

you gotta update your flow.

Do not question my flow, Jimmy.

I've had heavy flow since
day one, you know that.

- All right.
- I can get on this new-ish.

All right. Respect.

But one thing... you
get up on that stage,

you gotta bring a crew.

- Oh, that's what's up?
- That's what's up.

Hey! Hey, there's a two-pizza
blunt minimum, asshole.

No exceptions! No exceptions!

- Hey, buds.
- Oh, God, Abbey!

Gross! What are you doing here?

I got a rap Groupon.

I'm supposed to meet my friends
in a... a couple hours ago.

- Yeah, you got ditched, Abbey.
- No!

It's just a tricky thing to
get people out on a Friday

because Saturday is the next day,

and... but, who cares,
we're here, we're friends!

- Is this the guy?
- Yeah.

Come on, dude. Why you
disrespect me like that?

God damn it.

[Spraying]

Yo, watch it!

I'm sorry.

That's what I thought, Raggedy-ass Ann.

You know what? No. I am not sorry.

I have had a [bleep]
night, an even worse week,

all my friends ditched me,

and I've had to eat eight
[bleep] damn pizza blunts

because Jimmy won't let
me out of my Groupon.

Ohhhhh!

[Cackling]

Oh, God. I'm so sorry.

Damn, little orphan Annie,

you just made my [bleep] card.

You smoke?

Uh, yeah. I-I smoke.

You want to come ride with us?

Yeah. I... I-I would love
to come ride with you ladies.

Get some scissors.

Let's go.

What kind of scissors?

Synced and corrected by Aaronnmb
www.addic7ed.com

It's called a crew, and
it has to be three deep.

Now, I'll rap last as
I'm clearly the leader,

but I need two other
rappers to go before me.

- Nah.
- Oh, me, me, me!

Fairbell, when I've
exhausted every other option,

- I'll come to you.
- That's all I'm asking.

- And yet, you keep asking it.
- Yeah, that's all I'm asking.

Okay, Shoemaker, I tried to get the
O.G. Park Hill crew back together.

No go... they're all doctors now.

But you're a musician.

Yeah, but, no, see, I do love music,

but, you know, I like rock
'n' roll and the blues.

I'm not into co-opting
black culture or anything.

Come on. It'll be easy.
I'm the main event.

You just get up there, grab
the mic and say whatever.

Yeah, but still, even if I wanted to,

I've got this new
relationship with Doris,

and so, I can't do anything

'cause I got a petulant
little boy at home

who just sits in his
room and sulks all day

'cause he doesn't understand my
new relationship with his mother.

I'm sitting right here! Stop
talking about me like I don't exist!

And I've already told you
to watch your sass mouth,

- Rod, haven't I?
- Talk to me, not at me, Bill!

Oh, I will talk at you because
as your common-law stepfather,

I am allowed to.

I wish you never came
into my life, Bill!

I tell you what... never adopt.

Rodrick Samuel Knorr, you get back here!

That's just great.

Can I be in your rap crew now?

Fairbell, I'm still gonna ask
a lot more people first, okay?

Wouldn't have it any other way.

Whoa! Somewhere, Brian Setzer
must be missing a stray cat.

And somewhere a glory hole is
missing that pretty little mouth.

[Bleep] Abbey! Escalation much?

I'm so sick of your [bleep].

Okay, can we talk about
our dynamic a little bit?

Now, see, what usually
happens is I diss you,

you weakly try to diss me back,

and then I come back even harder,
leaving you thoroughly clowned.

Yeah. That's [bleep] over now, Holmes.

Were you hanging with those lesbian
gang-bangers all weekend, Abbey?

They are not lesbians or in a gang.

They are a group of like-minded women

who support each other
and never leave a friend

hanging on Friday night and...

may have stolen some
Blu-rays from Best Buy.

Mm. Any copies of "Rush Hour 2"?

Uh, four of 'em.

I'll take all four. $60 sound fair?

Thank you, Fairbell.

You're just jealous you don't
have any friends for life.

- For life?
- Mm-hmm.

You met them on Friday.
I have plenty of friends.

Oh, yeah? Name two.

- Me, me, me, me, me.
- Coty and Dalton.

[Scoffs] That's what I thought.

Now give me that scone,
you friendless bitch.

What?!

I guess just drop my wallet
and the Blu-rays off tomorrow?

[Rapping lamely] She is tough.

That was rough.

Maybe you've had enough of that stuff?

Fairbell, was that your rap?

- Mmmmmmmmm.
- [Sighs]

All right. You can join my crew.

Yes! Oh, thank you! That was so hard.

I'm gonna go get some sports drink.

I need a scone first. They're out.

You got it, rap leader.

Phil, what up, man? What's good, homey?

What the blood clot, son?

You good? You good?

You know what I'm talking about? Ha ha!

Bet, that's what's up.

Hey, listen, you and I have
not really hung out per se.

- That is correct.
- But I'm putting together a crew.

Really?

- Yeah.
- A crew?

- Uh-huh.
- Loren.

- Was hoping you could join us.
- Well, I did row crew at Bates.

No, Phil, this is a
different thing, all right?

This is a rap crew for a battle,
and I'm one rapper short, so I figured,

who better than my man
Phil to come spit some fire?

And you came to me because...?

Because... you're
probably a dope lyricist.

I'm black?

- What?!
- Loren.

- No!
- You came to me because I'm black.

Phil, that is not what's going on here.

Loren, you do know that not
all black people can rap, right?

Uh, Phil, you do know
that not all white people

think that all black
people can rap, right?

Hey, Tammy.

Phil already texted me.

Oh [bleep] damn it!

[Muffled rock music
playing over headphones]

Stupid Shoemaker!

Stupid Mom!

Hey, Rod.

I'm not sure what I'm interrupting here,

but I'm starting a rap crew

and I could really use a
conservative 40-year-old war veteran.

Can't you read? The
sign says, "Keep out."

Don't know what she sees in him anyway.

It was fine when it
was just the two of us.

Cattie: So, I said, "I'm
sorry, Governor Romney,

but I'm just not that kind of girl."

Now, what the hell is this?

It's graffiti, Cattie.

I can see it's graffiti, Tammy.

I was just hoping that you
could decipher it for me.

And you were hoping this because...?

Because I forgot my glasses.

- Oh, okay.
- And you're black.

There it is.

LHT, Las Hermanas Tijeras,

a female Honduran prison gang.

I watch a lot of "Gangland."

[Bleep] almighty!

Now we got a gang problem here at Smoot!

What the hell is this?

Cattie installed metal detectors
because of our "gang" problems.

- See, that's the ticket.
- [Beeping]

You know, don't engage a
problem or fix a problem...

you search a problem
or restrict a problem

while we, the beleaguered masses,

huddle in a line and wait
for this man in a uniform

to wave his wand like some sort of slave
driving sorcerer shrinking our liberties

until we're nothing more than
faceless, castrated non-threats.

- [Applause]
- You just freestyled.

No, I didn't. I just said what
I was thinking, and this guy...

No, no, no. That's what rap is.

You dig deep, you find what's inside

and you just spit the truth.

So, in a way, a rap battle
is like a therapist's couch?

Sure. Yes, yes, exactly.

It's where you express
your innermost thoughts.

I could use that.
Okay, yes. I-I'll do it.

- You'll rap?
- Yeah... Well, why not?

- I could use the talk time.
- All right.

This battle is on.

Now, what is the hold up?

[Detector warbling]

Yes, yes, son. What
the blood clot, Jimmy?

Dude, what are you doing?

Are you writing fake
prescriptions again?

[Whispering] You got in
so much trouble for that.

No! Because that would
be a federal offense!

[Normal voice] I just came to tell
you you're looking at the newest M.C.

- of your Free-Flow Friday, son.
- Oh! [Laughs] You crewed up?

- Hell, yeah, I crewed up.
- They fresh?

No. They're like 40. It's
Fairbell and Shoemaker.

Now, who you gonna battle?

Dude, doesn't matter. Line
'em up, I'll mow 'em down.

I'm afraid it doesn't work like that.

In Jimmy's dungeon,
it's all about the show.

Like TNT, son, you
gotta bring the drama!

Okay. Then I just get some beef.

Oh, no. You can't just come
at me with any kind of beef.

You gotta bring the high-quality beef.

Farm to table, grass-fed
beef Friday night.

Yeah, absolutely. You
gonna bring the Iron Chef's

secret ingredient beef with you?

I'll bring some Wagyu beef,
I'll bring some Kobe beef,

I'll cook it up, serve it up, give
it to every little kid in the house.

You come to me with that kind of beef?

I'm gonna put you up on
that stage on Friday, cousin.

Bet, bet. I'm out to get that beef.

- All right.
- Oh, Jimmy, I forgot,

did you hear Nana has to
have another hip surgery?

- You're kidding me.
- No. Same hip.

You know what, we should visit her.

- We should visit.
- We should visit her.

- Oh, my God, she would love that.
- She would love that!

- Call Papa.
- Okay, I'll call Papa.

- Let's find a time.
- All right. I'll let him know.

- All right. Bye.
- Bye, Jimmy.

What the hell are you looking at?!

[Whistle blowing]

[Rapping lamely]
All
right, J.V., take a knee

- [Beat-boxing]
- Coach, Coach, I-I need you to stop.

- Battle?
- Fight!

No, fight.

Coach, clearly you need
us to help you with this.

Yes, please. [Sighs]

Rap's supposed to be fun, Coach.

The simplest things are the best.

Hey, my mom used to say
that about me all the time.

Yeah. How about we, uh,
let you take a listen

to the stuff that we're into, huh?

All right. Fresh!

[Rap beat plays]

Uh, uh, what's happening to my legs?

Ah, ah, ah.

I thought this type
of music was forbidden.

Hey! Watch where you're going.

Come on!

Yo, what'd you just say to me?

I said, "Watch where you're going."

This is a faculty parking lot,

so why don't you guys
turn this car around,

park on the street with
the rest of the visitors.

I didn't... I... You know
what, park where you'd like.

I didn't see the scissors.

- Okay, just park wherever you'd like.
- Y-Y-Y-Y-Y... Whoa, whoa! He's cool.

I mean, he's not cool,
but we shouldn't kill him.

Yeah, this puta better watch his mouth!

Okay, okay, uh, excuse me? Puta?

Hablo espa?ol, okay?

- [Speaking Spanish]
- Ah, hablas espa?ol.

[Speaking Spanish]

[Speaking Spanish]

[Arguing in Spanish]

Aah! What the... You stabbed me!

I thought it was escalating.

It wasn't escalating.

We were talking about verb
structure, and you stab me?

Yo, I just greased you, bitch!

Yo, whatever. Let's
just roll to Chubby's.

Yeah.

We're gonna roll to Chubby's, bitch.

Are you serious? Those [bleep]

Wait a minute. Wait, I
think I just found my beef!

Guys, I just figured out my beef.

It's with Las Hermanas
Tijeras and Abbey.

Ha ha! Wow!

Oh, my God.

Rodrick Samuel Knorr, you get back here!

Screw you! You're not my real dad!

- I am your legal guardian!
- Billy, look.

- That was pretty cool.
- Right?

What's this bull[bleep]

Cattie called a meeting to
address some gang violence.

- You snitch on me?
- I didn't snitch!

I passed out and somebody found me.

You're lucky they did. I could've
died out there on those mean streets.

- Yeah?
- Ow!

Now, I have called
this emergency meetin'

here today to discuss the
gang issues here at Smoot.

It's also been brought to my attention

that a teacher has been
lightly stabbed by a...

There is no light stabbing.

It's not rain. You're
either stabbed or you're not.

Loren, why don't you take a seat
before you pull that stitch, darling?

Now, I have brought with
me today my urban planner,

who is gonna oversee
this meeting. Tammy?

I'd like to reiterate
that I find it offensive

that just because I'm black you
assume I know about this stuff.

But let's get to the
root of the problem.

Why do people join
gangs in the first place?

Maybe they're so
desperate for friendship

they just join a gang in a bathroom.

Or maybe they go to that bathroom

because their friend abandons them.

That is still no reason for someone
to stab someone else in a parking lot.

No, you didn't get stabbed.
That was just a Tijuana love tap.

- Don't touch it!
- This is about the students!

How do we resolve these issues?

Rap battle. Rap battle
resolves any conflict,

unless someone is too
"skirred" to battle.

I'm not too "skirred."

Someone doesn't want to battle a buster!

Maybe someone needs to remember

somebody else got dirt
on the mother[bleep]

and they wouldn't be afraid to
tell and drop a dime on that ass.

Okay, this is a lost cause.

Well, I think we made some
real progress here today.

I'll see you Friday, bitch.

Friday it is. Friday it is.

Yeah, I'm still not sure why
I was made to come to this.

Phil, do we have to have yet
another conversation about your tone?

All right, fam. Listen up!

Alright, now, we got a lot of confirmed
gangsters in the building tonight.

- Yeah!
- Yeah! Yeah!

We'll do it like this, see.

Put your hands in the air

if you got drugs on
your person right now.

[Cheering]

All right.

Keep 'em up. Keep 'em up! Keep 'em up.

All right, looks like nine,
looks like nine confirmed.

Nine confirmed!

All right, fresh gangster!

Boy, subtlety is not
Jimmy's strong suit, is it?

We'll see how subtle he is
with a bullet in his head.

- [Bleep] Dave.
- What?

Jimmy: All rappers
report to the basement.

Hey, hey. W-W-W-Wait. Hey, listen.

I-I-I don't think this
is a very good idea.

Come on, Shoemaker. I need you in
battle mode, dude. Game face, all right?

But you never said anything
about going into a basement.

- So what?
- I am not good at basements.

It brings up a lot of dark
[bleep] from the past, and I-I...

If you threaten not to rap
one more time, guess what?

I'm gonna put you on blast.

- What does that even mean?
- Test me.

I swear to God, test
me right now, Shoemaker.

- I'm just being hon...
- And you're on blast.

You happy? Until further
notice, you are on blast!

Where is Fairbell?

Yo, bitches. You ready
to get smoked like endo?

Can't wait to hear your
nursery rhymes [bleep]

[Speaking Spanish]

You're gonna be suckin' my
[bleep] by the end of the night.

[Bleep]

What's up with them?

I can't even hear you,
because you're on blast,

and I can't hear people on blast.

- But what does that mean?
- Blast!

- But I...
- B...

- What does...
- Blast!

All right, all right, all
right. We are back. Come on!

[Cheers and applause]

Come on! All right.

Gentlemen, ladies, it's really simple.

Three rounds, freestyle,
audience picks the winner.

[Cheering]

Just, quick reminder, quick reminder...

I am wearing a red, button-down
shirt with no Kevlar vest.

Again, I am not wearing any
Kevlar on my person right now.

All right, all right, let's get to it.

First rapper, Team Sodo.

[Chatter]

I don't know where our first rapper is.

If he's not here in 30
seconds, I gotta call it.

I hear ya, but he said he'd be here.

What's your boy's name again?

What did he say his name was?

Fairbell: Mr. Mile High, Mr. Mile
High. Spike it, Little Debbie!

- What's this...
- [bleep]

[Rap beat plays]

Yeah. Mr. Mile High!

Mr. Mile High. Yeah! Mr. Mile High.

Oh, my God.

Mr. Mile High. Mr. Mile High.

This is a rap battle.
It's not the Latin Grammys.

Mr. Mile High! Whoo!

What the hell is he doing?

I think he's just listing the things
that he likes over and over again.

Man, I'm just glad he's not
saying Mr. Mile High any...

- Mr. Mile High!
- Oh, there he is. He's back.

- There he goes.
- He's back on it.

- All right, all right!
- He's back. And he's back.

Give me my microphone!

Aah!

First round goes to
Las Hermanas Tijeras.

[Cheering]

They didn't even rap.
They didn't even rap!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, but you
did, and that was enough.

Now, leave this place forever.

You're making everything
about this less cool!

Well, good. I have to return
my Hummer limo, so there.

[Crowd jeering]

I apologize for that sincerely.

All right. History teacher, you're up.

Whoa, whoa. No, no, no. I am not...

- No, no, no, you got this.
- I'm not doing this.

Hey, this is what we
talked about up there.

We're in the dungeon now.
You want that dark [bleep]

- All right?
- You want [bleep]

You can't be worse than Fairbell.
Now get out there and spit fire.

- No worse than Fairbell.
- You got this, Shoe, come on.

You got this, Shoemaker. You got this!

All right.

Hey, you, D.J., drop that beat.

- [Rap beat plays]
- Ah, all right.

Everybody, put your hands up.

Put your hands up.

I'm about to get grimy on this [bleep]

When I was young,

my neighbor used to
lure me into his basement

with promises of candy and soda

before he put his hands into my mouth,

then into my [bleep]

and then he'd tell
me, "Don't tell nobody

or I'll kill your entire family.

Don't you talk to nobody about this.

- Because if you do, I'll kill you."
- Time-out, time-out, time-out.

- Shoemaker, Shoemaker.
- What?

- What are you doing?
- What do you mean, what am I doing?

- What are you doing out there?
- I'm finding my darkness.

No. You're supposed to go at them.

Go at them.
Aggressive-style, on the attack.

Oh, okay. My bad.

- Yeah.
- Okay.

- Just...
- Out of context, that was...

All right, man, take another shot at it.

A'ight. Sorry about that, everybody.

Hey, yo, D.J., drop that beat!

[Whispering] I apologize.

- [Rap beat plays]
- Hey, yo, hey, yo.

Put your hands back in the air!

Put 'em up again!

Get 'em up!

All right, I hate you, I hate you,

I hate your whole [bleep] crew.

For not being there
that day in the basement

when my neighbor had his hands
in my mouth and in my [bleep]

You could have stopped Keith.

You could've told him.
You could've ran for help.

But none of you were there!

No [bleep] Shoemaker.
Shoemaker. Shoemaker.

Okay. Okay!

There are some things going on up here

that are clearly beyond
the scope of a rap battle.

So Las Hermanas Tijeras win again.

[Cheers and applause]

Nah. Nah, he can have that round.

I don't even want that.

That [bleep] too real.

That's very nice of you. Thank you.

No.

Yeah. This wasn't the place for this,

but I-I appreciate you having
me down to your basement.

[Crying] Thank you for making
a little pathway for me.

All right!

So... So, we all tied up,
heading into the final round.

- All right.
- Yeah!

You know what, let that bitch go first.

- Oh, yeah?
- See what you got, Logan.

See what you got.

Yo, D.J., drop that beat.

[Rap beat plays]

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

[Cheers and applause]

Jimmy: What are you doin'?

This is that new-ish.

I'm coming at them on their level.

Hey, yo, D.J., play
that track I gave you.

[Mid-tempo music plays]

This is what's up.

[Clears throat]

Y'all mind if I take a turn? Thanks.

Hey, yo, this is girl talk.

When I was a little girl,

I knew I was different from my sisters.

I didn't like My Little Pony,

wasn't interested in the mistress.

When you're a kid, they call you tomboy.

Good at climbing trees and on your bike.

When you're a teenager, not so innocent.

Cornrows get you labeled... Psych!

'Cause I would never
use that word for malice.

Never use that... for spite.

Took it back, looked up the definition.

Stopped the flood of
hatred with this dike.

But, yo, that attitude...

that's born in perspective.

Took me 37 years to unlock.

Out there, amongst the wicked,

there's no judgment,
there's just girl talk.

- Take it home.
-
Do-do-do-do-do, girl talk

- What the hell is he doing?
- He's Macklemore'ing.

Is he telling us he's a lesbian?

Nah, nah, nah, nah. See,
you would think that.

What he's doing,

he's using his
upper-middle-class perspective

to comment on what it's like

to be an inner-city Hispanic lesbian.

This is some next-level [bleep]

[Mellow piano notes play]

[Distorted]
Giiirl talk

[Thud, microphone feedback]

[Jimmy clapping]

Yeah, too stunned to
respond. I'm not surprised.

It's some pretty next-level [bleep]

You know what, cue it up again.

I think they'll get
it on the second time.

Wow! You a fool!

You know, it's 2016. It's
okay to admit you're a lesbian.

I just broke through the
glass ceiling for you.

How 'bout I break through
your glass ceiling?

I don't know how you'd do that.

As a heterosexual male,
there's... Oh, you mean stab me.

She's got a knife! Mirror, mirror!

- Mirror, mirror!
- That's the signal.

Oh! Whoo! Weapons hot!

- Dave.
- Weapons hot!

Mirror, mirror!

Dave: DEA! Anyone with drugs,
hands against your head!

FDA! Anyone with expired
produce, up against the wall,

or you will be killed!

Give me a reason!

- Dave.
- [Siren wails]

Anybody would go to the
basement for a Cadbury egg!

It was June!

Ow, ow, ow! You are
crushing my private business!

I said I'm Mr. Mile High.

I don't even know what
cocaine looks like. Ow!

What? But I didn't do anything.

Yeah, she does not look like
your typical Hermana Tijera.

Macklemore, come here for a second.

This one... she been involved
in any illicit gang activity?

Her? Nah, we're just hanging
out on a Friday night.

She's just a boring-ass librarian.

Right, Abbey?

Yeah, I guess.

Yeah, no, she's not a
gangster at all, guys.

She's just, um... She's just a f-friend.

Agent: Okay. Super-touching, too.

Hey, man, when does that mix tape drop?

Oh, you all like real hip-hop?

- Yes.
- Okay. Lettuce drops in June.

Did you see that?

Loren.

I mean, I-I know we've
had our difficulties,

but I really feel like this is
a change in our relationsh...

[bleep]

You know, I, um, I wanted to apologize.

This weekend, I was forced to remember,

very publicly, just how
difficult growing up can be.

So, I... got you this.

Go ahead.

Yeah?

Open it.

"Call of Battle:
Questionable Deployment"?!

- Yeah!
- Oh!

Oh, I love it, but...

my shrink at the V.A. hospital

specifically said I
shouldn't play this game.

Well, then I guess it'll have
to be just our little secret.

Yeah.

A secret you should never...

[Voice breaking] tell anyone.

Half the game takes place
inside of a flashback.

And, best of all, the FDA agent

said I didn't have any drugs in my butt.

Way to go, Mr. Mile High.

I'm proud of you.

I gotta go.

Loren, I want to thank
you for the other night,

- even though you did ditch me again.
- Well, you're welcome,

and the important thing is that you
and I have reestablished our dynamic.

So you're out of the gang life now?

You done with that?

The feds put most of the
power players in jail,

so there's not much of a gang left.

So, why was your cousin
wearing a wire anyway?

Jake was in trouble with the
FDA 'cause of some bad produce,

so Jimmy struck a deal with the DEA

because of the drug element
hanging around the store.

It's standard joint-task-force stuff.

Has nobody here seen "The Wire"?

God!

I have a feeling Jimmy's
gonna get what he deserves.

[Scissors snip]

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