All language subtitles for Blunt Talk s02e09 Walter

Previously on Blunt Talk...

Happy three-month anniversary, Mommy.

- Do you call him Daddy?
- No, but I'd like to.

You're wasting your time,
okay? I'm just the middleman

for the middleman for the
middleman for the middleman.

Don't you make me find
out if this gun is loaded.

WALTER: Who is behind this propaganda?

Corporations who invested in overpriced
technology like desalinization.

I want to get hold of the elusive CEO

of this company, Daniel Rudolph.

WALTER: Harry and Rafe
and I have been arrested

for the murder of Arbogast.

- Did you do it?
- No, of course not!

So what happened? You crossed
Rudolph Global and they framed you?

Exactly.

Until all the charges are
dropped, you are suspended.

No!

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Have you spotted any
dolphins, sea lions,

whales, condors, sharks
or elephant seals, Major?

We're not here for sightseeing, Harry.

I estimate about 500 yards north of here

is where the Rudolphs' desalinization
plant could be situated.

[sighs]

Can you let the quest go
for just one minute, sir?

I thought we were also here to get away.

There is no getting away,
Harry. There's no escape.

There are only four more days
until the vote on Proposition 68.

You know, Major, if
you hadn't seen Cornelia

through that bus window, none
of this would have happened.

You would still have Blunt Talk.

Love destroys, Harry.
We both know that now.

Yes, Major.

- I'd still like to see a dolphin.
- Hmm.

Or an elephant seal.

It's always been a goal of mine
to see an elephant seal make love.

Well, it... it's good
to have goals, Harry.

- [beeping]
- Oh, check it now. Check it now.

What's it say? What's it say?

- It's a smiley face.
- Okay.

Definitely a smiley face. Um...

I'm pregnant.

Martin! Oh.

Come on. [whimpers]

[grunting]

Are you all right, my love?

My stars, my moon, my cock, my man.

- What happened?
- You fainted because I'm pregnant.

- Oh.
- What are you thinking?

I'm thinking that my
parents are gonna kill me

and that I still haven't
paid off my student loans.

Wh... what are you thinking?

I'm thinking we're going
to have a beautiful baby.

[beeps]

Jim, darling, wake up. Time for work.

Wake up, Jim.

Oh. Morning, Mommy.

Morning, Daddy.

Someday I'm going to put a
ring on one of these toes.

Jim, remember, we said baby steps.

Yeah, I know. I was just joking.

I learned something from my colonoscopy.

[kissing]

[moaning]

[chuckles]

God, that was good.

Pure bliss.

What did Jules Verne say?

"The sea is infinite, the sea is love."

Yeah, well, if Daniel
Rudolph has his way,

all this will cease to exist.

You have a tendency to cast a
dark shadow over things, Major.

Yes, I know, Harry.
It's one of my strengths.

Well, we should break camp.

My meeting with Gardner is in two hours.

Major...

whenever I went to
the sea with my mother,

I always asked if I
could have one more swim,

one more frolic.

And she would always say, "No, Harry.

"You've had enough
happiness for one day."

So...

Yes, of course, Harry.

Whoo-hoo! Yeah!

[laughing]

[yelling]

[Walter chuckles]

[whooping]

I am sorry, Walter, but I
cannot lift your suspension.

Also, Shelly is doing great.

She's got beautiful, sexy numbers.

All the charges are
going to be dropped, Bob.

My new lawyer got hold
of the autopsy report.

It was impossible for us
to have killed Arbogast.

The major was on-air
at the time of death.

That is a good alibi, but
you're still toxic as hell.

Have you seen today's paper?

- You've been drought-shamed.
- WALTER: What?

Damn it! Harry.

Well, I bought cacti

and other indigenous
flora just as we discussed.

They also say you employ an
illegal alien as an unpaid slave.

That is not true. The major
gives me a very nice allowance.

- Each week he pays me...
- [stammering] Ah!

- That's private, Harry.
- Yes, Major.

Bob, Proposition 68 is coming up.

Please let me on the air.

We need to do this for Los Angeles!

If it were up to me, I
would put you back on.

But Bronson ripped into
me when I was in New York.

He was ready to fire me because of you.

So Bob has to look after Bob.

I'm sorry.

I understand.

But Walter has to look after Walter.

Now, I don't want to be mean,
but none of this is working.

Okay? I need a Tinkle brand story.

Something horrific or feminist.

Or horrific and feminist.
I know you can do it.

Hey, look. What about this?

Clowns all across Europe
have been committing suicide.

- The Lancet did a study on it.
- Really?

Yes, and they're comparing it
to birds falling out of the sky.

"A portent of a dark time."

Do the clowns kill themselves in costume

or in their street clothes?

- That's what I was wondering.
- I'm not sure.

Either way, it's a great story.

And the feminist angle can be...

why are there so few women clowns?

- Sorry I'm late.
- Martin, darling.

Why are you wearing sunglasses?

Because I've been crying all morning.

Oh, why?

I can't say. I'm trying to be stoic.

Tsk, oh.

[blows]

- Thank you.
- Oh.

[bell chimes]

- Champagne, Mr. Blunt?
- I'll attend to the major, thank you.

All right, Bronson's
secretary got back to me.

He will meet us late tonight.

- Well done, sir.
- Oh, thank you, Harry.

And I had an email from
Rafe from the jail library.

He and Duncan Adler have
started a recycling initiative.

Oh, sounds positive.

And they're doing "Who's
Afraid of Virginia Woolf"

and Rafe is playing the alcoholic wife.

Naturally, sir.

[rattles]

Oh, dear.

I hate flying. [whimpers]

What are you writing?

A story on black market
lingerie sales in Saudi Arabia.

Under their burkas, there's
a revolution going on.

- Oh, excellent.
- Yeah.

Shelly will love that.

Very on brand.

[sighs]

Wh... what's the matter, Rosalie?

I'm missing Teddy.

And I'm worried about Martin.

Have you spoken to him?
Do you know anything?

- No, he's been crying all day.
- Oh.

But it's too soon for his male period.

Are you sure?

Oh, yeah, because I'm
a week ahead of him

and my breasts are killing me.

Well, see if you can talk to him, then.

Give him counsel. He
looks up to you, Jim.

Yeah, I know.

I'll work some of my big brother magic.

Oh, my God, Martin!

You're way too young. You're
still a child yourself.

I know. I only started
puberty 13 years ago.

This March is the anniversary.

I'm not ready to be a father.

Are you sure that it's yours?

Aren't you guys in an open relationship?

Yeah, but we've only
been open for a few days.

Rosalie's only other
partner has been Rosalie.

Yeah, it's unlikely
Rosalie knocked up Rosalie.

Of course it's unlikely, Jim.

Well, you need to find out if she's
been with anyone else just to be sure.

Yeah, but she's only ever been
with three other guys her whole life

and one of them had a micro penis.

That doesn't matter.

If they hooked up recently he
could still get her pregnant.

The micro penis gene has
to get passed on somehow.

This has not been a very
helpful conversation, Jim.

Oh, please don't tell
anyone what's going on, okay?

I need to take care of this on my own

like a rugged individual.

Like Teddy Roosevelt.

Can I tell Celia?

No, not telling anyone
means not telling Celia.

Okay?

Wait, is that thing on?

- No.
- Okay.

Celia, are you there?

Fuck.

Up next, what do women wear under
their burkas in Saudi Arabia?

Ooh, I'd like to know.

Back after this.

Oh, isn't she fantastic?

Oh, I mean, I know we miss Walter,

but a performance like that makes
me feel good about being alive.

- Tinkle, Tinkle, little star.
- Yes, Bob.

Oh, and you, you are doing a great
job of keeping this team together.

Mwah. Oh!

Did Martin say what's going on?

No, he's trying to be
like Teddy Roosevelt.

Damn it! I knew I shouldn't
have given him that biography.

- Shelly's all set.
- Holy shit.

ANNOUNCER: Is this what
you want for your children?

Water from your neighbor's toilet?

Vote against Proposition 68.

Rudolph Global bought
ad time on Blunt Talk?

Walter's gonna hate this,

but this ad makes me
scared of recycled water.

Maybe that's why that hydrologist
had that huge herpes blister.

Oh, don't say that. I slept with him.

What? Celia!

I'm joking.

[exhales]

You know, Shelly, you
have got what it takes.

You've got that special quality.

- You really think so?
- Oh, yeah.

It's a narcissism that
all the great anchors have.

It comes off of you in
waves just like Walter.

I'm so flattered you feel
this way, Mr. Gardner.

[clinks]

[clock ticking]

No, don't get up, please.

Very nice to see you again, Walter.

Your color is very good.

Healthy, vital, blooming.

Moist.

[chuckles] Yes.

Well, thank you for seeing
me at this late hour.

I only requested this meeting

because of the urgency
of what's at stake.

Hmm, how are you feeling?

I know you've been through a lot.

Are you sane or insane?

I'm sane, of course.

Do you ever look at
your body, Mr. Blunt?

This strange glove
that houses your spirit.

Just today I was looking down at my legs

and I thought to
myself why are we clocks

that have to stop running?

Are you wondering if I
contemplate my mortality?

- Yes.
- Of course I do.

Good. I was just checking.

I like to know how my
employees are doing.

Mr. Bronson, I'd like
to cut to the chase.

- I want to be reinstated...
- Quiet!

You live in a dream, Blunt.
You don't know who you are.

Your face is a mask.

No one knows you. You
don't know yourself.

I take offense at
everything you're saying.

You see your life in romantic
terms, but it's a fantasy.

You feed your mind with lies.

Why are you speaking to me in this way?

Because I'm trying to help you.

What do you think you're doing
with the broadcast I gave you?

I do what I think is right.

Rudolph Global is a
dangerous corporation.

They need to be exposed.

I happen to care about
Rudolph Global, Mr. Blunt.

I also cared about Exxon
Mobil and Samsung and Pfizer,

and the American Joe with
his erectile dysfunction

and chronic psoriasis,

who's buying the pills and the creams

that play between your
A block and your B block

and between your B
block and your C block

and between your C
block and your D block.

You're a shill for a
corrupt machine, Blunt.

So how can you possibly
say you do what is right

when you're part of
everything that's wrong?

Thank you for coming to see me.

Um, Celia, there's
something I have to tell you.

Oh, no, what now?

Evelyn texted me.

That's no big deal. Just tell her
you're not a prostitute anymore.

But she wants me to
escort her tomorrow night

to another fundraiser for Sandler
and it's at Daniel Rudolph's house.

- So Rudolph will be there?
- Yeah.

Yeah, it's... it's a surrealist ball

like the one the
Rothschilds threw in '72.

Yeah, I've seen pictures of that
party. Audrey Hepburn wore a birdcage.

Anyway, I think I should
go and somehow bring Walter.

Oh, God, I love this.
Wh-why can't we all go?

Well, we could, but we'd
have to go with Evelyn.

That's okay as long as I get
half of whatever she pays you.

Oh, I really like you, Shelly,

and I'm not just
speaking professionally.

Oh, I feel the same way.

I've never experienced
chemistry like this.

Me either. What do you think?

Huh? You want to do it
right here on Walter's desk?

[laughs] Oh, naughty.

But, gee, Bob, I don't know.

What about his couch?
Would that be okay?

Sure, I guess we don't want
to be too disrespectful. No.

[moaning]

Oh, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

If we're gonna make love,

there's something you should know.

- What, you have cancer?
- No.

Show it to me.

[grunts]

[grunting]

Fuck. Shit.

[grunts, exhales]

[sighs]

[exhales]

That's my ass pad.

You know, showbiz.

Do you still like me?

Of course.

My boyfriend wears the same thing.

That's hot.

Mm. Oh!

My name is Gregory Arkadin!

I will pay anything.
I'll give you a check now.

I must have a seat on that plane.

- [gasps]
- I must have a seat on that plane.

Seat on that plane.

Major, are you all right?

Just a bad dream, Harry.

About Bronson, sir?

- No, another Orson Welles.
- Oh.

Fuck that madman Bronson.

I am not gonna quit, Harry.

We'll find a way, sir. You're
better than Rudolph Global.

[bell dings] Folks, we're gonna
be having some mild turbulence.

Nothing too bad, but go ahead and
return to your seats and buckle up.

[rattles]

We're all going to die!

[liquid pours]

So, the Rudolphs fancy themselves

as latter-day Rothschilds.

Such ego.

Jim's friend got us
tickets to the party.

It starts at midnight and goes to noon.

It's supposed to be surreal time.

And costumes are mandatory.

And if we can get you
alone with Rudolph,

maybe you could get him
talking and secretly tape him

like old-school Mike Wallace.

- Oh, I like that.
- Yeah.

But what would we wear
to a surrealist party?

I mean, how would I blend in?

Um, w-we could disguise
ourselves as women, Major.

I've always wanted to cross-dress
ever since I was a boy.

Good thinking, Harry.

How are my girls doing?

Oh, look at you two. I
already got a hard-on.

- Save it for me, sweetie.
- Oh, I always do, Stanley.

Ronnie, is this the right shade?

I still can't believe we
both came as Audrey Hepburn.

I guess we just have the same
taste in a lot of things...

dresses, birdcages, hunks.

Um, our friends are pulling up.

Um, Evelyn,

these ladies are our plus two.

I'm Harriet and this is Winnie.

We're third cousins. Best friends.

I love both your dresses.

Thank you.

Shall we?

Sorry.

-

Is the camera set?

Oh, yes. It's affixed to my bosom.

Great.

[caws]

Don't be rude.

[caws]

-

What a beautiful
gem-encrusted music box.

How long have you known Daniel Rudolph?

I've been coming to
his parties for years,

but we've never actually met.

He's always in a private orgy
room with the A-list people.

I see.

I'm not A-list, I'm afraid.

I'm D-list, but I have a good time.

Oh, champagne!

Let's split up.

If you find Daniel
Rudolph in his private room

before we do, you come and find us.

- Copy that.
- Okay.

It's nice not to be
wearing pants for once,

- don't you think, Major?
- Yes, Harry.

I'm loving the sensation
of air between my thighs.

Wearing a dress, it's
arousing to realize

how easily our legs could be parted

to get at our private female jewel.

Harry, you don't have
a private female jewel.

Please keep your mind on the mission.

We need to avoid
Margaret and find Daniel.

Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir.

Good.

Holy shit. Do these toilets work?

Oh, God, no. I made
that mistake last year.

Oh, that's disgusting.

So do they serve food in the bathroom?

Yes. I'm going to the
loo now. I'm hungry.

Come with me, sweetheart.

Harry, let's check in here.

Yes, sir.

That was odd.

Harry, I think I've been
spotted. Let's get out of here.

- Find her bloody brother.
- Yes, sir.

Oh, goody.

Sweets.

Oh, yeah.

Uh-uh, that's for display only.

I'm so sorry, ma'am.

That's all right,
just don't do it again.

Pardon me, might you know
where the host of the party is?

Daniel Rudolph.

Down the hall, third door on the right.

Thank you very much.

You're welcome, ladies.

Come along, Harriet.

Yes, Winnie. Thank you.

[woman singing in Portuguese]

Excuse me, sir.

Excuse me. This is a private room.

If you ladies are
looking for the raw bar,

it's in the bathroom down the hall.

We're not looking for the raw bar.

Are you Daniel Rudolph?

[music stops]

[wheelchair clunks]

- Who wants to know?
- I want to know.

[wheelchair clunks]

Who's I?

This is Walter Blunt.
Stop playing games.

Oh, Mr. Blunt!

- I've been waiting for you.
- You have?

No, no, I just say that to
everyone. Makes them feel special.

Girls, could you please
give us some privacy?

- Same again, please.
- [meows]

Thank you.

Hey there, doll face.

Polly want a cracker?

Barry?

Hey, you're that broad
who put a gun on me.

- No, I'm not.
- Better take you to the boss.

- Come on. Come on. Come here!
- No.

- [whimpering]
- Oh, damn!

I've heard of you, Mr. Blunt.

My sister told me the
two of you are dating.

I would hardly call it dating.

I would like to ask you
some questions, Mr. Rudolph.

Oh, I could see why
Margaret likes you so much.

You know, if you didn't shave,

you'd be a good-looking woman.

You, too.

- Thank you.
- Oh, yeah.

Let's quit fooling around.

I want to talk to you

about the murders you've had committed.

Oh, is this one of those
plays people put on at parties?

Are you supposed to be Angela Lansbury?

Leave my brother alone, Walter.

Hello, Margaret.

Danny, why don't you run along?

I can deal with these two.

The law says we can shoot home invaders.

Okay, Margie.

- [wheelchair clunking]
- [grunting]

Oh, fuck it.

Okay, that's enough.

Mm-hmm.

Have you been behind all of this?

I thought it was your brother
and you were his helper.

What a sexist thing to say.

Come on.

You're not really going to shoot us.

Why didn't you call after we made love?

Because you drugged me
and stole the logbook.

Still could have called.

- Turn around, both of you.
- Margaret.

Turn around! I fucking mean it!

I liked you, Walter. I really did.

But you've made me very unhappy,

and I don't like being unhappy.

Life is too short.

[clicks]

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