All language subtitles for The Big C s02e08 The Last Thanksgiving.kk

Are you all right?

Yeah, yeah.

I just ran 5 miles,
and it felt like 6 1/2.

I have a pain in the neck.
That's not a metaphor.

Why don't you sit down
for a second?

I'm okay.

I've gotten used to always having

a little pain somewhere,
you know?

Speaking of pain, have you had
any cool side effects

from our drugs yet--

butt rash, canker sores,
fingernails falling off?

Uh, a bird pooped on my arm
while I was running.

That isn't a side effect, is it?

How about you?

Not yet.

What are you doing
for Thanksgiving?

You volunteering
at a homeless shelter

or mentoring homeless youth

Or something else heroic?

There is a hard-boiled egg
in my fridge

that is not gonna eat itself.

Okay, that is no way
to spend the day.

No, you come to my house.

Eat real food.

Oh, I'm sure your family

doesn't want an interloper
hanging around.

No. Th--th--
they'll--they'll love it,

just as long as they don't have
to go to my father's

and listen
to my anorexic stepmother

talk about food she'll never eat

and watch my father watch TV.

Sounds very meta.

Or "sucky," as Adam would say.

So we're just gonna be at home,

and I'm gonna host
my first Thanksgiving,

and dad is not invited.

Sean's gonna get
an eco-friendly turkey

from somebody,

and I'm just gonna make
all the sides I love,

whether they have something
to do with Thanksgiving or not.

We're just gonna, you know...

- Have fun.
- You sure you want me there?

Yes.

I want to be surrounded

by my family and my mole mate.

So what's your favorite

Thanksgiving day food,
or any food, for that matter?

Ah. Well, my mom's people
are French,

and she used to make
a pretty awesome Basque cake,

which I still dream about
and try to taste in my mind.

I am gonna find
the recipe online,

and I will bake it for you.

You really don't want to do that.

I-it's got two layers of pastry
and a cream center,

and it's just a whole thing.

Turkey and Basque cake.

- You in?
- Sure.

I will just, uh, throw some heat
on my neck and grab a shower.

Good, 'cause you smell
like sweat and bird poo.

Oh, you can let yourself out.

All right.
2:00, my house.

Gobble.
Gobble, gobble.

Hey, happy Thanksgiving,
friend...

Whatever that means.

Time to be grateful, yes?

Yeah, I'm especially grateful

for the fucking health-care
system in this country,

which is retroactively denying
me a $3,000 bill.

What does that mean?

You want to know
what that means, Myk?

That means that they said,
"Okay, we'll pay it."

Then they said,
"Oh, well, you know what?

We're not gonna pay it.
We want our money back."

That's what it means.
Isn't that nice?

It's lovely.

At least we made double time
and a half today.

I'm very grateful for that.

You know what I'm grateful for?

I'm grateful for the fact
that you are coming

over to my house
for Thanksgiving.

And I'm gonna do something
I have always wanted to do,

something that I have, like,
laid awake at night dreaming of,

something that I've researched

at 3:00 in the morning
when I couldn't sleep.

What is this thing?

What is this magical,
magical thing?

My dear new friend...

- I am gonna deep-fry a turkey.
- Oh.

Oh, it's supposed to be so moist.

I'm so excited.
I'm just gonna let the juices

dribble down my chin
like that--

no apologies, just like that.

I am looking forward to turkey,

but mostly, I cannot wait
to see Andrea tonight.

I like her very much, Paul.

I like looking at her.
I like talking to her.

She puts a skip in my step.

Really happy for you.
I-I like her too--

I mean, not the way you do.

- I just mean...
- Yeah.

She's a great girl.

So I'll see you later on?

- Yes.
- All right.

- You got the address?
- Yes, sir.

I would've gone with ones

with faux diamond hearts on them.

They say, "I'm girly,
but I can scratch you."

No, Cathy's not a scratcher.

And I'm trying to be subtle.

Promise me you guys will not say
anything to Lee about my nails.

I mean, he's not having
the same side effects I am,

and I don't want him to feel bad.

Promise.

So, since you're losing
your nails,

that means you're losing
your cancer?

Well, that's what we hope
is happening.

I had a dream last night
that my tumors sprouted wings

and flew out of my mouth.

I remember calling out to them,

"Come back if you need anything."

Why would I say that?

Because you're a mom.

God, I love your engagement ring.

I never noticed it.
It's so pretty.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I've never really loved it.
It was my mom's.

My dad gave it to Paul
when he was going to propose.

He was so proud.
He thought it was so special.

And as soon as I opened that box,

I thought,
"Oh, no, not mom's ugly ring."

Well, I loved your mother,

and I love that ring.

Well, then I'll leave it
to you in my will.

Don't get all dark.
The tumors flew away, remember?

But I do want a ring
on my finger so bad,

I can taste it.

I can't believe
you want to marry Sean.

He looks like Jesus,
only angrier.

Maybe I'll start calling you
"Mags" for Mary Magdalene.

- His mother?
- No, his prostitute girlfriend.

Read a Bible.

That's why I want a ring,

'cause I feel
kind of prostitute-y

being knocked up and not married.

Wow.
That doesn't sound like you.

Exactly.

And maybe it's the hormones,

but I don't want my daughter
to know me

as crazy, independent,
drinks-rum-with-omelets Rebecca.

I want her to play with my ring

and ask me how mommy and daddy
fell in love.

I hear myself talking,

and it makes me a little sick,
but it's true.

That's nice.

I love weddings.

I've got mine all planned out.

Does Myk know?

Don't make a black girl blush.

I've had it planned
long before I even met him.

He's got to earn the right
to ride my dream.

I like your attitude.

Thank you, Mags.

Got it.

Got the turkey.

Say hello and good-bye.

Hey, honey.
Hi.

How are you?
How you feeling?

- Fat in the thighs.
- Oh.

Oh.

I-I think I just felt
her first kick.

She knows your voice.

- Oh.
- Excuse me.

Excuse me!

Why is it alive?

Exactly.

This guy won't kill them.

Can I go to Brent's, please?

On Thanksgiving Day?
No.

- Sean.
- Hmm?

Why did I put you
in charge of the turkey?

- You said that it was gonna be--
- It was going to be organic

and free-range
and from my friend's farm.

Killing it ourselves--

it gives us
the opportunity to learn.

Why wouldn't you bring it
to me headless and naked

like God intended?

Well, living authentically

means being in touch
with the circle of life.

I am just going to teach
young Adam here

what I'll be teaching
my own kid soon enough.

Whenever possible,

you should plant or kill
your own food.

It's like he has
some weird power over me.

Hi.

Hey.
I hope you like wine.

Oh.
Come on in.

Here, just--you can put it
right over there.

To be honest,
I especially like a holiday

where someone gets too drunk
to stand,

even if it has to be me.

Oh, if we drink all of that,
nobody's gonna remember.

I've got to get back to whisking.

That Basque cake is no joke.

- Oh, you really don't have to--
- No, I want to.

Andrea, Lee.
Lee, Andrea.

And, Andrea,
I need you to put these...

paper turkeys--

tape them together and put them
all around the house.

They're so cute.

Thanks.

Hey.

I'm fat, and you're gay,
so we're supposed to get along.

Well, then I bet we will.

Hi.
Rebecca.

Hi. Lee.

Uh, wine?

Oh, I'm pregnant,

so I'll just be sniffing
the corks

and tongue-kissing people
who are drinking.

- Okay.
- Nice to meet you.

You too.

Hey!

Oh, hey.

Come give daddy bear a big hug!

- Good to see you--
- Oh-ho-ho!

- How are you doing, Paul?
- Oh, I'm doing good now.

Let me take these off your hands.

Okay.

So what do we do exactly?

Yeah.

Um, all right,
first, we thank it.

For what?

It made so much noise in the car,

- I think I'm deaf in one ear.
- All right.

Turkey, thank you
for giving your life to us

so that we may nourish
our bodies with yours

and gather strength to be kind,

good, and recycle.

And now you have a choice.

You can either wring its neck
or chop its head off.

No way.

Well, uh, i-if you're gonna eat it,

you have to kill it.

Why do I have to kill it?
Why don't you kill it?

All right, um...

We will do it together.

I'll hold it,
and you can, um, chop or wring.

No, I'm not doing that.
Okay, I'll hold it.

All right, fine.
Fine.

Where's the cleaver?

Good-bye, Marty.

What did you just say?

I just said good-bye like you did.

But...

You just named him.

Why did you name him?

I don't know.
He looks--he looks like a Marty.

Well, great.

Now we can't kill it.

Now he's like a-a member
of the family or something.

It's like you just breathed
into his mouth

and gave him a soul.

Wait.
You just don't want to kill him.

Well, no,
because now he has a name.

I mean, he's probably got
a-a favorite color or something.

- Oh, Marty. Marty.
- Marty.

Marty, don't go into the street.

Don't got into the street, Marty!

- Hi.
- Hello.

- I'm Rebecca.
- Myk.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Hello, sweetheart.

Hello, sweetheart.

Happy Thanksgiving.

What the--

Aah! I love it,
I love it, I love it!

That makes me very happy,
because I love you.

You don't love me.

You don't know me.
We've been on two dates.

But I love what I know so far.

Oh, do you?

Or are you just trying to get

into my pants
as soon as you can, hmm?

And then what happens?

Suddenly you cancel our date
'cause you have a sinus thing.

And then I run
into you at the mall

with some skinny blonde bitch
on your arm, right?

Mm-mm.
I will not be played, player.

I will not be played.

No turkey for Thanksgiving.

We're gonna be turkey light.

Oh, look, it's Cathy's caretaker.

Did you come to control Cathy's
experience of Thanksgiving?

Awesome.

I came to get drunk and eat cake.

Sean, what happened?

Marty escaped.

We chased him
for, like, six blocks.

- Who?
- Turkey lurky...

Went over a fence in kind of
a running, hopping, flying leap.

I got five gallons of
peanut oil heating up outside.

- W-what am I gonna fry in that?
- Uh, your attitude.

Maybe we could order a pizza.
I'm getting a little woozy.

You just need some protein, babe.

I-I'll get you some nuts.

So now he's just out there
cold and alone?

Oh, don't worry. That turkey
can take care of itself.

That fucker was strong, fast,
and definitely had a plan.

Would you make me a sandwich?

Sure.

Hey, uh, don't leave
'cause we don't have any turkey.

Seriously, we--we got a ton
of nuts to go around.

- Who are you?
- My name is Myk.

I've been dating Andrea.

But something weird
just happened to her,

and now I feel
like I should leave.

Uh, people get crazy on holidays

and especially this one,
'cause this is a crazy holiday.

It's only my first Thanksgiving.

Yeah? Oh.
Well, let me explain it, Myk.

Pilgrims came over
to this new land

for a "new start, leave
the past behind" type of sitch.

Hmm.
That sounds okay.

Except we were too stupid
to grow our own food.

So we begged the Indians

to teach us how to farm,
which they did.

Then we got strong enough
to burn their villages

and kick them off their own land,

and then we were like,
"Good luck with your smallpox."

The only reason
I'm even acknowledging

this train wreck of a holiday

is 'cause
I'm on mood stabilizers.

Every store in town
is out of turkeys.

Ah.
No big deal.

Oh, yeah, well, wait.

You're a Buddhist.
You don't eat meat.

I used to be a vegetarian

until one of my meds
made me really anemic,

and I started eating fish,

which turned out to be
a gateway meat

to chicken, steak, veal--
you get the picture.

I love turkey,
but what are you gonna do?

- A lot of people needing nuts.
- This is all your fault.

If you'd just let me buy
a normal turkey

from a store instead of insisting

this be part
of your social agenda,

everything would've been perfect.

Oh, look, my sister's having
an inappropriate reaction

to something inconsequential.

Must be a holiday.

You're not doing
a very good job controlling her.

You know, one day you're gonna
find all this really funny.

So why not laugh about it now?

A bird shit on me this morning,
and I laughed.

And I respect that,

but this is
my first Thanksgiving--

And you're acting
like it's gonna be your last.

Where's your confidence, Cathy?

You will have turkey next year.

Get in here.

- I'm glad you're here.
- Hmm.

We can still bask
in the Basque cake.

Oh, crap. I forgot.
I've got to roll the dough.

O-okay, I need something to fry.

Wheat thins.

They're already crunchy.
Damn it.

What about
macaroni-and-cheese balls?

We make them back home
in my bar, and they are divine.

- We'll put them on sticks.
- Yeah.

No, not--not my macaroni.

Just make mine extra crispy.

Attagirl.

So, uh, what do you
usually do Thanksgiving?

Uh, nothing special...

Although I did once get
two blow jobs.

- That was special.
- Wow.

One of the guys
was wearing a pilgrim hat,

and I will never forget him.

- Wow.
- Hmm.

You gay guys
really prioritize sex.

It's awesome.

I don't think I've ever even
had sex on Thanksgiving.

I'm always so--so bloated
and tired, you know?

Tryptophan is a bitch.

Well, no turkey today,
just a lot of fried pasta,

which we're almost out of, so,
uh, all right, what's next, huh?

Oh.

What?

Ha ha!

Sorry, sucker.
You're going in.

What do you got there?

It's our latest insurance bill.

It looks a hell of a lot like
our last three insurance bills.

Make it suffer, please, on
behalf of all insurance bills.

Die, bitch.

Whoa!

Can I play with you guys?

- Yes, come play with us.
- Come play with us.

Come on. I will be right back
with another bottle.

Here.

- Mm.
- Be my guest.

These are very good.

Hell, yes.

Hey, uh...

- Let me ask you something, buddy.
- What's that?

I noticed you leaving
with some cell phones today.

Oh, yes.
Some gifts for some friends.

Yeah, you're
a very generous friend.

And that necklace you got
for Andrea--

Wow, that's expensive.

I mean, if you're making
what I'm making at the Max Buy,

you're making your dollar
go a lot farther than I am.

What's your secret?

I live with four guys
in a two-bedroom apartment.

Buddy, look...

I'll clean out my basement.
You can live there.

You can't be stealing stuff.

You know, you'll screw up
your entire future,

not to mention corrode your soul.

Are you trying to scare me, Paul?

- Because I don't scare easily.
- No.

I'm trying to reason with
your sense of morality, man.

People think, oh,
they steal a little bit of stuff

from a big company,
it has no effect.

- It does have an effect.
- Really?

Did you know
that in Max Buy's budget,

there is a line item
that accounts

for 3% of their merchandise
being lost or stolen?

I am proving them right.

Everybody likes to be right.

So is it too much if I ask you
to look the other way?

Is it too much
for me to ask to be cut in?

Yeah, like we need 100 paper
turkeys all around the house.

Sorry my mom's insane.

Don't you criticize her.

She's sick and just wants
to make it a special day.

You're just pissy
because your parents

won't let you invite
a whore to dinner.

What's your problem?

Rebecca says you shoved Myk

and accused him
of dying to have sex with you.

My problem is guys like you
who want to take advantage

of girls who want
to be treated right.

You make me sick.

Believe me,
you're way too annoying

to just hang out with if he
wanted to get in your pants.

So it's either
he really likes you, Andrea,

or he's a bigger freak
than you are.

How's your hot dish, hot dish?

Paul, move back.
This is really hot.

Wow. That looks delicious.
Could I have a piece?

What is going on with you?

Can I have some sex, please?

Please can I have some sex?

What, now?

- Yeah.
- There are people in the house.

I've never had sex
on Thanksgiving.

It's a holiday of imbibing.
Who says--

who says that--
that you have to imbibe food?

Oh, there's the rub.
There it is.

- There's the rub.
- Oh, why don't we--

we can--we can revisit this
when we're alone.

But you said
your treatments are working,

and you're feeling better.

Shh.

We don't want Lee
to know, remember?

Let's just sneak upstairs.
Who cares if anybody hears us?

Why hide it?
Let's be open about sex.

Lee is.

God, that man makes me
so fucking horny.

I don't know what it is.

Stop.

Come on, it's holiday time.
Give me a little, tiny piece.

Cake is done.
Dinner's served!

The thing is,
you're too handsome to be sick.

I think that is a valid argument.

I just don't know
who to make it to.

Basque cake.

Okay, everybody.

Happy Thanksgiving!

You know, I was--

I was gonna apologize
because there's

no turkey on the table.

But you know what?
The more I thought about it,

you know, the more I realized
I don't even know

if I really love turkey
or just the idea of turkey,

you know, how it
sort of completes the picture

in my mind
of the perfect Thanksgiving.

So I'm sorry, Sean...

- Not forgiven.
- For whining about the turkey,

because, honestly,

I'm a stuffing girl,
and we got plenty of that.

We have two different kinds,
in fact,

and I'm gonna eat it
until I'm sick.

Oops too late.

So does anyone else have

anything they want
to be honest about?

I honestly want to get laid
this Thanksgiving.

I am touching my wife
under the table right now.

Stop it.

Stop it!

I am honestly disgusted by that,

and I wish
I was at Brent's house.

May I--may I say something?

Please.
Say anything.

Say it in Russian if you have to.

Today I am honestly
very grateful to be here

with new friends
and with so much food

that doesn't seem
to go together, but...

I am--wanted to hear
my girlfriend say

that she loved me today,
but that's not going to happen,

and that's okay.

Loving you is still a gift
to me, Andrea,

even if you don't love me back.

And I am very grateful
for that feeling.

This is your fault.

You're so broken that I thought

that every guy was just like you.

You're messed up.

- I told you he liked you.
- He loves me.

And I love him too.

For real?

Aww.

Now you're drooling
in the chicken.

- Okay.
- Awesome.

Hell, yeah.
Hell, yeah.

That is so beautiful
and inspiring.

Don't cry.
He said it to me.

But he's right.

Being in love
makes you feel really good,

and it makes you--

I want to be married to this man.

Not--not because I'm carrying
your baby and I should,

but because I...
I like you...

Because I love you.

You're--you're such
a crazy nut job,

but you never lie.

I trust every word
that comes out of your mouth,

and--and...

I cannot wait to hear you
tell our daughter

about the hazards of cell phones

and artificial sweeteners

and how the Asian carp
is endangering

the fragile ecosystems
of our rivers

and--and how seeds
take your breath away

because they turn
into the most amazing plants.

So...

Sean Tolke...

- I--
- Rebecca...

Rebecca...

- Will you marry me?
- Yes!

Oh!
Oh! Ha ha!

Ha ha!

Should we get up now?

Cathy...

Would you give him your ring
to give to me?

Are you kidding me?

You--you said you didn't like it,

and you were gonna leave it
to me anyway.

- I'm not dead yet, Rebecca.
- That's not what I meant.

What ring don't you like?

I--

I told her I didn't like
my engagement ring,

but that's not your fault,
because you didn't pick it out.

You never told me that.

I would've bought you
a different ring.

See? He doesn't care.
You could just get a new one.

We need a recycled one.
It's perfect.

Cathy told me
that she doesn't like

your mom's ring,
and we can have it.

No, that's not exactly
what I said.

Well, technically,
I am the oldest,

and mom probably
would've wanted me to have it,

if she hadn't been convinced
that nobody in their right mind

would ever marry me.

Oh, look at me now, ma.

Fine. Fine.
Here...

- Oh!
- Great.

Here, take it.

Are you okay, honey?

Oh.

I just--I just think
I had too many nuts.

Oh, sit down.

That's funny.

You don't seem like the
fake-nail-wearing type of gal.

Um, yeah, you know, sometimes.

Uh-huh.

Special--special occasions, holidays.

Or when you're, uh, covering
up the side effects

of the trial.
What?

Did you lie to me about that?

I just-- I didn't want you to feel bad.

Why would I feel bad?

You don't think
I'm rooting for you?

No--of course.
And I'm rooting for you,

- which is why I didn't say--
- Oh, oh, I get it.

You're not worried that this
is your last Thanksgiving.

- You think that it's mine.
- That's not true.

Oh, come on.
Come on.

Everybody else is being honest.
Why can't you?

Fine.

I think things are working for me

and not for you.

And I didn't want to rub
your face in it,

because I care about you.

And if that's so wrong,
then excuse me for living.

I have stayed alive for 12 years

through eight clinical trials.

Hell, I'm in a textbook
somewhere,

so I don't need
your fucking pity...

Or your pity cake.

Hey!

You know, wine doesn't come
out of stuff!

I didn't mean to upset you.

Let's just get things
back on track here, people.

The really not very funny joke
here is on you, Cathy,

because I don't know
if you read the small print

when you signed up
for that clinical trial,

but those drugs don't cure you.

Hey! You knock that off
in front of my kid!

- I'm not a kid.
- Borrowing a miracle

from a nonexistent God,

the best that you can hope for
is a little more time.

And I really, really hope
you get it, Cathy,

because you are
definitely not ready to go.

Okay, I'm ready for you to go.

- Yeah, me too.
- My pleasure.

Sean, I really don't feel
so great.

Well, of course not, honey.
This is toxic environment.

We're going home.

Happy Thanksgiving...

- Not.
- I'm sorry, Cathy.

Hey.

Look, Marty's back.

Where you going, hon?

Pluck it, gut it.

We eat at midnight.

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