All language subtitles for Happys.Place.S01E11.1080p.HEVC.x265-MeGusta

- Emmett's still not here yet?

- No.

- Hi.

- Oh. It's just you.

- OK.

I can go back out
and come inside,

and you can throw stuff at me.

- She's waiting on Emmett
to do kitchen prep.

- But he's late.

Just yesterday, he was saying
how rude that is.

- No, I don't remember him
saying that.

- 'Cause you weren't here yet.

- Good morning.

- Aw, wah-wah.
It's only Steve.

- And let me remind you,
today is payroll day.

- Steve, marry me!

- Good morning, my brother.

- Ah-ah.

- Emmett's late.

Hey, do you want me to growl
at people until he gets here?

- He's not that late.

And I'm sure he's got
a perfectly good reason.

- And maybe that reason
calls him Big Daddy.

- What are you talking about?

- Last night, this woman
kept complimenting him

on his tater tots,
which, let's be honest,

are tater tots.

- Oh, yeah, yeah.

That hottie with the long
black hair and the glasses?

Yeah, they were still
chatting when I left,

close enough that he was
fogging up her specs.

- That close, huh?
- Mm-hmm.

- I bet she had
some interesting hobbies.

- Right.

'Cause guys always go
for the girls with the hobbies.

- I'm a girl dad.

I don't judge women
based on their looks.

Oh, really?

Because the waters at her table
were always full.

But over on this side,
it was the Sahara.

- I can look.

- Give Takoda a break.

And I'm sure Emmett
was just being polite.

- Polite in the streets,
naughty in the sheets.

Can you smell
what Emmett is cooking?

- OK. All right.
Cut it out.

You guys get back to work,

and keep out
of Emmett's private life.

- Yeah, everyone,
we really should.

Sounds like Emmett's privates
are busy.

- Oh, yeah, they're
getting busy in private.

Oh, hey.
Hey, Big Daddy.

- Oh, you like that?
Do you like my bandanna?

- Oh, I do.
Do you wear it all the time?

- It's full of grease and--
- Oh, show me--

- Oh, no, stop.
- Oh, that's too much!

- * Sometimes it feels
like a big ol' fight *

* To get through the day *

* And sleep on
through the night *

* But here
you'll find a place *

* That'll surely
lift your spirits *

* You belong
at Happy's Place *

- So two people
came in late today, huh?

- Yeah, and I'm the one
who gets the reputation.

Yeah, that's fair.

- You worked
four times last week,

and you were late four times.

- So why don't people
congratulate me

on being consistent?

- Well, I was late today
because my therapist

thinks I'm finally ready
to try exposure therapy.

- I dated a guy
who was really into that.

- Mm.

- I'm guessing
this is different.

- It's when he breaks
his OCD patterns

to prove to himself that
nothing terrible will happen.

- Yep, totally different.

- Why do you know that, Takoda?

- When my friends
have an issue,

I google it
so I can be helpful.

- Oh.

- Well, I help by asking
intrusive questions like,

why does your brain
work like that?

Is it because
of your weirdly shaped head?

- My head is fine.

- Eh.

- Let me try to explain.

Do you remember
that kids' rhyme,

"Step on a crack,
break your mother's back"?

- Oh, boy, do I.

I stepped on every crack
I could find.

Nothing!

- Well, my brain knows
those two things

have nothing to do
with each other,

but there's a tiny part
in my head

that is certain they do.

And that tiny part
screams all day!

- Like an actual voice?

What?
Google didn't cover this.

- Morning.

- Oh, well, well, well,
look who moseyed in.

The tardy kettle
that called the pot rude.

- What?
- Nothing.

No, that was right.
Yeah.

- What's so funny?

- Nothing.

I was just thinking
about Emmett dating.

- Why is that funny?

I mean,
he's a good-looking guy,

got a great job,
great sense of hu--

He knows how to cook.

- So he does date?

Yeah, right.

Course, I don't
know that for sure.

Maybe he does, and he just
doesn't want to tell me.

Ha.
Sounds just like him.

Sorry I'm late.

- Oh, I'm sure you have
a good excuse.

- Not really.

- None?
None at all?

- None that I want
to tell you about.

- None you want
to tell me about?

Sounds just like you.

- We weren't trying
to pry, Emmett.

We were just curious.

- Yeah, curious.

What's the big secret?

I mean, did you
have a flat tire?

Did you pull somebody
from a burning building?

Did you sleep over
with a buddy?

- Bobbie, Bobbie!

I think the steak
is flat enough.

- OK.
Well, get me a thick one.

- You want me to take over?

- No, I want you to tell me
why you were late.

- I'm not sure
that's necessary.

I've already said I'm sorry.

- Oh, and you think
an apology

just makes everything better?

- That's my understanding
of what an apology does, yes.

- OK, you just keep playing
your little games.

That's fine with me.

- OK, maybe we should stop
smashing the steak.

- OK, I can chop
the vegetables.

Where's the cleaver?

- Oh, my God.
- Look, look. Soup.

All right, you should
stir the soup

with a spoon with blunt edges.

- Are you seriously not gonna
tell me why you're late?

Because the more
you don't tell me,

the more I want to know.

- Bobbie, I don't think
you're legally allowed

to ask an employee
about their personal life.

- There you go.
How about that?

Thank you, Isabella.
- Mm-hmm.

- Yes, thanks.

That was so helpful.

- Those last three
were for you.

* *

- Are you mad at me?

- Hmm.

Why would I be mad at you?

After all, you're the one
that brought up some stupid law

that nobody's ever heard of.

- OK, I think--
I think those are paid.

And can we talk without you
pounding on something?

- Yeah, sure, we can talk,

as long as it's not
against the law.

- It's just,
you seem pretty upset

about Emmett being late,
and I'm wondering why.

- Well, you're so smart.

Why don't you tell me why?

- Is it possible that maybe
you have feelings for him?

Me, have feelings for Emmett?

Oh!

That's funny.

I'm gonna go tell everybody
what you said.

I'm not gonna tell anybody,
and you're not either.

* *

* *

- What are you doing?

- Upping my exposure game.

For the last seven years,
I have sat down

in that stool over there.

But today I'm ready to change.

So if you need me,
I'll be over here.

- Oh.

- You are a brave man,
my friend.

- OK, here goes.

- This party is private,
Carl, OK?

We getting close
to liftoff, champ?

- Yeah.

I'm doing it.
I'm doing it right now.

- Oh, God, for crying out loud.

OK, excuse me.
Listen.

Listen to me, Steve, OK?

If you back out now,
everybody is gonna know, OK?

And they're gonna give you
that look, you know?

Like, poor Steve.

- Why would you say that?

- I'm trying to help him.

When I was afraid
to learn to swim,

it was a push from my mom
that got me to do it.

- Well, I think that's cruel.

- Well, so did
the skipper on the boat,

but he drove away anyway.

- OK, will you stop pushing me?

- It's OK, brother.

You go ahead
and take your own time.

- No, I wanna do this.

I really do.

But that tiny voice
in my head keeps yelling

that there will be
consequences.

- Look, I realize
that the universe is controlled

by a barstool choice in a small
tavern in Knoxville, Tennessee.

But personally, I am willing to
risk the future of our planet

to get you to sit down!

- I will!

I did it.
- Yeah, you sure did.

Look at that.

And listen.

The sky isn't falling.

- Emmett, you OK?

- What's going on?
- Bobbie!

- Get up!
Get up!

- What's going on?

- I don't think
Emmett's feeling well.

- I'm fine.

- Yeah, I'm fine too.

The only difference is,
Takoda's not calling

people in here to check on me.

- Well, I just need
to sit down.

The pain will go away
like it did this morning.

- This morning?

Dang it, Emmett,
why didn't you tell me

you were having heart pain?

- It's not my heart.
The pain's in my torso.

And the more we talk about it,

the more it becomes
a pain in my ass.

- This isn't funny.

What happened?

Did you do anything unusual?

- I don't know.
I was in bed.

And if something
happened unusual there,

would you really wanna know?

OK. Keep an eye on him.

- Emmett, you OK?

- I would be if everybody

would just leave me
the hell alone.

- He seems normal.

It's a good sign.

- OK, I got you a place to sit

where nobody here
will bother you.

- Thank you.

- It's in an ambulance, and
it'll be here in two minutes.

- Seriously? Oof.

- Here we go.

- Oh, Takoda,
watch the kitchen.

Yeah, OK, I'll do that.

* *

- Are you praying?

- I am.

- Bobbie, the doctor's sure
the tests will show

there's nothing the matter
with Emmett.

- I know,
but I was just praying

that maybe a little,
bitty, tiny thing

might be wrong with him.

- What? Why?

- Because I called
an ambulance.

Even the paramedics were
looking at me like I was nuts.

- Mm. Well, you were just
being cautious.

- But why?
I'm not a cautious person.

I fell off my horse in high
school and broke three ribs,

and I still went
to the homecoming dance.

- Mm, but this wasn't you
it was happening to.

- Well, that's true.

- Yeah, it was--it was
one of your employees.

And you are very protective
of your employees.

- That's also very true, yeah.

- Yeah, definitely.
- Yeah.

- Especially the ones that you
might have a little crush on.

- OK, let's not
go there again, OK?

- Well, all the test results
came back normal.

So we're getting
his discharge papers ready.

- Great, I bet you're thrilled
that I rushed him down here

in an ambulance, aren't you?

- Well, I'm not sure
an ambulance

was exactly necessary.

Let's just keep that
between us, OK?

- So what was wrong with him?

- I can't give you
his private medical info,

but I am allowed to point out
that...he's old.

- Well, that's a relief--

and rude.

- Rude.

Glad that's over with.

- Yeah.

- Can I help you?

- I'm looking for an Emmett.

- Why are you
looking for Emmett?

Did you run out of tater tots?

- Excuse me?

- Yeah, he's not
seeing anybody

but friends and family.

- I just wanted
to know because I--

- I know,
and I'm not gonna tell you,

because you're the reason he's
in here in the first place.

So give me these,
and get out of here

before I forget I'm a lady
and smack you!

- Oh, my God.
I just--

- Out of here.

- Was that the woman who was
talking to Emmett last night?

- Yeah, dark hair, glasses.

Who else would be
sending him flowers?

No one.

- Although Gabby,
Steve, and Takoda

may have had these delivered.

- Oh.

- Oh, yeah.
Uh-huh.

I need to tell you something.

And I don't want you
to overreact.

I may have feelings for Emmett.

- I knew it!
Yes!

That's what I was praying for.

- I just talked
with Bobbie

and then Isabella.

Bobbie thinks Emmett
is gonna be OK.

And Isabella thinks
the hospital system

could be improved.

Wait, Steve,
what are you doing?

- I'm moving back to my chair.

- No!

You can't quit
because of Emmett.

I mean, that--that had
nothing to do with you.

That was karma...

or cholesterol.

- It's all right.
- No.

No, Steve,
it is not all right, OK?

I mean, listen,
you're not the only one

who has ever had it tough.

What would the world be like
if everybody just gave up

after the first setback?

- Gabby, this isn't about you.

It's about Steve.

- Fine.

OK, I can--I can see
that I am not needed here.

- I'm gonna call my therapist.

- To tell him how good
you've been doing?

- No, to ask if he's
taking new clients.

Gabby could really
be the client

that gets him on the map.

- OK, so when you say
you have feelings for Emmett,

you mean you like him
as in, like--

- As in "pinch me
on the playground,

pull my pigtails, carve my name
in a tree" kind of like.

Well, aren't you happy?

This is a good thing.

- No.

Now I know,
but I can't tell him.

- Why not?

- Because Emmett's
my best friend,

and I can't risk losing that.

- Well, maybe you won't.

You never know.

He could have
romantic feelings too.

- You're right.

Maybe I can tell him
while he's writing poetry

or during his
ballroom dance class.

- I didn't know Emmett
does ballroom dan--

- He doesn't!

He's a guy.
He works on his truck.

He likes barbecue.

He even says "attaboy"
when he farts.

- OK, I get the risk,
but the reward

could be
a second shot at true love.

And weren't you the one
to tell me that true love

is worth taking a risk?

- You just made my prayer list.

* *

- You know, I'm glad
you're back in your spot.

Just seemed weird
when you weren't there.

- I know.

And while I'll miss my friends
on the other side of the bar,

this is where I belong.

- You were only over there
for, like, 10 seconds.

- OK, championship bull riders
only last for 8 seconds,

so I'm tougher than them.

- Steve, I thought
about what happened today,

and I have something to say.

- What is it?

- I humbly beg
for your forgiveness!

- What are you doing?

- An act of penitence like,
you know, in "Game of Thrones."

Shame! Shame!

Shame!
Oh, sorry.

- Gabby, I'm OK.
Really, it's fine.

- No.

You're sweet to say that,
but you're not.

You're just another person
who asked for my help

only to be cruelly sacrificed
in my quest

to purge my own demons.

- I didn't ask for your help.

- You kind of forced it on him.

- And you watched
and did nothing.

Could you help me up?

- Marge, can you help her up?

- OK.

Thanks.
I got it.

Anyway,
I'm really, really sorry.

I pushed you too hard,
just like my mom did to me.

And now I can't swim, and you
have to sit in that ugly chair

for the rest of your life.

- Wait, you still can't swim?

How come you didn't drown?

- I developed
at an early age,

and it turns out,
they're buoyant.

Eventually I just
bobbed my way to shore.

- Gabby, you have nothing
to feel sorry for.

This was a huge victory for me.

- Was it?

- It's a process.

But I'm gonna remember today
as a great start,

thanks to you guys.

- Well, you know, if I can use
all the negative moments

with my mom
and use them to help,

you know, then all the trauma

you went through today
was worth it.

- Didn't you
just apologize for--

- OK, don't ruin the moment.
I mean--

- Hey.

Just wanted to come by and see

if you needed help
checking out.

- Uh-huh.

You sure you're not trying to
sneak a peek at my bare butt?

Why would I do that?

I've seen your butt before.

I mean
I don't have to look at it.

I mean...people have
described it to me.

- Are you all right?

- Would you just
get your clothes on

so we can go home?

I mean to our respective homes.

You bet.

Listen, I know
you weren't happy with me

dragging you down here.

- No, I wasn't.

- But I wouldn't do that
to just anybody.

But I was worried about you.

- I know.

- And I had to do something
really quick because I was--

because--
- Because you know me.

- What?

- You know I'm a cranky old guy
that would rather keel over

than admit something
was wrong with him.

- Cranky, yeah--and stubborn.

You forgot stubborn.

- Listen, I'm--

I'm really sorry that I
put you through all this.

- That's OK.

- No.
No, it's not OK.

This may be
the painkiller talking, but--

- They didn't give you
a painkiller.

- Guy in the next bed
wasn't paying attention.

Anyway, you know,
I don't let a lot of people in

but...pretty much just you.

- Yeah?

- Our friendship
means the world to me.

And I would never want
to do or say

anything that would risk that.

Ever.

- Yeah.

Neither do I.

- So are we still good?

- Same as always.

Turn around.

- What?
- Turn around.

- Yeah, just like
they described it.

Oh, come on, man.

* *

We're back.
- Oh, yay!

Oh, Emmett.

Emmett, I'm so glad
that you are OK.

Look, Steve, I told you.
Emmett's OK.

- Are you sure you don't wanna
take the rest of the day off?

- As I told them no fewer
than 15 times in the car,

yeah, I'm sure.

- But are you, though?

- Anyway.

- Hey, I'm proud of you.

And I promise I am excellent
at keeping my mouth shut.

But are you, though?

- Thank you for covering
for me, Takoda.

- Anytime.

- Hey, so what was wrong
with you anyway?

- The doctor didn't know.

- I did some research online,

and I think
it was indigestion.

- Well, it also said
you might be pregnant.

You know,
except you got man marbles.

- So I guess
it's a medical mystery

that may never get answered.

- Well, I got
a mystery for you.

Why the hell are you guys
crowding my space?

Out. Out.
Adios.

* *

Attaboy.

Takoda, you could be a doctor.

* *