One Hour Outcall

Subtitles by explosiveskull

- Hi. - Hi.

Hang on a sec, hang on.

- Happy Thanksgiving, Greg! - Wow.

You scared me.

What are you doing here?

- Hello, again. - Hello, again.

- I'm back. - You are back, virtually on time.

Right on time, and I'm back for more, Greg.

Are you ready for more?

- Greg? - Yes, Es...

- Es... - Esmeralda.

Esmeralda.

It's very nice to meet you, Greg.

It's nice to meet you, Esmeralda.

Please, come in.

Thank you very much Greg.

My apologies.

Apologies, for what?

For being late.

Uh, are you late?

I am, two minutes late.

Aren't you going to let me in?

You're in.

Couple of minutes isn't even late.

Couple of minutes is well within the margin of error.

It's Thursday at eight.

- I'm aware. - Eight on the dot, oh,

8:02, so margin of error.

Esme... Ana, Ana.

- Hey, sorry, not sorry. - Shannon!

Mom, I am just saying that if everything

this weekend is going to be as tedious

as that ridiculous dinner was,

I'm going to call you to bail me out every time.

I'm not going to leave your commencement early.

Every time I turned around, somebody else

was congratulating me.

Congratulations.

Sounds traumatic.

It was like they were giving us

one last final exam, you know, it was a test

of endurance, make small talk,

reveal your plans for the future,

pin yourself down, as your college experience

flashes before your eyes.

Oh, it sounds rough.

On and on and on.

- Ana? - Really?

So, how was your week?

Was it on and on and on for you too?

I was having a nice time.

My graduation, now that was boring,

and it was hot, God it was hot.

School wrapping up?

Did I say I was in school?

You got a coatrack.

You shouldn't be here.

- I shouldn't? - No.

Hm, should have cancelled then.

Mom, where are we going?

I made reservations at that restaurant

that we went to when I visited you,

your sophomore year, La Bella Pascolo.

- It's on us, Ana. - Oh,

thank you so much, Ms. Cavana.

Stacy.

- Had to check in. - Check in. Oh, of course,

- no apology necessary. Check in with...? - My driver.

- No, never mind, it's... - It's okay.

- ...not any of mine... - It's okay, Greg.

I'm sorry.

I have to let him know when I'm here,

and when I'm leaving.

No pause for sorry.

Standard operating procedure.

It's still the appointment, Greg.

That's why I'm here, Greg. You've got a very

nice coatrack, Greg.

You could have cancelled.

You didn't call or email my booker

to cancel with at least 24 hours' notice.

I figured you... you'd be celebrating.

I can start tomorrow.

It can wait.

It'll still all be over tomorrow.

It's going to be fun, guys.

It's better than rubber chicken and steamed vegetables

- on campus, right? - I was having a nice time.

Were you good in school?

- You can't tell? - I can tell,

I just want to hear you say it.

Hear me say it, why?

Because I'm not sure you say you're good

at anything often enough.

I say it plenty.

Say it.

Say what?

Say, "I was good in school."

I was good at school.

That's hot.

- Wine? - Please.

Wait!

- Ta-da! - Wow.

I brought wine.

Ana, allow this to be the first of several times,

over the course of this weekend, that I thank you

for being such a positive influence on my daughter.

Okay.

I try my best, but your reach across

the Atlantic is a lot longer than you think, Ms. Cavana.

Ana, please, Stacy.

Stacy, sorry.

I address my elders with their appropriate titles.

Well, thank you for joining us.

How do you feel?

- I told you. - Yes,

- but it bears repeating. - Okay.

I feel good.

I feel very good.

So, I assume you've already had Thanksgiving dinner?

Hm.

No, not really.

I'm home by myself during break.

You're all alone, huh?

Have you girls talked about extending your lease?

No. Not yet.

Oh, Ana, are you going to the beach

next week with everyone?

No, I'm afraid not.

Ana has to work.

I have to work, I have to work, I have to work.

I'm not blowing an internship

just to spend a week at the beach.

She's just not a big fan of fun.

Well, the absolute value of present no fun is future fun.

Nice, Ana. You know you should take a page

out of her book, Shannon.

Duly noted, duly noted.

La Bella Pascolo is the next left, Stacy.

Okay, text your guy. Let him know

everything's okay, right?

That's SOP?

That's right, it is.

Damn.

Yo!

I need a ride.

Hm, you need a car.

There is no guy, Esme.

Come on, bro.

Where are we going?

She needs help.

Right, there's nobody downstairs,

you don't have a booker.

You haven't checked in since August, so spare me.

How do you know that I didn't call

someone for this very occasion?

Because you're a tough guy, Ana,

Esmeralda, and you're here all alone.

You've been here all alone since August,

so theoretically I could decide to never

let you leave, if I was that sort of person, which I'm not!

- It's pretty fucking... - Which I'm not...

...dark, Greg.

Would you like a glass of wine?

Wine?

- You opened the bottle, Greg. - Yes, I did.

- No, thank you, no. - Oh.

- It's okay. - Really?

Really, don't worry about it.

Esme.

Yes?

Uh, how much wine have you already had tonight?

None!

None?

How much of anything have you already had tonight?

None, yet.

Really, I'm sorry.

Forget it.

I don't need anything.

Okay. What does that mean?

It means I'm happy, Greg.

Stop it, Ana!

No, no.

You don't use my name, you don't get to use my name.

You use my name...

It is ridiculous for me to use that name,

- when I know your name. - Wow.

"Wow" doesn't win an argument.

Maybe I should call a cop.

Relax, you've smacked me twice in the last two minutes,

so I think we both know how safe you feel.

Unclutch your pearls, tough guy.

I'd call it... sparse yet urbane.

- Urbane. - You know what urbane means, Greg?

Yes, I do, Esmeralda.

Urbane means... sophisticated.

Sophisticated?

I'll allow it.

Very good, Greg.