Nothing to See Here (2023) s01e02 Episode Script

1
They just hired him.
They just hired Bill Smith
as a stockbroker.
He's trying not to cry.
You're trying not to cry.
Wouldn't you like to be
a stockbroker, Alexis?
You could be a stockbroker.
Oh, sorry.
He walks around the office proudly.
"This part of my life…"
He leaves the building.
"This small part of my life…"
He goes down the stairs.
"…is called…
happiness."
Will you shut up?
You've talked
through the whole damn movie.
My son can't see.
Why the hell did you bring
a blind kid to the movies?
I mean it, for Pete's sake!
Say my son can't go
to the movies again, son of a--
NOTHING TO SEE HERE
LA RIVIERA MOTEL
"Disabled, crippled,
people with different capabilities."
We've been called a lot of things.
If you asked me right then
what the right term was,
I'd say,
"Person who'd pay to murder
the asshole who invented stairs."
Shit.
I forgot my fucking wallet.
Hey, officer.
Could you stop the traffic,
so we can cross?
Shit, man! You're not the Pope.
Wait for the green light.
Are we going for it?
In Mexico City, a simple activity
like crossing the street
is a matter of life and death.
-What?
-A microbus. Fucking shit!
-So close.
-We'll make it!
I can't believe we made it.
I thought we'd never get here, dude.
We only walked half a block, bro.
I can see our building's door from here.
It took us a fucking hour
to walk half a block?
-Here, buddy.
-Okay.
Ten thousand fucking pesos?
That's all your savings?
Is that all we have
after buying that clunker?
We need to get a real job
while we figure out
how to make a living telling jokes.
Okay.
How are you doing?
I barely made it.
Johanna?
Hi there!
How the hell did you find us?
Thing is,
Ale, you never deactivated
your location tracking app.
So, then I was--
-Stalking us.
-…looking for you.
And so, I found you here.
What are you doing here?
That's when I caught him in the bathroom
groping Cindy with his only hand!
That rings a bell, huh?
No.
No! What I did is completely different.
We're not disputing that. The point is…
I get it, Ale. I'm an idiot.
No one's disputing that.
When I found out
what you were doing, Alexis,
I felt so inspired!
He hasn't done shit yet.
But he will, Charly,
and that's very inspiring.
And then, I said to myself,
"Jo, if they can do it, so can you!"
That's why I decided to stay a month
at my cousin's place.
Baby, you changed my life.
You made me question my privileges.
And now I'm here to rescue you.
Rescue me from what?
Well, if you permit me
some constructive criticism,
Alexis, you live in a fucking dump.
We live in a dump?
You can't beat the view. I got it for you.
All right… did I cheat on you?
Yes.
I did. These things happen.
Would I be here
if Polito hadn't cheated on me?
Probably not.
Probably not.
But you know what?
What matters is I'm here.
That's what counts.
What a solid argument!
All the other stuff is trivialities.
Stop making up words, Charly.
Ale, destiny is bringing us together.
We deserve another chance.
Listen, Jo. I'm glad
you wanna try new things and stuff.
But frankly, I don't think I'm it.
You're not what I'm looking for right now.
What are you looking for right now?
A job.
-Really? You're looking for a job?
-Yes, that's my first step.
I'm not looking
for a relationship right now. I'm sorry.
No.
I totally understand.
You do?
It was worth a try, right?
Hey.
You know where to find me
if you change your mind.
-Bye.
-Goodbye.
Okay.
No.
No jobs for blind people.
It'd be easier if you couldn't walk.
There are lots of jobs you can do sitting.
But blind?
You are qualified as…
a masseuse or a bar singer.
Exactly the two things I don't wanna do.
That's why we're here, remember?
You're making this hard.
I need a chance to prove
I can do any kind of job.
You wanna be a subway driver?
Yes.
So, you're not blind?
Almost.
Are you blind or not?
I still see a little.
-Which makes me the perfect candidate.
-Really?
I'd be a reminder
to wear glasses before it's too late.
ALEXIS TORRES
COMMUNICOLOGIS
Who's the idiot?
My brother. Sometimes I have to babysit.
Are you looking for a job too?
I need a bouncer.
You want me to be a bouncer at your bar?
It'd be funny, no?
Having this idiot as the bouncer.
Our customers would have a laugh.
Don't worry. I'm all right.
We're looking for a job for my brother.
He's fully able-bodied.
What's wrong with your eyes?
I got pepper-sprayed on the way here.
A chick, right?
-What?
-You can't compliment them on the street.
Last week, one sprayed
that shit in my face.
I can't tell you the poem I recited to her
because my wife is here.
I totally respect her.
But I totally get it.
Okay, Alexis. I won't lie to you.
The pay is shit,
but you make up for it in tips.
I get it.
I'll try you out for one day.
Your eyes will be okay by tonight?
They'll be perfect.
Hey!
You can't see shit, can you, asshole?!
I thought we had an understanding.
What kind of imbecile
doesn't realize he's hiring a blind guy?
We're doing things wrong,
or not wrong, just backwards.
We shouldn't hide your blindness.
We should exploit it.
No, dude.
I'm telling you, it will work.
G-give me.
Give me your pho-pho…
Y-your pho-pho…
Phone?
-Yes.
-I'm not giving you my phone, bro.
So-sorry.
Your wa-wa…
Y-your wa-wa…
Wallet!
Yes!
-Yes!
-Don't help him.
Does he have a gun?
-He's pointing it at my face.
-Why don't you give it to him?
-It has the rent money.
-You want him to kill us?
N-now!
Wait, bro.
Relax.
-Easy.
-Give it to him.
Take it.
No, I d-don't mug b-blind people.
-Are you a mugger or not?
-No, I d-don't m-mug b-blind people.
-What! You think you're better than me?
-Chill.
-Don't talk shit, asshole!
-Chill.
Take my wallet!
D-don't look at m-me.
-What?! What did he say?
-Wait.
We just got mugged
by an asshole with a broken gun.
He mugged you.
I wasn't good enough for him.
Hi there!
I told you she was up to something.
I got you a job.
You got me a job?
With my cousin.
Iker is working at a private university.
They're doing a series of talks.
All you have to do is talk about yourself.
About how, in spite of…
adversity, you've gotten ahead in life.
You said I live in a dump.
And there's no reason
for you to stay here, Ale.
This opportunity
could open a lot of doors for you.
It's all about being
an inspirational person.
I don't inspire shit.
A stutterer refused to mug me.
What?
Did they hurt you? Are you okay, Ale?
I'm outraged.
It's a sign.
Ale, you inspired him.
It's obvious.
You touched that thief's heart.
Well, he did mug me.
The pay is nominal.
I don't want a bunch of rich kids
feeling sorry for me.
No, wait.
By "nominal,"
how nominal are we talking about?
Five thousand?
Are you asking me?
Would five thousand be enough?
Seven thousand would be better.
Now who's the thief?
Why aren't you coming?
My job is getting you gigs,
not watching you work.
Besides, I already have a date.
-You're back on Grindr!
-Yeah, but I got a plan.
They always reject you.
You gave me the idea.
See you at the party.
How will I get in if you're not back?
-That won't happen. I'll come get you.
-What if there's an emergency?
Fine, we'll give the key to someone.
But who can we trust?
The motel manager is a good person.
How do you know?
She sounds nice. You can't fake that.
You can pretend to be a good person,
like Johanna, but voices don't lie.
I know this stuff.
What about me? Am I a good person?
You're human scum.
-Get out of here! Beat it!
-Hey.
Wait!
There goes our champ
to his first day of work.
Bro, I mean it,
thank you so much for doing this.
You're an inspiration to us all.
You're welcome,
but I don't need a wheelchair.
Watch out! Careful!
I'm with a disabled person. Make way.
Excuse us!
-Do you mind going with Taquito?
-Who's Taquito?
It'll be more impressive with a guide dog.
-Obviously.
-A what?
-I've never had--
-Whatup!
AEUM
How's it going?
Ready for our next inspirational story?
Yes!
Then you know what we need to do.
Turn off our phones and…
Turn on our hearts!
I know you're here to listen
to the story of the poet Fury
and how he overcame poverty,
addiction, and all that stuff.
But he relapsed and, unfortunately,
he died last night of an overdose.
I'm replacing a dead guy?
Bummer, right? We paid him already.
But don't you worry
because I got you a top-notch guest.
I'll give you a clue. Help me out.
Tell me, what do Stevie Wonder,
Ray Charles,
and Andrea Bocelli have in common?
They're Black?
-No, Andrea Bocelli isn't Black.
-They're singers?
Yeah, but something more interesting!
Dudes, they're blind.
Our next speaker is visually impaired!
I hate that term.
It sounds much nicer than "blind."
Make some noise
for our inspirational speaker.
Our next guest is
an exemplary visually impaired person
as well as a personal friend of mine.
Alexis!
Taquito!
Taquito!
Hello.
My name is Alexis, and I'm blind.
For real?
I haven't even started.
Sorry, it's just so…
It's so sad.
Sad? Do you know what's sad?
Learning I'm not Black.
I've been living a lie.
For a long time,
I also didn't know I was blind.
I thought I just couldn't see the future,
like my aunt Coco who claimed to be a seer
to scam people at her market stall.
So when people said
I couldn't see, all I thought was,
"Okay, you're the only idiot in the family
who can't tell the future."
After a while,
I learned I couldn't see shit.
But although I don't know the future,
what I do know is that this talk
will be anything but inspiring.
No, that's the goal of the dynamics.
It must be inspiring.
-Well, that's wrong.
-Is it wrong to inspire us?
It's wrong for me to give
your lives perspective,
for you to say,
"Oh, yes, my life is crap."
"Sometimes they wake me up on Sundays
to play golf when I'm hungover."
"But it could be worse."
"I could be that blind guy on stage."
You're right.
Next to you, my life is amazing.
For fuck's sake!
You're starting to get it. Keep it up.
Why did you go blind?
Did your parents sell your corneas?
Okay, if that's what you want.
Yes, you guessed it.
That's exactly what happened.
They had no choice.
They sold them to a rich couple
with a blind son.
His name was Iker.
I wonder what became of him.
Maybe he works at a nice university
like this one.
Contemplate the wonders of the world,
Iker, wherever you may be…
while I live in the dark.
I had to take refuge in drugs.
An addicted YouTuber got me hooked.
My girlfriend dumped me
for my best friend, an amputee.
Bravo!
Dad calling.
Dad calling.
-Dad…
-Just a minute.
Dad?
Oops, sorry.
I meant to call your mom,
but I called you instead.
Okay.
Everything is good, son?
Do you need anything?
I'm fine, Dad.
I just gave some sort of talk.
A talk?
Where?
At a university.
It was more like a conversation.
You found work? Is it stable?
It's a one-time gig.
All right.
No pressure.
Mexico City is difficult, son.
I don't have to tell you that.
But you can come back home anytime.
Are you okay, Dad?
Me? Well…
I'm doing great.
I'm spinning like a top.
For instance, last night
I played dominoes with my old friends,
just imagine.
Yeah, I'm doing all the things I didn't do
because I was taking care of you.
I'm glad, Dad.
Hey, I have to go.
Call you later.
Actually, I have to go too.
-I have an incoming call.
-Okay.
-Bye.
-Bye.
Charly?
Hi.
Sorry, I'm really late.
That's okay. I just got here too.
This place is amazing.
They have lots of cocktails
and craft beer.
We can order food, whatever you want.
I think there's a special. I can ask--
Sorry.
Don't take this the wrong way, but
your profile didn't say anything
about you having…
a disability.
A…? A disab…?
Oh, you mean the crutches?
Don't worry.
I was hit by a car,
and now I'm rehabilitating.
The crutches are temporary.
I'm gonna recover.
As I was saying, the food is great.
I can ask the bartender
to show us the specials. We could--
I think… I have to go.
He's not gonna make it!
What?
Agustín.
A colleague.
They asked him to give a talk
at a convention in Mexico City.
But he won't make it,
so they asked me
if I could go
to Mexico City for a day.
That's it.
All right.
-Yes?
-Yes.
Call me when you're back.
Okay, I'll call you.
What? They gave you a guide dog?
-Where the fuck were you?
-I came as fast as I could.
Taquito, this is Charly.
Charly, this is Taquito.
Nice to meet you.
Hey, I thought you'd be
the life of the party.
How did the talk go?
Let's say I didn't change the world.
How was your date?
Let's say I didn't either.
Hey.
This party doesn't look half-bad.
One more party
where everyone's gonna ignore me.
Charly?
Charly!
Who wants chocolate covered mushrooms?
Me!
Sorry, this is embarrassing.
Can I take a picture with you?
Of course.
Sorry.
Done.
Are you posting it on Instagram?
And pretend I'm inclusive
like all these morons?
No.
The photo is for me.
Okay.
What?
Nothing.
I tend to judge people by their voice.
It's stupid. Forget it.
Hey, you smell nice.
Thanks, that's sweet.
It's an oil, right?
Yeah.
Wow, how did you know?
You have a good sense of smell,
don't you, cutie?
You're so cute!
Such a beautiful dog!
I'd love to take you both home.
Take us.
You're so silly.
Wanna get a gin?
Let's go.
Don't tell me.
So what do you think I look like?
Blonde or brunette?
I don't know. I'm blind.
Oh, come on!
Blonde or brunette?
-Blonde?
-Yes, exactly.
Well, almost.
I mean, I have brown hair,
but I'm light skinned.
Cool.
You've been through some hard times.
I'd like to get inside your head
and see the world through your eyes.
May I see your eyes up close?
Yes.
-What are you doing?
-What?
-Why did you do that?
-Are you okay?
I thought--
-This blind guy tried to kiss me. Gross!
-For real?
-Sorry.
-You can't be nice anymore.
-I didn't--
-Fucking men!
-They always get the wrong idea.
-I knew it. You sound mean.
Charly!
Charly!
Here!
We gotta go.
Where?
Back to my house!
This city is shit. We'll never adapt.
-I can't do this.
-Okay.
No, I can't do this, bro. I'm too high.
Tell Taquito to take you.
He must have GPS.
Charly!
-It's cool!
-Let's go!
Walk.
GROUND FLOOR
Charly, where's Ale?
Charly!
What's up?
Where's Alexis? Have you seen him?
They said he got in trouble.
Yeah, the guide dog took him.
What guide…?
Taquito?
Yeah, him.
No, he's…
He's not a real guide dog.
He's just a stray we used for the photo.
No fucking way!
Finding a voice amidst the city noise
seemed impossible.
The voice of a good person.
I wasn't expecting the voice to find me.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Call an ambulance!
This guy just got hit. It looks bad.
It looks really bad.
Sorry. Are you okay?
Your voice.
What?
Your voice.
What about my voice?
It belongs to a good person.
It was the most beautiful sound
I ever heard.
Subtitle translation by: Avalos Fernanda.