All language subtitles for 3Bedknobs Slasher S04 E07 1971

I love you, Daddy.

What you do?

What you do, Daddy?

What you do? Stop! Stop!

Daddy!

Stop! Daddy!

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Sorry. Did I scare you?

Glad it's you, not one of the others.

At this point, I'm not
sure which one of them

I should be more afraid of.

Gee, I don't know, the middle
schooler who ate Kristy's face off?

Except Alfre and Kristy ran
away from the killer together,

so... Alfre's out.

Grace?

I mean, you saw her
after she shot Kristy,

acting like nothing happened.

I don't think that's fair.

She's just too calm about everything.

She did what she had to.
Kristy was begging her.

Trust me, I've seen plenty
of soldiers shut down

because of the shit they've seen.

Hell, look at us, stacking bodies
like it's not completely insane.

She wouldn't kill Jayden.

She lived for him. Or she pretended to.

You're avoiding the obvious.

I don't even know Vincent,

not really, not anymore.

So I'm not protecting him.

Well, he got creepy as soon
as he got alone with me.

He's weirdly calm.

He brought a gun to meet his family,

a family that's led by a man
who refused to pay his ransom

and sent him off to live
with a bunch of strangers.

He even talks like a sociopath.

Plus we have no idea where he
was when Jayden was killed.

Well, he said he was in the house.

If anyone had a reason
to kill my mom, it's him.

He's got lots of reasons
to hate all of us.

If you want to get
off this island alive,

you need to learn to put
your emotions aside.

You're one to talk.

I mean, you don't have any
proof that I'm not the killer.

Hell, maybe Vincent and
I are a killing duo.

Blood brothers.

Come on.

And I don't have any proof
you're innocent, either.

Not really.

Well, we've been alone
a lot this weekend,

and we've always made it out alive.

Maybe one of us is
biding his or her time,

waiting for the right moment to pounce.

Or you don't, and you're
accusing your brother

so you're deflecting.

Or... there's a reason we trust
each other no matter what.

I mean, it can't just be me.

Not after all this time.

What are you doing?

I don't care who your father is.

I don't care about
anything other than...

We can't.

Everyone we love is just... lying here.

Of course. Sorry.

Uh, we should... go find the others.

Keep close.

- Where d'you run off to?
- I just went for a smoke.

Oh.

I'm sorry, was that answer
not to your liking?

Just... never seen you smoke before.

Well...

Seeing as how my son died and...

my husband killed himself
by organizing a game

of hide and go murder

and I had to shoot a family member

after she got mauled
by her child, you know,

I figured it'd be okay to
light up a fucking cigarette

after 30 years off the damn things.

What about you two?

You've been spending a
whole lot of time together.

We were in the cold
room, putting Kristy in.

Bet you were keeping it warm.

Where's Vincent?

He took his gun,

said he was gonna go hunt down Alfre.

Yeah, sounded shady to me, too.

Motherfucker.

Did you find Alfre?

Parts of her.

Sawed in half and
scattered in the woods.

Anyways, she got what she
deserved and then some.

Gives all new meanings
to the word "fucked".

That ring on your finger...
where'd you get that?

Found it in the forest by Alfre.

- What, was it Spencer's?
- No, it's Merle's.

Wait, how do you know
it belonged to Merle?

'Cause he's worked for me for years.

What, that's a bad thing, that
I pay attention to the people

who work for this family?

I worked for this family.

Oh, okay.

So why don't you tell me one
thing you know about me?

My birthday. That's easy.

I don't know Theo's birthday.

You were fucking him.

Your husband was dying

and you were having an affair
with some townie meathead?

Let me guess, Theo.

You have an opinion on my private life.

Go ahead, judge away. You always do.

This. This is why our
family's so fucked up!

All anyone cares about is
what's in their best interest.

Best interest? I was the wife
of an 80-year-old psychopath!

And if Granddad knew,

there's no way he would've
kept you in his will.

Ha!

If he knew?

Oh, Theo, he encouraged me to
fuck that sexy man's brains out.

You're lying. You're a fucking liar!

Oh, honey. I'm so sorry
to burst your bubble.

Sometimes... he even watched.

Our marriage worked a lot better

once we, you know, allowed such things.

So your marriage was a sham.

It was an arrangement.

If you ever find yourself married,

I think you'll see most
of the good ones are.

_

Is that helping?

To cool down the hot flashes
the chemo's giving you.

I'm not gonna be able
to fight much longer.

Oh, don't say that.

Doctors are taking good care of you.

I can't go on.

- I can't.
- Shh.

It's okay.

Spencer can't be left alone.

He'll destroy himself and he'll
take the family with him.

I'm sure he'll be fine.

Oh...

I guided his ambition.

I tempered his demands.

I shielded the kids from his anger.

Well, they're lucky to have you.

Without me,

the family will crumble.

The business will crash.

Mrs. Galloway, don't.

What Spencer needs to
survive is a strong woman.

And not just any strong woman.

Being... the force that
holds that power together,

it takes great strength.

And I've seen that
strength in you, Grace.

Thank you.

But you'll get better, I swear.

This new chemo regimen is revolutionary.

It's a difficult task, fighting power.

Holding it accountable.

But it's by far the most important one.

Do you understand, Grace?

Yeah? Good.

We all knew this family
meant nothing to you.

Jesus, Theo.

Stop judging her. She's human.

- There's no excuse.
- Spencer was selfish.

And cruel. If Grace found a
way to take care of herself,

then she had every right to.

Thank you, Liv.

This doesn't make us allies.

I understand that.

Do you?

You treated my mother like
she was less than dirt.

Your mother and I...
we made peace with each other.

You were at the bottom
of the murder ladder

and you made an alliance to stay safe.

You did what you had to to survive,
and that is why you're here

and she's rotting in the cold room.

That fucking sound.

Where's it coming from?
It sounds different.

It's coming from over here.

Got it.

This ought to be interesting.

Congratulations.

You've made it to the
penultimate challenge

as the remaining champions.

You've proven yourselves
to be the best of our clan,

and for that, you should be proud.

But you can't let that go to your heads.

Whoever inherits my fortune

must have brawn and
brains in equal measure.

It's an intelligence test.

Players will be trapped

in separate chambers in the basement,

each containing the same set of puzzles.

The first to answer them
all wins. The last...

Well, at this point you should
know what the loser gets.

I can't. I can't play any
more of these games.

- Fuck this.
- There's gotta be something...

Past few days, how
many people have died?

You know as well as I do

there isn't anything any
of us can do except play.

There's nine hours till
the supply boat arrives.

If we stick together,
we'll get back to mainland.

If it's about playing
the game or surviving,

I say we survive.

Of course you do.
You can't win this game.

You actually wanna play,
after everything.

Look, I earned my spot at this table.

And it's an intelligence test.
Of course I wanna fucking play.

Sticking together is the
only way that we survive.

It's not the only way.

Let me explain this to you

in a way you might actually
understand, okay?

We are going to be locked
in separate chambers

with a serial killer on the loose.

We'll be vulnerable.

You'll have no idea what I'm doing

and I'll have no idea what you're doing.

It's not safe. I'm sorry, Grace.

It's three against one.
Competition's over.

No, you don't tell me what to do.

Back up. What are you doing?

Back the fuck up.

- No one else is down.
- Back up.

- Get off me!
- Put her in Granddad's room.

There's a lock on the door.
She'll be safe there.

- Calm down, it's only a couple hours.
- Get off me!

- Get off me! Get off me!
- Come on!

- You fucking cheaters!
- Come on!

- You fucking cheaters!
- Left, right, left, right.

No!

You're doing this for the
money! I knew you were!

Ah!

No!

Let me out!

Fuck!

Fucking parasite!

Waste of fucking space!

Oh...

Fuck!

This isn't what she wants.

Who the hell do you think
you are, coming in here?

Get the fuck out of this house.

Annette doesn't want you locked
up in your room, crying.

Annette? You're on a
first-name basis now?

She needs you to be a man.

To carry on the legacy she helped build.

Now, the only way that she's gonna
be able to move on in peace

is if she knows you won't
let your anger derail you

from being the leader
you've always been.

If you crumble, who takes over?

Are either of your kids good enough?

Rough tides turn sailors into captains.

So don't let the family drown.

Your wife is just down the hall.

I can't hear Grace upstairs anymore.

Maybe she gave up fighting.

- She's safe up there.
- Is she?

As long as neither of
you go wandering off.

- Us?
- Crazy idea.

'Cause it's just me
doing this stuff, right?

Long as I know where you are,

you know where I am, she's
locked tight... we're good.

No one can do shit. So let it go.

No!

Shit!

26.

26.

Fuck, fuck! Fuck!

Okay.

Okay. Okay.

"Nine ungrateful family
members came out to play.

"Unaware a killer's gonna make
them pay. One will win.

Eight will lose. Who's the
killer? You must choose."

Hi.

Your vitals are stabilizing.

This new chemo regimen.

You were saying it's like a miracle.

I feel like a new person.
I mean, it's still early days,

but my oncologist is hopeful.

- That's good news, right?
- It's great, Mrs. Galloway.

I...

I was dramatic before.

That talk about taking over...

No, it's perfectly understandable.

I can't imagine what you think of me.

Hey, is it too late to
blame the painkillers?

Actually, I think it
made a lot of sense.

- Good.
- You were right.

Spencer needs a strong woman.

Yeah.

Yes, he does.

And the cancer is making you weak.

But that was just the fever
talking the other night.

I'm feeling better.

Did you know that they don't do
autopsies on cancer patients?

They don't.

They just assume the cancer killed you.

What... what are you talking about?

Well, since no one's home
and you're in so much pain...

- It won't hurt.
- No!

No! No! Stop that right now!

No!

Jayden was first. Seamus was next.

Aren't we cuddly?

Huh?

Chill. I'm just gonna go for a piss.

Seriously?

If I was gonna slit your throat,
I would've done it already.

You suck at sounding innocent.

Why so suspicious, Liv?

- Why do you think, Vincent?
- She's not the only one.

Maybe I don't like putting
on a big show for everyone.

Oh, so this isn't a big show?

Well, this place, this weekend,

this family... doesn't really
seem like the place

to put your cards on the table, does it?

Right.

Makes more sense than
acting all nervous like you.

The guy that pretends
to be nice all the time

and then just sends his own mother
out there to be slaughtered?

Yeah.

You and your mom sure
know how to pick 'em.

... kill her own mother.

Theo and Jayden loved
each other from day one.

Oh... Oh...

But you were with me
when Seamus was killed.

Oh...

The killer isn't one of us.

Fuck!!

_

Yes!

Separated for 25 years and
still on the same piss schedule?

That's almost cute.

How did you get out of Spencer's room?

Oh, honey, I did a whole
lot more than that.

I went to the basement.

I played the game.

And I won.

What?

And I won.

I'm the most Galloway of any of us.

And you never saw it.

'Cause of the colour of my skin,
and I was just a poor nurse.

Good job, Grandma.

There's just one more step in this run.

- Find a door for this key and...
- We get it.

- You win.
- I win.

And I signed the losers' death warrant.

And you thought I was the crazy one.

See, right now, all three
of you are the losers.

You might want to reconsider
sitting this game out.

'Cause for sure it is not gonna
end well for one of you.

Fuck.

Maybe she's right.

Maybe we should play.

It's too late, Grace already won.

You guys gonna start playing
hopscotch of death without me?

That's not very nice. I come in last.

We all know what happens
to losers around here.

How are you so chill about all this?

Come on, put your cards on
the table for once, Vincent.

This whole dark enigma act
is getting pretty boring.

I've got a gun, so...
that's why I'm pretty chill.

But I've also got a theory, so...

Listen up, kids.

The rules of this game
are pretty simple, right?

Whoever comes in first wins;

whoever comes in last, well, you know.

But if there's only one
person competing,

aren't they then technically,
well, first and last?

That's crazy. That's not how this works.

Says who? Based on what?

I ain't competing, so I ain't losing.

And assuming you two take
your heads out of your asses

and sit this one out,

then last place goes
to Grandma Chuckles.

If he's right about this, then...

She's gonna die.

It will all be okay.

She left knowing she could trust you.

That her legacy was in good hands.

She knew I would be here.

Here for you.

For anything you need.

Help!

Please...

No! No! Ah!

Grace! Grace! Grace!

Open!

Grace! Grace!

On my count. Ready? One, two, three!

What the fuck?

There's been a shadow of grief
over this house for far too long.

We've always been a family
that keeps forging ahead,

looking to the future,

which is why I'm happy
to announce that, today,

we are entering a new
era of Galloway history.

I've decided to take Grace as my wife.

And I trust you'll accept
her with open arms.

To Grace.

To Grace.

How did they do it? There's
only one way into this room

- and it was locked!
- Maybe they were waiting here.

That's not my point.
My point is: where did they go?

They didn't get past any of us.

There's gotta be a passageway, right?

- Where is it?
- Granddad sealed them off

when we were kids to
keep us from snooping,

but there's gotta be one around here.

We're innocent.

None of us are the killer.

Yeah, Liv, me too.

Unless I can be in two places at once.

You were wrong about me,
man. Feel free to apologize.

No?

Well, I'm gonna start thinking
of myself as the good brother.

You know, easygoing, non-judgmental...

Just check behind the artwork.

Over here!

The house was built last century,

but look at the lighting.

- Electric cables.
- This is new.

Killer didn't spare a dime
on his murder spree, did he?

The killer didn't do this.
Spencer had this built.

Just look at the cables here.

They gotta link to the only other places

- with electricity: the boathouse...
- The bunker.

Sure, the bunker.

I bet that's where this crazy fuck's
been hiding out this whole time.

Should we... I mean, is it crazy
for us to go down there?

Kinda.

Taking a shit's dangerous
on this island.

I'm tired of waiting around
for this fucker to jump on us.

So let's take a tour.

I'd rather face him head on.

I got a gun. I'll cut through the
woods right outside the bunker.

We take this end.

Yeah, if we hurry and we're lucky,
we can push the killer out.

Then I'll pop him. See you
on the other side, brother.

- I really hate this.
- Small spaces?

Death. Walking right to the killer.

Well, like Vincent said,

nowhere's safe.

You know, this was always the
worst part back when I was serving.

That moment before the danger.

Right before you head into the action.

Yeah?

Once the bullets are flying, you're
so high on adrenaline that...

you can do things sometimes
without even thinking about it.

But that moment right before,

when you know shit's gonna hit the fan,

and you can feel yourself breathing,

that's the worst.

- Like right now.
- Like right now.

You know, I came back here because...

this was the closest
thing I had to a home,

and now my home's trying to kill me.

Since Vincent was kidnapped,

I've felt like life could
slip away just like that.

- Yeah.
- So I shielded myself,

kept safe, avoided things.

Fake safety's better than no safety.

That's bullshit. Anything
can happen, anytime.

None of us are ever truly safe.

Should've embraced the
Galloway fearlessness earlier.

Now come on out, you fucker.

Come on, you fuck.
Come on, come on, come on.

Careful. Stay behind me.

All clear. There's nobody here.

- Well, not nobody, exactly.
- Oh, guess that's bits of...

- Kristy.
- Yeah.

Alfre's leftovers.

I mean, it looks like a
run-of-the-mill panic room...

built by a crazy millionaire.

The killer has been watching
us this whole fucking time.

Theo, look.

This one's just outside the bunker.

It's... it's live, right?

- Vincent's right there.
- Should we wave him in?

What's that? Back there.

- Fuck! It's him!
- It's him!

Fuck!

Fucking... Get him off!

- He's got a wire saw! Fuck!
- Theo!

Let's split up. I'll take the tunnel.

You guys hit the house.

Let's get the fucker.

There's blood on the pillar.

Who is it? Get his mask off.

Dr. Trinh?

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