All language subtitles for MiNX-Slasher.Flesh_.and_.Blood_.S01E02.720p.WEB_.x265-MiNX

Oh,
I can't breathe.

I can't breathe.

My boy.

Look at those eyes.

Oh, I would
recognize them no matter

what you looked like.

Oh, my... baby.

So sweet... little boy.

Oh, you're alive!

I knew you were.
I could feel it.

You know, they told me
to give up, but I knew

that you'd come back one day.
I knew it!

My intuition is never wrong.
- Ma.

Hi. Hi.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Theo...

It's your brother!

- Yeah, I know. Hi.

Come on. Ah.

Uh, this is a little...
- Like, weird, yeah.

- Yeah.
- Yeah. Ahem.

- Uh, this is O'Keefe,

our sibling.
- Hi.

- I'm not sure
you'd remember me.

I'm your Uncle Seamus.

- Uh... Sorry.

It's, uh...
It's a bit fuzzy,

but hi. Hi.
- Of course. Of course.

Where--where's Spencer? Ahem.

- Oh, he's back at the house.
Oh, my God. He's going

to totally freak out
when he sees that you're here.

- Uh, he knows that I'm here.

Paid for my flight
and everything.

- What?
- Yeah. He found me a month ago.

Ah, he didn't tell you guys?
- A month?

He's known a month?

And he didn't say
anything to me?

- Maybe it's supposed to be
some fucked up surprise.

- What the fuck?!
- Hey, Mom--

- NO! WHOA! NO!
- Look, let's talk with Spencer.

- I mean, really! What? How?
- Let's talk to him

and see what's going on. OK?
Maybe Seamus is right.

Maybe it's some
kind of surprise.
- I--I am so sorry

to have to tell you this...

but Spencer is gone.

- Gone? He left the island?

- No. I...

I gave him
his end-of-life medication.

- What?! Oh, my God.
- No... That's not...

I'm sorry, it was his request.

- He did it. Whoa.
- Come on. Let's go.

- Get out of my way!
- Get out of my way!

Oh...

Oh...

Daddy...

Daddy...

- I'm sorry. I'm...

He didn't want anyone worrying
while it happened.

- I... I'm his wife!

I should've been here!
Instead, he died alone.

Just... alone.
: He wasn't alone.

- I assure you...

his death was peaceful.

- Why...
- Hey, hey. It's OK.

- Starting off
the competition...

With his death,
it just doesn't make sense.

- Unless...

he wanted to show us all
how serious he was

about giving all his money away?

That's crazy, man.

- I mean, why--
why wouldn't he say goodbye?

Why wouldn't he say goodbye
to me? I just...

I just don't get it.
- I know, honey.

- Oh, God. Come on.

He didn't say goodbye
to any of us.

- Yeah, yeah, but Dad--
Dad and I would always--

- But what?

'Cause, like, maybe...

just maybe you being
his golden boy...

...has nothing to do
with how he wanted

TO END HIS FUCKING LIFE!

I mean, look at her.

- Aww!
- She's such kook!

- Ha! Such a show-off!

- I just... I don't know.
I just knew she was the one.

- Wow. Oh, man.

- She says she feels
like an outsider with everyone.

- Oh, you and Christie
are talking to her?

- Yeah. I mean, she's shy but...

we talk on Facetime. In fact,
she's the one that corrected us

on the time difference. We were
off by, like, an hour.

She's got the smarts

of a 20-year-old at 13.
- That's amazing.

Oh, you know, I can't wait
to get to be a real uncle

without the weird age thing
with Theo and O'Keefe.

- She's gonna love you.

Seriously. Talked about you.

- For real?
- Of course, for real.

- I can't wait to meet her.

Oh, when--when does
the adoption go through?

- I mean... foreign adoptions
are expensive.

We're talking, like, 50 grand.

- You know, you can
always ask Dad.

- Dad's not gonna give it to us.

I already hit him up once
for fertility treatments.

Plus, he cut my monthly to,
like, nothing years ago

'cause of my... partying.

- Yeah, but for something
as great as this, I mean,

Dad'll be all over it.

- No. I'm not in his good books.

- No, no, no.
You're gonna be a father now.

And once Dad sees
how much this means to you,

I'm sure he'll come
on your side.

And, you know, in fact...

in fact, I'll make sure of it.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- Best brother
a guy could ever ask for.

- You know you can
ask me for anything.

Anytime.

Straight up, man.

I'm sorry...
for making this about myself.

- You don't need to apologize.
- No, we're all upset

and shocked.
- Now, we have to go out there

and play this ridiculous game

and pretend that Pater Noster
isn't up there,

lying alone in bed.
- Fuck it, I'm out.

- Then you will be eliminated
from the inheritance.

Spencer was strict about this,
and I will be too.

- Where's that will?

- Well, why don't you all
just refuse to play?

Then you could just split it.
Right? I mean,

that would be the most fair.
- Yeah, Grandpa thought
of that too.

If no one plays,
all the money and property's

rolled back
into Galloway Shipping.

- I will get nothing?

- Zero.

At a quick glance...
none of us will.

There's no way out of it.
We have to play.

- I'm in.

- Good! Good...

'cause I'm ready
and raring to go.

That's what he wanted.
Who am I to stand in his way?

- We're playing for Dad.

- Really?
- I'll play.

- If we're all playing,
then... fine.

- Fine, fuck.

For Spencer.

Last competition,
and then none of us will have

to do this ever again.

- Oh, man.

This room is like...

exactly the same.

- Heh. Yeah. Mom wouldn't
let me change anything.

- Even the smell.

- So you, uh...
you recognize it?

- Are you asking
if I'm really Vincent?

I would be too.

I'm telling you the truth.
I'm your brother.

Take this, here.

I was obsessed
with the family ghost.

- Yeah. You were
a pretty dark kid.

- Hm.

So what happened?

You know, that night?

- Ah, you were there, man.

Uh...

I had a bag thrown over my head,
and I was taken away.

A boat, at first,
and then a... truck, I think.

And then, when they took
the sack off, I was in...

a little room in
maybe a boarding house.

- You must have been so scared.

- Yeah.

So who were they?

What did they want?

- I was just with them for a...
for a couple of weeks.

- And after that?

- My family.

The people I think of
as my mom and my dad.

Other side of the country.
It was like I was adopted,

and no one would tell me
anything about how.

Then, I, uh...

I just forgot.

- So who were they?
Did they... buy you

or some fucked up thing
like that?

- They were good people.

I don't wanna think
about them that way.

- Oh, sorry, man. I...

I--
- Uh-uh.

Look... I kind of forgot
about my old life.

Blocked it out, I guess.

Like... even that I was
a twin, right?

And then, boom! Spencer just
finds me out of the blue,

and all this comes...

rushing back.

- You know,
not a single day went by

that I haven't thought of you.

Not one.

Or how...

How I let you down.

- You were a kid, man.

We both were.
What were we gonna do?

And, you know,
this place is all...

nice and fancy
and everything, but...

...my folks were good.

And I hate to say it, our mom
seems more than a little nuts.

Sounds like
our granddad was too.

- Yeah. So we get to bunk here
like a couple of kids again.

- Dibs, bro.

- Heh. Sure.

You know, where I come from,

you don't want the bottom bunk.

10-minute warning.

10-minute warning.

- Last one there loses
a million bucks.

- Mmhm.
- Yeah.

- Oh! Heh.

Hm.

- Fun fact: Dr. Phil isn't
an actual a medical doctor.

And neither are you.

- What do you want, Florence?

- Uh...
You off the island, pronto.

- Well, I will be
leaving Monday,

with the winner.

I don't expect it to be you.

- Heh. How much are you making

for killing my dad?

- I'm the executor of his will.

And, for that,
I get a standard 10%.

- Mm. For tricking him
into killing himself.

- He was of sound mind
when he presented me

with his idea.

- Prove it.

- Assisted suicides
require sign-offs

from multiple doctors.
I'm one of three.

If you won't take
my word for it,

perhaps you'll take theirs.

- Hm. And what's their cut
on this little scam of yours?

- Typical consultation fee.

But I suppose that is a lot more
than you're likely to have

after this weekend.

- There's my boy.

You know, you're just
the same size

as your brother, but...

you feel so different.

Feel his shoulders, O'Keefe!

They're rock hard.
- I'm good.

- You know what? I'm, uh...

I'm gonna ask Theo,
see if Spencer said anything,

any last words,
that kind of--kind of thing.

- Sure. Sure.

- Mom, you're acting weird.
You're freaking him out.

- Oh, you're always so dramatic.
- No!

Granddad died, like, what...

an hour ago, maybe?

One second, you're all like,
"Oh, how could he

do this to me?"
And then you're... doing that,

you're grinning and it's freaky!
- Yes! Because my son is back.

I am Leda and Melpomene.

I am comedy and tragedy.
I am an artist.
- Oh, Jesus.

- I have multitudes
living inside of me.

- OK. Do I have to listen
to another godawful

spoken word piece?
- You'll understand someday,

if you ever get out
of this jejune,

too-cool-for-feeling stage
and actually decide

to have kids.
- I'm a non-binary queer, Mom.

We don't...
cut out our uteruses.

- I know...

- I can't believe
we're doing this.

- Oh, sweetie, you've got
to get your head in the game.

- Dad just died.

- How far do you think
a gold bar

and some baubles of jewellery
are going to take us?

I have gone through

far too much to let our money go
to this garbage family!

- They're not garbage.
- Oh, enough.

You think they defend you
the way you defend them?

Man up and win this.

- Tough day.

This... family, our mothers...

There's a lot of pent-up,
repressed feelings.

Not a lot of room
for us quieter voices.

Yeah.

You know,
you keep me sane, Theo.

And thank God you're here, man.

- He was a great...

...complicated man.

We're gonna miss him a ton.

Everyone, it's time.

Follow me.

- So... what the hell is
this thing?

- Oh... I see

a brutalist Gorgon,

each rope a snake

representing a stage
in Spencer's mortal journey.

- Pick a rope, everyone.

And when I give the signal,

climb up and stand on that knot.

- Until there's only one
of us left?

- There is no winner.

There's only a loser.

The first person
who falls off their rope

is kicked out
of the competition,

and will not inherit anything
from Spencer's estate.

- Just a loser, huh?

That is so our dad.

- Yeah. He always loved
pointing out failure.

- I, for one,
plan on proving him wrong

and winning this goddamn thing.

- Uh, Doc?

There's an extra rope.

Or is Dad's
first big competition

musical chairs?

- It's for Liv.
- What are you talking about?

Liv? But these competitions are

for family only.

Liv is family.

- Well, she's like family.

Of course, we've always
been magnanimous,

embraced our servants,
but I mean real family.

- She's actually
biological family.

So yes...

Liv is a Galloway.

- No. I mean,
my mother would've told me

if I--
- Liv, honey. Sh, sh, sh, sh.

It's not true.

What's next, Dr. Trinh?

Homeopathy is a hoax?

- What if it's true?

- I want proof from a lab.

- Do you have proof
you're Spencer's daughter?

- Of course I'm his daughter.
How dare you!

- Is there any way I'm not
your child? Please, world.

- If Liv is a Galloway,

then she has
every right to compete.

Get over here.

- And I thought I was
gonna be the big reveal.

Who's your dad?

- I don't know.

- The competition starts now.

Climb your ropes.

This may look easy,

but we're barely above freezing.

Your hands will probably be
the first to fail you

as they go numb.

And there's one final present
from Spencer

to make this more challenging.

- Spikes?

- Jesus!

Whoa.

- You sure you wanna
join the tribe?

- Not so easy, is it?

Back aching, hands cramping.

Lose your concentration
and you slip.

That's just one hour.

- Think that rope's
gonna hold, Grace?

- Why don't you hang yourself
on your rope, Flo?

- Look at you.

Dangling like a puppet
on a string. Hey.

That's a good metaphor
for your life, right?

- Hey, don't listen to him.

- You do everything
your mommy wants?

Everything your daddy wants?

- OK, that's enough.

- You're just
a handsome little puppet

that they fuckin' love to use.

How are you going to run
the business without Spencer

telling you
everything to do, huh?

Huh?

- Just as you grew
Galloway Shipping,

we should grow our family.
I mean, we should...

support anything
that grows the family line.

Who'd you knock up?

- No, no one, Dad.
But say if, uh,

if Seamus and Christie

ever wanted to adopt...
- OK, OK, OK, OK.

Seamus is playing you.
You know that, right?

- He's not.
- No?

So tell me...

what are you getting
out of being his proxy?

- I get the happiness
of helping Seamus

and Christie give
a sweet little girl

a family, a home.

Look, I swear, Dad, I've never
seen Seamus this excited.

I'll cover it.

- Wait. You will?

Really? Dad, thank you.

Thank you.
- On one condition.

I need you to get something

of substance out of it too.

Something from Seamus.

- Like what?
- That's for you to figure out.

Come back
with something to balance

your transaction with Seamus.

Something that shows that you...

you're thinking
about yourself getting ahead,

and I'll pay for the adoption.

Otherwise...

...it's a no.

I can't feel my hands.

- Mom.

OK?

Here.

Here, take this. Take it.
- No! I'm fine! Just focus

on yourself.
- Hey. It's all good.

Ready? Here.

We've got this in the bag. Heh.

Two of us in this competition is
better than one, right?

- Pitying the destitute...

...was never in the spirit
of Daddy's competitions.

- Hey!

Wake up, Doctor. Look at this.

- There are no rules against it.

In fact... there are no rules.

- Oh. So I can just kick
someone off their rope, then?

'Cause that's
what my dad would do.

- Seamus!
Don't do anything stupid.

- It's not stupid, honey.

It's fun!
- Honey!

Fuck off!

- Babe, stop!

All bark, no bite.

Your father's only trying
to help you develop

the kind of instincts necessary
to run his business.

- I know, but I don't need
anything from Seamus.

- He still wants you
to run the business, right?

- Of course he does.

- See? It's training.

He's not making this kind
of effort for anyone else.

There's gotta be
something Seamus has,

something that would
impress your dad.

- Like what,
his turtleneck collection?

- Something business-y.

It's the only thing
he cares about.

- And Seamus doesn't.
I mean, that's the problem.

He's made me his proxy
on the Board of Directors.

- Then stop being a proxy.

- Ask Seamus for his seat?

- He doesn't want it. You do.

- I--I couldn't. No.
- Look, once upon a time,

Spencer thought Seamus was
gonna take over the company.

That's why he has the seat.

- And it's not like Seamus...
wants it, right? I mean,

he probably wouldn't even care.
He'll be too busy being a dad.

- You're so smart.

You're gonna make
an incredible CEO.

That's two hours.

- I've been hard on you.

I didn't consider
you had it bad too.

I just...

I just saw what I wanted to see.

And all that "get in your
competitor's head" bullshit

that he kept pumping
into us, it just...

- It's all right.

I've been there.

- No, no, no.
You never fell for this stuff.

You were always good.

Just maybe you're
an f'ing piece of shit.

Hey!

Hey! This is cruel.

Give him a jacket. That way,
it's fair for all of us.

- I can't help anyone.

- DON'T DO IT!
- Shut up!

You're worse than all of us.

Here. Come here.

Take it. Listen.

Take it, Brother.

You deserve it more than I do.

You got it, man!

Come on. Just a little more!

- NO!

I may be a piece of shit...

but I'm a damn good actor, huh?

These wounds need to breathe.

- We need some iodine.
I was a nurse.

- Yeah.
- I'm sorry, Jaden,

but you're out
of the competition

and removed
from your father's estate.

- YOU CHEATING ASSHOLES!
- Ah!

Oh, no!
It's "winning" assholes, Grace.

"Winning"! I'm gonna crush this!

Christie... let's go.

- Yeah. Don't worry about me,
big brother.

- I'm gonna take care
of him, thanks.

- Come on, sweetie.

- You up to date
on your tetanus shots?

- Yeah, his boosters are
up to date.

We made sure
at his last physical.

OK. Well...

we'll clean these up. And then,
maybe, we'll get your mom

to give you
a couple of quick stitches
for some of those bigger cuts.

- I'll go get the first aid kid.
- OK.

- How could I be so stupid?

You should
have known better.

- Oh...

All these years...

...avoiding the question,

refusing... to tell me...

- I'm sorry.
- And I am one of them?

I'm sorry.

- Oh, no! Are your hands
sore from trying

to kill your brother?
- Hey! I thought we were a team.

- What the fuck is
wrong with you? You know

your brother's back was ripped
open by rusty metal spikes.

I know every family has
its issues, but maybe

you guys should skip
the dysfunction Olympics

and lock yourselves up
a therapist

for a month or two. For me.
- Christie! This--this--

this is what we do!
- No. It's what you did.

It doesn't have to keep
happening, especially now

that your dad's gone.
- When I was six--

when I was six,
my dad would blast

"We Are the Champions"
at full volume

every time he beat me
at checkers.

At six! And guess what?
- You're a sore winner

as a result?
- No. No!

I'm unbeatable, baby.
- Yeah. Trust me, I know.

Every game we play,
when you win,

there's a hip-grinding dick
in my face

and it's not 'cause we sleep
together, that's for sure.

- I promise you, Jaden is
only hurt because he lost.

He's a tough kid.
- No iodine and nothing

to stitch a cut with, but there
are Band-Aids from 1985.

- The fallout shelter
probably has what you need.

- Great. Let's go there
and get it.

Fuck this weekend,
and fuck this competition.

You are getting ugly
out there and in here.

- There's millions of dollars
on the line. For Christ's sake,

Christie, what do you want?
- I want you to be yourself,

not the maniacs that your father
is goading you on to be.

- Everything we could
possibly want.

My family rubbing it in my face
that we're broke

for the rest of my life.
- I know you, Seamus.

You're gonna hate yourself
after this is all over.

- No.
- Yes.

- I did what Jaden
would've done...

...if he was smart enough
to think of it.

- Good news. I talked to Dad.

He's gonna give us the money?

- Come here! Ah!
- Holy shit! Holy shit!

- Ah. You're gonna be a dad.

Here. Sit.

- Oh!
- See, I told you!

- Ah.

- But here's the thing.
It'll cost you your seat.

- Dad wants my board seat?

- Not Dad.

Me. I want it.

You said you needed my help.

Un-fucking-believable.

- Look, it was a condition.
Dad--Dad made it a condition.

He said that I needed to get
something out of this too.

- And that's what you chose?

- You don't even wanna be
on the Board.

And it's not like you've
ever done anything with it.

- Yeah...

I mean, he couldn't mould me,
so he's just...

doing it to you.
- He's not moulding me.

- Oh, this is you?

That's...

That's bullshit.

Oh, no. You're just
becoming what he wants.

Fine.

Take the fuckin'
board seat, superstar.

But if you're gonna be
just like our fuckin' Dad...

...you are no brother of mine.

- It's my fault.
I shouldn't have taken your--

- He would've gotten me
some other way. He gets

into my head, Mom.
- Your back looks

like stewing beef, and this is
what you're worried about?

- Don't start
siding with him now.

- I'm not siding
with a single one of you.

You're all the same.
- Yeah.

Afraid of being penniless,
having to start all over again.

- Wait. There's a keypad?

Since when?

- Ever since your father
started spending

way too much time
on the dark web

and decided to turn this into
some impenetrable safe room.

The security code...
another thing he didn't tell me.

- Who the fuck's that?

Maybe it's
the next challenge?

- Seriously? Hey, buddy!

Get the fuck out of here.
LARPing was lame

15 years ago,
and I've had enough.

This fucking guy.
How did you even get here?

Tell us who you are, or we'll
rip that stupid mask off

- and shove it so far up your ass.
- Christie, stop!

You might mess up
the next competition.

Are you kidding?

Do you know what? I'd love to.

- Mom! Mom! Mom, wait!
- Jaden! Jaden! Jaden!

BACK OFF!

Damn! Ah!

What the fuck
is that?

Ah...

- HELP!

HELP ME! HELLO?!

WHERE THE FUCK IS EVERYBODY?!

Help! HELP ME!

ANYBODY!

SEAMUS! HELLO?!

- What the fuck happened?
- Seamus!

We were attacked! He was
wearing a mask!
- Come here!

Let me see! What the fuck?!
- He's chasing Jaden
and Grace right now!

- GET SOME TOWELS!
- HE'S CHASING JADEN AND GRACE!

We have to go right now!
He's chasing Jaden and Grace

right now in the woods!
We have to go!

- Jaden!
- Jaden!

- Jaden!
- Grace!

Jaden!

Hey!

HELP ME! HELP ME!

HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME, PLEASE!

HELP ME!

- JADEN!

JADEN!

JADEN!

- JADEN! No!
- HELP ME!

- JADEN!
- SOMEBODY HELP, PLEASE!

HELP ME!

HELP ME!

Mom! Mom! Help me!

Oh!

- Help me!
- Oh, my God!

Oh, my God! HELP!

- Jaden? Jaden!
- HELP ME!

- Everyone, be quiet
for a second.

The old shed.

Ah!

- HELP!

- There's that Galloway
killer instinct.

I knew you had it in you.

Nothing worthwhile
is easy, Jaden.

You have to be ruthless
and slice away

at those... weaknesses of yours.

- I understand.

- I see how hard this was.

You care about your brother.
Of course you do.

And because of that...
I'm so very proud of you.

Yes. You need to celebrate

every time you overcome
the world begging you

to be kind, to conform,

to care.

And you did that.

The world will pull at you
in every direction.

You have to resist
and always be stronger.

NO! JADEN!

JADEN!

JADEN!

IT'S NOT COMING OFF!

- HEY! TURN IT OFF!
TURN OFF THE RIGS!

TURN IT OFF!

JADEN! JADEN!

- TURN IT OFF!
- I CAN'T TURN IT OFF!

WHAT DO WE DO?!

HELP ME!

- NO! NO! NO!

MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!

- NO! NO! NO! NO!
- NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!

OH, MY GOD!

OH, MY GOD!

OH, GOD! I'M TRYING! I'M TRYING!

- AH!

- OH, MY GOD! NO!

NO!
- AH!

NO! NO!

NO! NO!

NO! NO!

NO!

No... NO!

NO! NO!

No...

No! No...

No... no...

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