All language subtitles for The Changeling S01E06 US

Aftermath. After. Math. Noun.

Definition, the consequences
or aftereffects of

a significant, unpleasant event.

"They told you to
ditch the phone.

Can you really quit me? The only
one who knows what really happened.

They bathe it at dusk.
They hide it with guile.

At home in the forest,
forever lost in the wild.

They bathe it at dusk.
They hide it with guile.

At home in the forest,
forever lost in the wild."

passengers, this is the
final call for boarding,

New York City Ferry at Pier 16.

All passengers, make
your way to the gate.

Once again, this is the final call for
boarding for New York City Ferry...

Emma? Emma.

Come on.

We're gonna make it.

It's time. They're
ready for you.

This is the only shot you've got to
figure out if any of it is real or...

Or if I'm just like Mom?

Don't doubt me. Come
with me. Come see.

You know what she said.
You have to go alone.

- Please, Kim. Come with me.
- Listen.

- I've gotta let you go...
- No.

To get you back, Emma.

Please, Kim. Please.

I can't let you burn for this.

I love you!

Welcome.

What happened to my son?

- Come with me.
- Don't touch me.

Where is he?

What did you see after you
did what was asked of you?

You know what I saw.

And then you knew finally.

You weren't crazy. You'd
been right all along.

What good does being right do if I
still don't know where my child is?

It removes the torment. The
illusion of his being here.

He is here. I feel him.

I just need you
to tell me where.

We all think of our
children as special.

Fuck you.

You told me that if I
got rid of that thing,

all would become clear. I
would get a second chance.

A second chance at your life.

Every woman here has
felt the same way.

- We all empathize.
- I'm going back.

I have to ask you not to put the women
and children of this island in danger

by exposing us to
the outside world.

Are you asking me or telling me?

A little of both.

You have your people take me
back to the city right now.

I'm afraid that won't
do. To have you go back

when you're like this...

Let me go.

Make her rest for a while.

Let me go.

I will find you.
I will find you.

You motherfuckers!
You motherfuckers.

Don't you dare touch...

This will help you feel better.

"They bathe it at dusk.
They hide it with guile.

At home in the forest,
forever lost in the wild."

"They bathe it at dusk."

You know, when a spouse
loses their partner,

you become a widow or a widower.

An orphan, if you
lose your parents.

I don't think there's a single
word in the English language

for a parent who loses a child.

Why I wish we had a
dictionary in our library.

How long have you
kept me this way?

You hadn't slept in
a very long time.

How long?

A while.

I'm losing time.

No one knows where
they are taken.

All your little secrets.

None of the women have ever,
ever found their children.

And believe me, they've searched
until their bones grew frail and...

and their hearts just
couldn't take it anymore.

None found, including my own.

Brian is different.

Until he's not.

If my husband is
alive, he will find me.

No one short of a god
could find this place.

Well, then.

I need to know where
this came from.

A library, you said?

Well, it's modest,
to say the least.

Any books on trees?

Are you gonna scream
and make a scene?

No.

Come on, then. Let's go.

Modest?

Necessity's our priority.

I can get you books.

Thank you.

But I prefer you just stay here
and we get to know one another.

Just until we're sure
of you. You understand.

Just, get to know
some of the women.

Take a walk. Get some
fresh air. Explore...

Emma, the first stage of
grief is denial. It's normal.

Cal, you speak like
you're doing a TED Talk,

and it's not only deeply
patronizing, but irritating as fuck.

The fuck is the boat?

Bitch.

Now for the fun.

In the woods there's a party.

In the dark, past the horses,
the guests are dressed smartly.

The music is playing.
The dancers move quick.

The child in their arms
will never grow sick,

or old, or weak,
or ever unloved.

Not as long as the
stars shine up above.

The fairies will hold it
close to their breast.

They won't give it back.
They love it the best.

A lot of boats...

- Okay, I'll take it.
- What do you think?

Elephant.

Yeah.

- Is this yours?
- One more spoon.

I'm sorry.

These your two kids?

Yes.

Yeah.

Their middle sibling was

Rachel.

Where do they keep the boat?

- I don't know.
- Liar.

It's okay.

It's in a garage at the
southeast end of the island.

Good luck.

Leave her be. You
were her once too.

She'll never make it.

Well, at least
she'll have tried.

I am the god, Apollo.

It's a boy.

Should we name him Brian?

"First comes love."

To The Waters and The
Wild. There you are.

Police and paramedics found
the child unresponsive,

and he was pronounced
dead at the scene.

The missing woman, Emma Valentine,
is still unaccounted for

and presumed dead, her
blood located at the scene.

The father, Apollo Kagwa,
was rushed to intensive care

after he was found with
extensive injuries.

No one short of a god.

Police are examining surveillance
camera footage from the surrounding area

and how the disturbing pictures

of the crime scene
were leaked online.

Well, well, well.

You came back.

I've got nowhere else to go
until I know where to go.

You're the only other people in the
world who've walked in my shoes.

And I promised books.

Yes.

Thank you. Really.

A life without books is no life.

You'll get no argument from me.

"'Well, who are you?'
asked the Caterpillar.

This was not an encouraging
opening to a conversation.

Alice replied, rather shyly,

'I hardly know who I am, sir.

I mean, at present, at least I know
who I was when I got up this morning,

but I think since then I must
have changed several times.'

'What do you mean by that?'
said the Caterpillar sternly.

The Caterpillar and Alice
looked at each other in silence.

And at last the Caterpillar took
the hookah out of his mouth."

You know what a hookah is?

Again?

You can't read it that
way. Close your eyes.

Boo!

Thanks for the books.

Can I ask you a question?

Hey, you wanna go read
it to your brother?

- Yeah.
- Take your sister to the big bed.

Okay. Let's go.

Did you...

Did you ever find anything

when the baby was with you?

Did you ever find
anything in the crib?

Find anything?

It's a strange question. I know. But
did you find any kind of piece of, like,

tree or plant or anything?

Yeah. It was weird.

I would find dirt...
like soil... all the time

and then...

a leaf.

One leaf... at the end.

Do you have it?

No, but it was a leaf.

Yeah. Yeah.

But I could draw it.

Thank you, tree.

The Norway maple.
An invasive species.

The aggressive roots girdle even the
parent tree, choking itself to death.

It creates a canopy
of dense shade,

preventing regeneration of
other seedlings and wildflowers.

It is a sneaky bastard tree.

I'm coming for you.

I need the Internet.

There is no source
of communication

that could be traced or
tracked to this island.

You messaged me online.

We take a boat to South Brother Island
and use prepaid burner phones from there.

- Then I'll have to take the boat again.
- That is not safe.

I'm going whether
you let me take it

or I pry it out of your
freshly dead hands.

I'll bring more books.

All right.

But let me show you a better
route through the city.

And, Emma, if the
police catch you,

if you are arrested,
you are alone.

We cannot help you,

and you never breathe a
word about this island.

Emma Valentine.

Welcome! Wheels.

We're the "mole people" you convinced
yourself were just a fun story

so you could spend a
grand on sushi at Shuko.

I... Yeah, I got nothing.

Out of sight out of
mind suits us just fine.

I'm looking for my son.

Come, come. Morning is nimble.

Hot down here.

Steam pipes. Hundred degrees!

Perfect for cooking
a nice, rare steak.

Climb aboard Old Ginny.

Strap in!

What's that?

We got some ingenious bastards
down here. All walks of life.

Managed to reroute
the electrickery.

Built bona fide real deal home.

That's a pig.

That's Henry. Welcome to
the Grand Central community.

Yep, you're under it.

How long have you been here?

We've always been here, darling.

As long as there's an
above, there's a below.

Overground and underground.

We got everybody: Black,
white, Asian, Latino,

old, young, on drugs, off drugs,

straight, gay, trans,
LGBTQ+, none of the above.

I wanna say it's like a
representation of the city,

but these tunnels aren't segregated
by race or class or gender,

and that makes us
better than them.

You mightn't be able to
get any lower than this.

But ain't no people higher
in both senses of the word.

We got rules, and we
live by them, or you out.

Also, you gotta be invited
to live down here by me.

Gotta keep moving.

Number of people on the
streets of New York City

higher than since
the Great Depression.

Track 61. Know about
it? Nope, you don't!

'Cause it's a secret.

I love history. This
track was built for FDR.

It leads to a special
platform with an elevator

that took him straight up and
into the Waldorf Astoria's garage

'cause he had polio and
was in a wheelchair.

And look at this.

Beautiful, ain't she?

Used to travel people
up and down Broadway.

The cars came and gas money, and
they made her obsolete. What a crime.

But now she's my house.

No taxes, no bills,

no time to invite you in for tea

and regale you with the gamut
of my historical knowledge.

This is the Columbus
Circle community.

- Hey! Got your water!
- Pick it up on the way back.

- Water?
- Three man-made waterfalls in Central Park

using the city's tap water.

Good clean drinking water
for all us ne'er-do-wells.

The Columbus community goes up there
at night and collects it for us,

and then we pay them in whatever
we've managed to haul in.

Porn mags, cigarettes, candy.

I just love Skittles.

Live tracks on the
other side of this baby.

So, step lightly.

Make yourself a pancake!

Forgot about that one.

Got the whole timetable up here,

but they added a late train,
and I haven't filed it away yet.

Be a real Greek tragedy if I get
you squished before you find...

- What's his name?
- Brian. My son's name is Brian.

You probably miss him very much.

Sometimes I imagine my mom
might have searched everywhere

to find out whatever
happened to me.

Sad.

Okay, here's 181st.
That's your stop.

All right. All casual-like.

I'll be waiting for you
back behind that door.

Thank you for helping me.

You're easy. I've helped
people do crazy shit,

but I ain't pro bono. I
want something in return.

I don't have any money or...

The Travels of Pedro de
Cieza de León, AD 1532-50,

Contained in the First Part
of His Chronicle of Peru.

History buff.

- Move fast. Morning is...
- Nimble.

Hot on the heels of the moon.

Okay.

Where do you come from?

It's too early. Shit.

Yes. No.

Seriously, it's fine, Mama,
okay? I'll be back later.

We've been through this.

Yeah. It's stock count today.

They'll be here soon.

Okay. Love you. Bye.

- No! Don't shoot!
- Don't scream. Stop.

Don't shoot! I don't know!

Yurina.

Fuck!

Apollo, we're so sorry.

Everyone's so sorry. Everyone's
so sorry! Where is she?

- We don't know.
- We don't.

Please, just let us go.

People don't just disappear.

They do. She did.

- Apollo, we don't know anything.
- Apollo.

- She kept saying that the baby...
- No, don't tell me she was fucking tired.

She was...

- I'm tired too.
- No, don't hurt yourself, Apollo!

Hey, stop! Police!

NYPD! Stop where you are!

Police!

Go, go, go, go, go!

- Freeze!
- Hold it! Hold it!

Stop where you are, ma'am!

Hey!

Wheels. Go, go, go!

Stop! Police!

Thanks for the book.

Milk and sugar?

You paused too long.

Protein...

and a dream.

What now, Emma?

I'll leave after dark.

Deliver the books and
then I'll come back.

I'm...

Gotta find and check every
Norway maple in the city.

- That's all you got to go on?
- Yeah. That and a line from a kid's book.

"They bathe it at dusk.
They hide it with guile.

At home in the forest,
forever lost in the wild."

Nah, not a fucking clue.

Welp, Norway maple.

I'm gonna say it
came from Norway,

- so start there.
- Great.

Serious. Little Norway.
New York City, baby.

- What?
- I told you I was a history buff.

You weren't listening.

That area there, Forest Hills in
Queens, used to be called Little Norway.

First immigrants arrived
in 1825. Got a forest too.

"At home in the forest.
Forever lost in the wild."

Go bid your adieus.

I'll meet you back
here tomorrow night.

Yeah.

And if you think your mom never wondered
where you were, searched for you,

then you're level 12 batshit.

If your mom's still alive, put
her out of her misery, man.

Wow. It's a real library now.

If I find him...

You'll get a message to us.

Either way, you
won't see me again.

I know that.

Have Wheels send
someone back with it.

Cal, if I don't make
it and my son does,

and somehow he comes
looking for me.

Somehow.

This will give him comfort.

My husband was obsessed with it.

Apollo's dad used to read it
to him when he was little.

Tell him... Tell Brian...

that Apollo was so looking
forward to doing the same.

You got it.

Have you thought about what
happens if you don't find him?

Where will you look?

Brian is in the forest.

I don't forgive you.

You drugged me.

You lost me precious time
I could've used searching.

I bought you rest and a
mind to think clearly.

There are always two
ways to see things.

Good luck, Emma.

Mama's coming for you.